poetry diary

Poetry is just the evidence of your life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. (Leonard Cohen)

Month: September, 2012

A last haiku

Words floating, drifting,
falling like snow from my mind;
to melt on reading.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is ‘free’, and it’s the last of the 30 for September.


Thank you to everyone who’s read and commented on my posts, and especially Leo for organising the challenge. It has been difficult to keep going at times, but very enjoyable, and I feel I’m just beginning to learn about haiku and to see how hard it is to write successful ones. Now I think I might have a rest and do something different for a few days!

Battlefield

Houses grey, with holes.
Smoke rising for a week,
until the rain comes.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is battlefield.

At night, on a summer beach

I hear the waves waltz;
gently dancing sea with stones,
embracing the beach.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is waltz.

Dinosaur trails

Where footprints end
the sand stirs softly, borne by
autumn winds.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is footprint.

Paper boat

A happy child sleeps,
while the last of the tall ships
floats off with the ducks.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is paper boat.

Summer’s end

Falling rose petals,
lull exhausted earth to sleep,
at summer’s end.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is sleep.

Quantum physics in Leamington

Next door’s small black cat
vanishes every summer;
quantum paradox?

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is paradox (I found this very tough). Schrödinger’s Cat is a famous paradox in quantum physics involving a black cat which is neither alive nor dead. Our neighbours have two (sometimes..).

Young love

Two people in spring,
like hummingbirds, edging
towards their first kiss.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is hummingbird.

The new father

Afterwards, driving
on summer roads, he felt
consumed by love.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is birth. Some feelings are unforgettable. My daughter is 16 now.

Edgehill

Turf hides many tales,
green where armies fought, but the
corn is glorious.

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For haiku heights September challenge. Today’s prompt is glory. Edgehill was a battle in the English Civil War, fought close to where I live.