Tag Archives: haiku

Mother’s Day in Ollantaytambo/ Station Road (2 haiku’s)

We got off the train from Machu Picchu at the Ollantaytambo station, walked up the station road to the town square and came upon this: Mother’s Day in Ollantaytambo. It went on all day – entertainment, raffles, prizes, politician’s speeches. The ladies seemed to enjoy themselves, although they never clapped once.

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Later that evening, we had dinner in the restaurant down at the station and walking home we witnessed this haiku-worthy scene.

Station Road

                I

Two black dogs humping

a puzzled white terrier

on the station road.

              II

Puzzled about what?

about the expectations

of the dog in front.

 

photo by Marie Feeney

 

 

3 Poems Referencing Members of the Clergy in a Simile or Metaphor

Distraction

in procession down Blenheim

a father and son

each bent over his phone

like a priest reading his office.

 

Bull Bison

cast out from the herd

he shuffles the prairie

like an old Christian Brother

like an unkempt monk.

 

Skunk Three

There are now 2 skunks living under the shed at the back of our garden. Yesterday, they came out to frolic around on the lawn in the late evening sun and later around 11:30, they strolled beneath our window filling our bedroom with that skunk smell. Skunk spray, by the way,  consists of seven major volatile components; they are mainly organic sulphurs (mercaptans), which are also responsible for the way that pulp mills smell. The spray is stored in scent glands on either side of the skunk’s anus, a skunk has  enough for 5 or 6 sprays and it takes 10 days to be restore the supply. So, they do not spray unless they have to.

Where was I? This poem started off a few posts back as a haiku (“Skunk”). I didn’t like the ending so I changed the last line (“Skunk Two”). Then I began thinking about form. Yes, writing to a form does corral a poem and focus language but every now and again it is good to open the gate and let the poem run free. So I have gone hog wild here, added 2 extra syllables and combined the last two lines of the 2 poems, here it is:

Skunk

struts across the lawn

with a cleric’s confidence

tail cocked, sphincter primed, cocksure.

 

Skunk Two

struts across the lawn

with a cleric’s confidence

tail cocked and cocksure.

 

This is an alternative version of the previous post (I don’t know how people write novels, seventeen syllables gives me enough problems). I think this version is more musical because of the alliteration at the end, and because “sphincter” is not a very musical word. Comments, opinions are welcome.

Cherry Blossoms Bloom (3 haiku)

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Cherry Blossoms Bloom

I

cherry blossoms bloom

well-dressed ladies from Beijing

pose with hand on hip

II

cherry blossoms bloom

the air is sticky with greed

houses, for sale, sold.

III

cherry blossoms bloom

the wrecking ball’s lazy swing

petals, debris, spring.

These 3 poems appeared separately in Spring of last year, I thought they worth assembling together. They are probably the only poems ever written about cherry blossoms and the Vancouver Real Estate Market.

Rust/ The Irish Dilemma/ Radiohead

Rust

 

The Irish Dilemma (a slimverse)

we can not

decide if

we are blessed

or damaged.

 

Radiohead (a triku)

The night howls, fog curls

a thin cloud bisects the moon

at the graveyards’ edge

 

an abandoned well

from the bottom of that well

Thom Yorke cries for help.

 

The dead wake slowly

grey fists punch through mounds of earth

Thom Yorke cries for help.

 

Autumn (2 haikus)

   Autumn 

I

a clear day in fall

a call from the governor

a pardon granted.

 

II

trees leaking colour

like a paint store catalogue

et tu, chlorophyll?

 

This poem has formed and re-formed since I started this blog, I think this is the last re-incarnation.

 

Photo: Chlorophyll molecule (Chlorophyll-a-3D-vdw, licensed under public domain)

12 Syllables that Shook the World

Well, after a brief diversion into haikuland, April – Month of Slim returns with the first sighting of slimverse outside of North America (well, actually, outside of this blog) and it comes from Stiofan O’Broin   (over in Ireland/ Italy ?) who shows a complete mastery of the form in his first attempt! Here it is:

Slimverse

a slimverse

is an odd

metrical

exercise.

On closer examination, this is actually a poem in which the poem is the subject of the poem itself, a kind of poetic selfie. It’s like writing a sonnet about a sonnet, or a haiku about a haiku. For example:

Haiku 

haiku: seventeen

ineffable syllables

five, seven and five.

 

I think we’ll call it a“ Narcissus”.

Here’s a vaguely related blast from the past from Slim:

 

The Pre-Selfie Years (a slimverse)

fifteen years

ago, no

one could spell

narcissist.

 

(Be sure to check out Stiofan’s blog, it’s an eclectic mix of poetry, Irish politics and music and always interesting.).

 

The Mountmellick Haiku Festival

Last year Slim entered 2 haikus in the Mountmellick Haiku Festival. He finished 9th and 10th in the non-starter category. See blog post “Poet’s Corner 2”.

Since then he has learnt how to count syllables and has made some revisions.

Let’s not dwell on what might have been.

Haiku 9

pink cherry blossoms

resting on a red car hood

petal to metal.

Haiku 10

San Diego Zoo

a large baboon bends over

it’s late afternoon.

Poet’s Corner 2

Our resident poet, Slim Volume, has just returned from the Mountmellick Haiku Festival where he finished 9th and 10th in the non-starter category with the following haikus:

Haiku 9

Cherry blossoms

Pink on my hood

Petal to metal

Haiku 10

San Diego Zoo

Baboon bending over

Late afternoon

Congratulations, Slim.