Haiku in August

 (and senryu)

vegan now –

yet I still kill

cockroaches

*

silly galah

not looking left or right

trots across the road

9/8/24

hydrangea bushes –

memories of Dad

in our old garden

*

pink and blue

hydrangeas en masse

their tiny florets

11/8/24

so many ways ...

so many ways to poem

explored over countless years –

until I forget most of

(Blackjack poems have 21 syllables, 7 to each line.)

winter ...

winter

convalescence –

a long rest

dropped on my doorstep ...

dropped on my doorstep

two white petals from the bunch

she stood there holding

heavy rain ...

heavy rain

blocks out

even the moon

In Still Air

one high note

then a few more

hesitant

brief piping of a recorder

in the hands of the child

across the road

suddenly stopped 

a small music

yet full of hope

Written for Friday Writings #128 at Poets and Storytellers United, where we are invited to write about something small. I decided to write mine in the small form I've been playing with lately: textu (160 characters exactly, including title and spaces).

A couple of haiku for the road

storm days –

roads impassable

again

*

still don’t see

the end of the road, but

it narrows

(Both written 25 February 2024, but posting delayed until NaHaiWriMo 2024 finished.)

Also shared at 'Haiku on the Road,' a facebook group administered by Tad Wojnicki – inspired by Jack Kerouac, and also encompassing 'the road of life.' An anthology of participants' pieces, selected by Tad, is in the works.

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 29

 

LEAP YEAR

it’s always me 

who pops the leading  questions —

can’t bear to wait

NAHAIWRIMO 2024 Feb 28

 

(1)

I was taught:

try to put yourself

in their shoes

(2)

thinking

how they'd feel turns me

vegan