No cherry blossom
yet – in Shinjuku a girl
smiles at her lover.
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Inspired by Basho (translated):
Behind the virgins’
quarters.
one blossoming plum.
Neon characters
compete against winter rain.
The bus door opens.
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I haven’t written a haiku for a while, but as I find myself in Japan (somewhat unexpectedly and for the first time) it seems appropriate.
A chestnut leaf floats
gently through November skies,
spiralling like smoke.
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Thinking of haiku today.
Across newt-kissed pond
floating apple blossom spreads,
and grey skies turn blue.
Outside my window,
cherry blossom, these four months.
Confused, our bees die.
Rain on my windscreen;
crooked blue and white light trails –
sirens in the night.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘crooked’. That’s it for this year – it’s been fun and challenging as always. Thanks to all at HH for the prompts and comments.
A child’s eye widens;
jagged sky bites writhing Earth.
Hold my hand.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘mother’.
Amongst rocks
hardened by sunlight,
grass pillows for sheep.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘pillow’.
Autumn suns rising
in ten thousand mirrors,
glinting like fools’ gold.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘gold’. I’m in London for two days, staying near London Bridge and ‘the Shard’ skyscraper. I’m not a great fan of the far too powerful and short-sighted UK banking sector.
Chill north wind,
gulls diving after trawlers –
salt on my tongue.
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For September Haiku Heights – today’s prompt is ‘salt’.
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