No hiccups are heard
alcohol prohibited:
Dry January ✔
Tag: haiku
Porridge
Whilst on a diet
I smell porridge in the air:
But do not eat it.
Lad
I didn’t know the lad, but he was part of our community and I know he will be missed. As each cherished person is missed. If he has to be gone, the lad, then I would like a picture to remember him by. I didn’t know him, but I want to remember him now, even though it makes me sad. So I will sketch him in a few words, and when he sees my sketch, he might point and laugh, and say “Silly, that’s not me!” But I won’t mind. I won’t mind at all.
Swimming in his shoes
Red sparkles on white horses
Delighted laughter
Day Break
and yet, without him
no joy to anticipate –
no welcoming kiss.
Eclipse
Momentarily,
our rhythms interrupted:
awed melancholy.
Windmill
Cutting through bluster
with blades of utility:
poetic motion.
from a prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Listen
Listen to the trees
those moon brushed philosophers
in contemplation
Rumours at Years End
Winter-thin windows:
wafers for Snow Queen banquets.
Draughts whisper treason.
Away
Half light five am
when the bus comes to take us:
where are we going?
Views from the Motorway – part II
Red Kites slice twilight skies:
waiters serving cloud cup cakes
upon fine forked tails
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