Tag Archives: haiku

Owl, Pussycat and Piggy

Owl and Pussycat

Pussycat’s wet paws

reveal a leak on return

from land of Bong tree

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Owl hoots in panic

as water engulfs guitar

and honey jar.

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Pea green boat sinking

Owl and Pussycat swimming

towing the guitar

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Ahoy! Cries Piggy

from his fast catamaran

I brought you a line

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So glad of rescue

they scramble aboard to dine

on pilchards in wine.

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Apologies to Edward Lear and the traditional haiku

For Tony Maude’s prompt at dVerse to write a nonsense poem.

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Distillation

Lotus

Lotus flowering

fragrance on the summer breeze

blossom in my heart

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For Carpe Diem a distillation of this poem by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

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On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

Image sourced from Google artist unknown

Heat Shimmer

Haze.

In shimmering haze

a mirage crosses the road

on melting tarmac

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In the 40C heat of summer heat haze is often seen on the road here in Spain.  Reflected by the sun the humidity can create strange moving images.

Imaged sourced from Google artist unknown.

Posted for Carpe Diem.

Lingering Cold

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Slight chill  of morning

silences the blackbird’s song

courtship in waiting

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For Carpe Diem Lingering Cold

Photo by Christine Margaret aka Tigerbrite, the view from my window taken some weeks ago, the Jacaranda has now started to sprout and the dead looking bush on the right has leaves and a few buds of mock orange flowers.

 

Grandmother’s Clock

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Mantel Clock tick tocks

chiming as it counts the hours

by the warm coal fire

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by the warm coal fire

I watch pictures in the flames

coloured red and black

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coloured red and black

coal and coke covered with slack

childhood time gone by

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childhood time gone by

remembering endless hours

mark time by the clock

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Mark time by the clock

lifetimes measured in minutes

where did the years go?

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Mary asks us to write about treasured things.  This is the clock that sat on the mantelpiece (a shelf above the fire) in my Grandmother’s house.