The Friday before Christmas at the Haikulodeon

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

The Winter Solstice;
the shortest day of the year
has the longest night.


In the apple tree
sits a happy little boy
dangling his feet.


double haiku:

With the bittersweet
mediocrity, you do
get the free refills.

Wander through dreams and
sing with purple sparkled whales …
So? What’s not to like?

(Thanks to my friend, Felecia Campbell for the inspiration for this.)


His hopes had been dashed,
his dreams all surrendered … The
tide pulls at his feet.


Where-ever I roam
I keep the thought in my head,
that I might see you.



That summer, I learned
two things; to whistle and how
to blow bubble gum.


He trudged through the snow,
to get back home while it was
still Christmas morning.


Hiding on the stairs,
they watched in awe (and glee) as
Santa ate cookies.


double haiku:

May the coming year
bring enough adversity
to test your mettle.

And enough joy and
happiness to make your heart
sing and your soul soar.


On his empty bed,
sits a present, wrapped, but left
out of his suitcase.


Paths to glory run
through fields of ignominy,
loathing and defeat.


He rubs his fingers
over a long healed scar and
reflects on close calls.


After each rainstorm
shimmering shafts of sunshine,
broke through the grey clouds.


A clumsy lover
is often the most sincere;
be gentle with us.


On the bus ride home,
he reached into his pocket,
and found a love note.


Thoughts, planted wisely,
blossom in reluctant minds,
when the time is right.


Double haiku:

I think she enjoyed
being silly the most when
he was serious.

She put pink socks on
her fingers and wiggled them.
He still didn’t laugh.


Bayberry candles
flicker in the windowsill.
Thoughts turn to Christmas.


December morning,
I walk through an alleyway
between two churches.


Feeling ‘schadenfreude’,
then hearing Patsy Cline … Weird


Whistle happily
in the midst of turmoil and
confuse everyone.


There are dark corners
of the world, where shadows lurk.
Keep shining your light.


Tragedy had struck;
a slaughtering of children …
and the angels wept.



Sunset silhouette;
barren trees plead for fruit on
snowy coastal dunes.

(Photo by Kristina Rebelo – c2012 )


Immortal souls that
live in mortal bodies … That’s
one of God’s jokes, right?



This is a photo of the Smith family Xmas brick; the oldest Smith family Xmas object. It was made in 1956 by my sister, Vicki, in her elementary school art class. It is an ordinary brick, painted white with red felt glued onto it and green felt letters glued onto the red felt, spelling out NOEL. My mother kept it all these years, through numerous moves and changes in her life, always taking it out each Christmas to display (or use as a door stop when needed.) Now that my mom has passed, my sister has custody of the brick and is once again displaying it on her front porch along with her other Christmas decorations. I dare say it is probably the most resilient Xmas present ever made in a public school art class.


This entry was posted in The Haikulodeon. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s