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No. 2 of 6 tributes
Tag Archives: haiku
My two cents worth
main aim of free speech
is to reveal some truths
not propagate lies
Hey! Where'd that other post go?
The cafe ex vita regulars
peter talks too much
in our quiet sanctuary
we think private thoughts
The Grampians
weathered survivors
stately in the winter sun
seasoned beauty
Dramatic winter sky
corpsing fingers
pleading life from a mean sun
get solemnity
Still life with petals
even in winter
rose buds and odd petals cling
remnants of beauty
Now with 25% more haiku
on our nature expounding
with an ironic component
enter the senryu (Au style)
A traditional haiku comprises 17 syllables in three verses with 5, 7 & ,5 syllables per line.
A question from the audience
deedee writes senryū
because you can count the beats
with just your fingers
Editor’s note, change first line to:
dee writes…
The crux of a nation
more than the Southern cross
the variegated shade of gums
defines my Home land
The dieing colours of leaves
autumn’s dieing colours
light my way when winter leers
hell’s just a season
The Fountain
beauty such as this
burnishes the bittered soul
buffs a tarnished heart
Tea and forgiveness
burnt rice in the tea
justified to energise
sadly tastes that way
This is my first Senryu. It was inspired by reading more traditional Haiku by Carl Setzer. Thanks Carl. You are in no way responsible for my errant ways. https://carlsetzer.net/author/questionsall/
Hold the rake
autumn’s red palate brightens the boorish prospect
of burnt brown leaves
Haiku inspired by Jarrad:
https://canberrahaiku.com/2022/05/20/autumn-leaves/
Uncommon source of quietude
cockatoos in tree
no sound just white spots in green
alarming silence
On the fence
currawong staring
black centre of yellow eye
betraying no fear
The Elysian Bee
our photographer
drawn like a bee to flower
where the heck’s she gone
NB imagine if you will that the word ‘like’ has been crossed out by what looks like the flight-trail of a bee and the word ‘by’ has been written in.
On reverence for a pear
a bar coded pear
pink blushed skin desecrated
the skin tears away
An aspirational self portrait
an aussie poet
what! you are joking me mate
no hidden meanings
The nervous young boy with glasses
poor little bugga
raspberry dyed hair, like mum’s
a painted target
Sweet autumn
it’s nut sweet autumn
I stamp the reddening paths
resisting winter
davidwdon 