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Haikus Again!!!!

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APPROACHES
Life is a dreadful
disappointment if you don’t
keep your appointments


RECREATION
Drops of sun melt
and descend like fiery dew:
I relax in water


REFUSAL
I wait in a queue
stare at her questioningly
She says, No thank you


MISCALCULATIONS
The needle goes in the
errant slot, fumbles: the thread of
time breaks and rolls away


FUTURE
The dim light shining
bizarrely over the car
about to be stolen


ODDITY
The red wall with the
gaping void in the centre,
and light shining through

Comments

Roger Stevens said…
Nice poems here as always.

Mind you, I do like to see haikus keeping strictly to the 5,7,5 syllable rule.

What do you think?
4:43 AM
Russell CJ Duffy said…
not to fall out with roger but i side with finn. i love what we call and refer to as 'classical' music but it is pure math isn't it? jazz, and pop, to a degree, allows for spontaneity. i like freeform even though i am in awe and respectful to the masters of haiku.
good whatever.
5:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Hi
Enjoyable...especialy the MISCALCULATIONS.
12:16 AM
Nicole Braganza said…
Recreation and Miscalculations - both very very good. Roger has a point about the 575...Im just concerned that the hai-koo masters might pop out of their graves to say cuckoo.
10:13 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said…
I like refusal best it made me giggle
'a book I read on Haiku recently said that was because 'the Japanese language lent it's self naturally to 17 syllables, naturally, rhythmically and historically. Hense other haiku writers see the 17 syllable pattern as an irrelavent phenomenon.' which means I think that you can egnore it if you like. Another problem is it can depend on how you pronounce thngs. Me I don't always count them correctly. oops!
11:57 PM
Casablanca said…
Awesome thought process! Really liked it.
10:53 AM
musik-addikt said…
i love it. i've added heeps to mine not sure if you'll like them tho but check them out if you want
4:37 AM
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