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All aboard, for the Haiku Train ....

Started by Gael Bage, December 28, 2010, 10:24:18 AM

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Sue

used bookshop
immersed in genarations
of old dust

Adelaide

old dust
we become closer friends
this hot and cold night

Alan

night owl
along the roof tops
the sound of fog

Don

fog horn
marks time amongst
anchored boats

Sue

Vida

old dust
we become closer friends
this hot and cold night

Alan

night owl
along the roof tops
the sound of fog

Don

fog horn
marks time amongst
anchored boats

Sue

anchored boats
in the bathtub...
the sailor yawns

Vida
"The pain felt in my foot is not my hand's,
So why, in fact, should one protect the other?"
                                                Shantideva

pat nelson

night owl
along the roof tops
the sound of fog

Don

fog horn
marks time amongst
anchored boats

Sue

anchored boats
in the bathtub...
the sailor yawns

Vida

yawning . . .
her date pours the last glass
of mountain red

pat

Don Baird

fog horn
marks time amongst
anchored boats  ~ Sue

anchored boats
in the bathtub...
the sailor yawns  ~ Vida

yawning . . .
her date pours the last glass
of mountain red  ~ pat

red dawn —
his face slapped
by an autumn chill  ~ don


I write haiku because they're there to be written ...

storm drain
the vertical axis
of winter

Adelaide

a chill in the air
we discuss new wills
in the autumn dusk

Adelaide

AlanSummers

anchored boats
in the bathtub...
the sailor yawns  ~ Vida

yawning . . .
her date pours the last glass
of mountain red  ~ pat

red dawn —
his face slapped
by an autumn chill  ~ don

a chill in the air
we discuss new wills
in the autumn dusk

Adelaide

autumn dusk
a faint sound scent
of fox

Alan
Alan Summers,
founder, Call of the Page
https://www.callofthepage.org

pat nelson

yawning . . .
her date pours the last glass
of mountain red  ~ pat


red dawn —
his face slapped
by an autumn chill  ~ don


a chill in the air
we discuss new wills
in the autumn dusk

Adelaide


autumn dusk
a faint sound scent
of fox

Alan


fox tracks
only the crunch of snow
for company

pat

John McManus

red dawn —
his face slapped
by an autumn chill  ~ don


a chill in the air
we discuss new wills
in the autumn dusk

Adelaide


autumn dusk
a faint sound scent
of fox

Alan


fox tracks
only the crunch of snow
for company

pat


company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John

Sue


autumn dusk
a faint sound scent
of fox

Alan


fox tracks
only the crunch of snow
for company

pat


company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John


sandwiched between
a Kindle and the Times
on the underground

Sue


Vida

fox tracks
only the crunch of snow
for company

pat


company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John


sandwiched between
a Kindle and the Times
on the underground

Sue


Underground
the first note probes
my Balkan bones

Vida
"The pain felt in my foot is not my hand's,
So why, in fact, should one protect the other?"
                                                Shantideva

pat nelson


company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John


sandwiched between
a Kindle and the Times
on the underground

Sue


Underground
the first note probes
my Balkan bones

Vida


bone marrow
the wag of ancestral tongues
war to war to war

pat

Adelaide

company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John

sandwiched between
a Kindle and the Times
on the underground

Sue

Underground
the first note probes
my Balkan bones

Vida

bone marrow
the wag of ancestral tongues
war to war to war

pat

the game of  War
we slap the cards down hard
following thunder

Adelaide

matthew murphy

Quote from: Adelaide on January 17, 2012, 05:22:24 PM
company lunch
my boss measures
his sandwich

John

sandwiched between
a Kindle and the Times
on the underground

Sue

Underground
the first note probes
my Balkan bones

Vida

bone marrow
the wag of ancestral tongues
war to war to war

pat

the game of  War
we slap the cards down hard
following thunder

Adelaide

thunder muffles
old hanging chimes
soft snoring

Matthew

Vida

bone marrow
the wag of ancestral tongues
war to war to war

pat

the game of  War
we slap the cards down hard
following thunder

Adelaide

thunder muffles
old hanging chimes
soft snoring

Matthew

snoring dragon...
a down feather floats up
and down with the smoke

Vida


   
"The pain felt in my foot is not my hand's,
So why, in fact, should one protect the other?"
                                                Shantideva

daysleeper

smoke rings
wobble then dissipate
lost signals

daysleeper

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