grace notes of nature
the sun, a pilgrim through clouds
a rose petaled sky
Inspired by Carl Setzer's
Sunlight and Clouds
23/09/23
not a james bond villain
just toenails that think they’re knives
end of the road shoes
Sort of inspired by Jeff Cann’s mention of old shoes in
Walk Away, Baby
https://wp.me/p6UJE2-1Ya
oxalis is shameful
say pretty purple glabra
flowered wood sorrel
Some will say “That’s pink!”
Let’s call it scansion.
burrow for nectar
in the bitter oxalis
triumph little bee
https://davidwdon.wordpress.com/2022/07/01/how-green-were-my-glasses/
freesias in the lawn
showing more pluck than cunning
ward off the mower
Melbourne Au ~ Seattle USA
a rose to match carl’s
although a season apart
his night makes my day
Haiku in response to
‘A rose At Night’
by Carl Setzer
a gift of haiku
to view nature with clean eyes
to see life as new.
never as famous
a ”where’s wally” of senryū
meaning hard to find
lost in reflection
On an optimistic day, that last line might read:
meaning fun to find
return to reflection
I met a lost friend
what did you do with your life
{ thinks to self }
does senryu count?
Daydreaming
magic is hard work
so we leave lidl id to do it
id makes it work
...
The sleepy worker
superego asleep
id happily sighs job done
ego stretches out
...
A kind of reconciliation
who's best at mocking
says id to superego
let's all have a laugh
...
Id thinks it's funny
id says now that's humour
superego blurts out you're a dill
ego laughs alone
...
It's not funny
congrats on your jokes
superego yells 'rubbish!'
grabs whip but shouts 'more!'
~ well, sigmund, I like them ~
A kind of eulogy
reprobate v reformed
stark history v storied hero
miscreant v mentor
https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.abc.net.au/article/101433094
recall can be tricky
like pulling stewed plums from a hat
with purple blooming
crafty old hands
beg for more warmth from the sun
get a stone grey reply
sacred kingfishers
have come back from somewhere north
visceral spring is here
where is that firefly
faint on this bridge in moon light
becomingly modest
A friend told me that they misread ‘faint’ as ‘paint on this bridge…’, which I rather like.
some aussies might order
anamanchoyzsangerployzdarl
(ham and cheese sandwich)
what a sweet breakfast
twelve counted out raisins
to remember you
what if that is it
fifteen short and simple words
to make me as one
A variation on a Senryū at minimistalism
where are you I ask
if not outside this window
praying for my soul
interval training
heart rate pushing 1 2 5
don't blame j s bach
Cheers, Bill.
stride me down this path
past spring then summer’s shimmer
gently in your shade
spring breaks cover
surprising a crescent moon
catching out the tide
’round midnight, Melbourne Au. Note use of a stock photo as it was overcast and raining.
Culture cliff note: This little haiku takes a subtle swipe at the arbitrariness of a calendar date for Spring, which often catches nature unprepared. The indigenous culture talks about six seasons and defines them by the appearance of natural signs, say like the reappearance of kingfishers to hunt around what is now Melbourne.
davidwdon 
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