the computer hums —
the black moth on the ceiling
has been there for hours
J D Nelson, Colorado, USA
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Sunday, 29 September 2013
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Wednesday, 23 May 2012
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Haibun by Shirla White
A bird, both feet planted firmly on a telephone wire, stares into the lavender void that enfolds him. Every half-minute or so, he turns, as though orbiting a planet nestled under his wings, tugging on a string wrapped around the moon, lifting it up for the prairies. Tonight, he is Atlas' assistant, coaxing the cosmos to comply with tired nations.
moonrise
the sleeping bird
with raised wings
Shirla White, Saskatchewan, Canada
moonrise
the sleeping bird
with raised wings
Shirla White, Saskatchewan, Canada
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Wintermind by Arthur Durkee
Now winter. Fallen leaves still on the walk. We stand talking in the road, kicking leafpiles to see them fly, then wander down to the river. This cruel wind. No hat on, the drizzle soaks my head, hair in my eyes, drops going down the back of my collar. Spinning red maples fall over in brash display, scuff and shatter. The sky glooms and lowers. Somewhere I lost my way.
rain turns to wet snow
ducks thrash turgid black waters—
my eyes washed by tears
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When the singer died, I was in the desert. Canyons filled with light, fresh snow, sublime tender evergreens. The silence deepened by memories, now that you've gone. Then, an echo of jays. Looking up, turkey vultures circled over dry arroyos, red earth broken by snow patches. Looking down, even the chollo seemed hunched over. Will we ever play again together? Perhaps in the western lands, beyond the sea.
guitar of dead leaves
scattering gusts of music—
mute song of passing
Arthur Durkee, USA
rain turns to wet snow
ducks thrash turgid black waters—
my eyes washed by tears
**************************************************************************************************
When the singer died, I was in the desert. Canyons filled with light, fresh snow, sublime tender evergreens. The silence deepened by memories, now that you've gone. Then, an echo of jays. Looking up, turkey vultures circled over dry arroyos, red earth broken by snow patches. Looking down, even the chollo seemed hunched over. Will we ever play again together? Perhaps in the western lands, beyond the sea.
guitar of dead leaves
scattering gusts of music—
mute song of passing
Arthur Durkee, USA
Monday, 22 September 2008
haiku by Joan McNerney
What does this cat think
strumming his tail with such ease
to fugues of Bach?
Joan McNerney, New York, USA
strumming his tail with such ease
to fugues of Bach?
Joan McNerney, New York, USA
Sunday, 4 May 2008
A Pollen by Chris Major
Hai, hai, hai, haiku,
haiku,haiku,haiku,hai
hai, hai, hai, haiku...........
Chris Major, Staffordshire, UK
haiku,haiku,haiku,hai
hai, hai, hai, haiku...........
Chris Major, Staffordshire, UK
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
Friday, 10 August 2007
Sunday, 8 July 2007
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
We Hear by Corey Cook
whoosh, whoosh of unborn
baby's heartbeat - only sound
we hear for days, weeks
Corey Cook, New Hampshire, USA
baby's heartbeat - only sound
we hear for days, weeks
Corey Cook, New Hampshire, USA
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
Sunday, 1 April 2007
Haiku by Eugenia Andino
Última naranja del invierno.
Un mes de hambre.
Tiempo de fresas.
Last orange in the season.
A hungry month.
Time for strawberries.
Eugenia Andino, Seville, Spain
Un mes de hambre.
Tiempo de fresas.
Last orange in the season.
A hungry month.
Time for strawberries.
Eugenia Andino, Seville, Spain
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
Two haiku by Christine Bruness
Stormy evening
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.
watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
lighting a dozen candles
for an ancient flame.
watching the candle
struggle against the draft...
suddenly darkness
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
Sunday, 4 February 2007
haiku by Pete Lee
air show: a baby
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber
Pete Lee, California, USA
carriage parked on the tarmac,
next to the bomber
Pete Lee, California, USA
Friday, 19 January 2007
Saturday, 30 December 2006
Cat haiku by Christine Bruness
winter evening
stray cat becomes our new guest
during the snowstorm
slithering through snow
to dine at our front porch
weathered black feline
In the backyard,
green eyes peering from the bush
kitty is stalking me!
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
stray cat becomes our new guest
during the snowstorm
slithering through snow
to dine at our front porch
weathered black feline
In the backyard,
green eyes peering from the bush
kitty is stalking me!
Christine Bruness, New Jersey, USA
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