A Frigidly Forward Looking Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

 

 

Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:

 

The light from my room
spills onto a snowy roof,
Icy shadows flee.

 

 

 

With cabin fever,
cedar doctor, otherwise
you’ll pine for a cure.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Temper’tures rising!
Sunlight changes everything,
Winter on the run!
 
 
 
 
Hope for tomorrow;
when I’ll breathe fresh air again!
Sunshine warms my face!

 

double haiku:

 

When I was young, I
looked in strangers’ faces to
find the familiar.

Now that I am old,
I look in strangers’ faces
to find the unique.

 

To illuminate
is better than to merely shine.
Teach thinking, not thoughts.

 

Tanka Haiku:

Instead of eating
a can of peas, she gobbled
up the canapes.

Now, despite her man’s pleas, she
can’t fit under canopies.

 

 

T‘was widely assumed
he wisely presumed to act
mildly, not wildly.

 

tanka haiku:

 

A dusty snow fell
overnight. A hearse leads a
sad parade uptown.

(There’s so much to observe when
waiting for Access-a-ride.)

 

Her face obscured by
scarves, a woman rushes by
clutching her Starbucks.

Tulips in the field
chase away receding snow
clearing paths for Spring

 

What is a poem
but a more abstract way to
compare and contrast …

 

 

My television
continues speaking when I
go to the kitchen.


In a wicker chair
by the sea shore, sits a young
temptress dressed in blue.

Plum blossoms on trees
warily appear.  Children
play in the fresh snow.

 

 

 

“Okay, let’s begin.
Insertez-vous tab A?!  Damn!
The plans are in FRENCH!”

tanka haiku + haiku:

Has it all been said?
Do we just repeat words which
have lost all meaning?

Does the subtlety of one’s
inflection change anything?

Does memory loss
bless one’s creativity?
Maybe … I forget.


 

‘Never married’ has
never marred marble markers.
Sing your single song.

 

They’re not impressed by
how they were depicted in
‘American Gothic.’

 


 

Ukelele fun
comes with strings attached; songs shall
be strummed from the heart.

 

What he might have done,
is nowhere near what she had
insinuated.

 

 

In a grassy field,
boys are playing snap the whip;
all tumbling down.

Brisk rainy mornings,
ameliorate gloom and
cleanse nature’s palate.

 

 

When daffodils bloom,
near the edge of your garden,
passers-by may pluck.
 
 
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March 1st begins the annual Walk Your AS Off event. 
For more details:  www.walkyourASoff.com

 

 

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