Haiku

In late March 2010 – the month |A Twisted Pair| began – I signalled that, although I hadn’t written a new poem for a number of years, I’d been “reading other people’s poetry, and … reading about poets and poetry” (see Joy and pain and wonder). There was a possibility that, sooner or later, I’d write something new (and post it). And I did …

So now, two years later, I’m still writing haiku. This page is a living thing – it’s growing day by day as I add haiku to it. (And the images on this page are all my own work.)

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Borne again

Diving into a
dirty pool deep enough
to drown in: spluttering,

I swallow down my
childhood memories, afloat
on this flimsy film.

(18 January 2013)

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On a summer morning

Curious blackbird
trapped behind glass, screams, struggles
against gentle hands.

The courtyard door is often open on fine summer mornings, and the birds I feed are sometimes tempted to hop up onto the doorstep and peer inside. Today, whilst making my bed, I heard unusual noises. In the dining-room, a female blackbird was hurling herself at the window.

(04 January 2013)

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Quite for no reason

abstract (24 Nov 2011)

abstract (24 Nov 2011)

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Nigh on a year old
now, this image comes to light
quite for no reason.

(09 November 2012)

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Courtyard

raindrops on roses (23 Oct 2012)

raindrops on roses (23 Oct 2012)

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Sparse now, my courtyard,
trees gone, lavenders planted …
and three white roses.

(25/10/2012)
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Spring haibun

spring blossoms (11 Oct 2012)

spring blossoms (11 Oct 2012)

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I might have used the supermarket as an excuse, I suppose. But I was willing to take the bus to Kilbirnie for no reason at all. And it’s free with my yellow card. And the Plaza is probably the quietest place to be at this hour, with the shops all closed – apart from the pizza café (and it’s Monday).

End of day, soft light,
soft blossoms blow, whilst tight buds
await their morrow.

(16 Oct 2012)

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Sunlit wings

With sunlit wings, small
birds alight on my clothesline,
bright flashes of fire.

(09 Oct 2012)

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Spring haiku

Mexican orange blossom (03 Oct 2012)

Mexican orange blossom (03 Oct 2012)

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On my kitchen bench
a snowstorm of spring petals.
Now to rinse the vase.

(03 Oct 2012)

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There’s a Choisya (Mexican orange blossom) growing beside my front door. “Choisya species are popular ornamental plants in areas with mild winters, grown primarily for their abundant and fragrant flowers. The foliage is also aromatic, smelling of rue when bruised or cut.” (from Wikipedia)

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Spring rain

My little courtyard
inundated by spring rain.
Wet sparrows waiting.

(17 Sep 2012)

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Circle dance

Follow the thread through;
come ’round right where you began:
it’s a simple gift.

(02 Aug 2012, published 03 Aug 2012)

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A winter posy

daphne (11 Jun 2012)

daphne (11 Jun 2012)

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On my windowsill
a few sprigs of daphne –
winter’s first posy.

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