Conversation (hibernoku)
a low Dublin sky
a sentence hangs suspended
cut off in its prime
interrupt or die.
‘Hibernia’ is the classical Latin name for Ireland. A hibernoku is a haiku (seventeen syllables, 5-7-5) with an additional 5 or 7 syllable line, because for the Irish, seventeen syllables is a cruel limitation. The poem must contain an Irish reference and must allude to the weather in some way. In most parts of Ireland, ‘hibernoku’ is pronounced ‘hi-bern-o-koo’, except in West Cork where it is pronounced ‘hiber-nok-oo’.
Photo: Statue of the eternally quotable Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square, Dublin.
Weather (abandoned haiku)
an easterly wind
clouds move in convoy ‘cross the blue dome of the sky.
This started off as a haiku, but I felt like letting the second line run.
Photo: A sunny mid September day in Sandy Cove, Dublin.
Family (haiku)
yep, had a few drinks
with my brother, my sisters
sibling ribaldry.
Photo: View looking south along the coast, from Vico Road. Dalkey, Co. Dublin. Bono owns a house nearby ……where all the streets have names….I checked.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
I am in love with your haiku. Gorgeous post!
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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Loved your Irish session! All wonderful poems and photos…and made me laugh at the end, too.
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Thank you, a visit to Dublin is never dull.
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Enjoyable words and photographs, Jim. As a polite person, some would say almost to the extent of being impolite, I find the choice between death and rude interruption quite a dilemma. Here is a true story: a work colleague famous for talking endlessly confided in me that he had been with the boss, and the boss had told him he had to go to a meeting. But he had observed the boss walk around the outside of the building with a sheaf of papers and then return to his office. He was deeply puzzled.
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Now there’s a strategy! That’s why he’s the boss!
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Nice
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