Oh dear, I'm listed as stalled. And no wonder.
On New Year's Eve we received notice, as our landlord wanted to move back into his house. We found another, moved on January 21st - and due to stuff-ups by telecommunications people we were offline for 6 weeks. Hideously frustrating! I'm only just starting to catch up with many things including this blog. The whole thing was a big interruption to writing, too.
Whether I can actually finish my 365 pieces within the year (by June 29th) seems somewhat problematical. But we'll see. I aim to finish them in any case. I've loved this exercise!
26 March 2009
6 March 2009
Apologies
Dear Readers -
Sorry about the delay in posting the January and February haiku. We moved house and it took AGES to get back online! Most frustrating, and I'm glad to be back. :)
Sorry about the delay in posting the January and February haiku. We moved house and it took AGES to get back online! Most frustrating, and I'm glad to be back. :)
After the firestorm: haiku for February 2009
Daphne in the rain.
The sudden scent returns me
from new home to old.
5/2/09
The clock face is placed
to stare at me all the night
while I fail to sleep.
Branches on the roof
strike loudly in the darkness –
or the bogey-man?
6/2/09
Little bitey things
dwell at our beach paradise.
No place is perfect.
11/2/09
I know all those towns
now burned to ghostly ashes.
That is, I used to.
13/2/09
Friday the 13th.
In Australia we shrug.
The worst has happened.
******
After the firestorm
townships of empty rubble
are without colour.
Nothing now but grey and brown
in all those pretty places.
******
Summer is gone.
Suddenly in just one night
steady rain, cold wind.
18/2/09
The sun and the breeze
inky sky, outgoing tide
a lone gull soaring.
On the dunes a beach sculpture
a dancing boy, arms outspread.
19/2/09
As the tide roars in
I walk alone on the beach
after some thunder.
I reach the black rocks,
turn and see three fishermen
lining the shallows.
20/2/09
In the absence of
internet access, I brood
and write more haiku.
******
Autumn already,
if not yet officially;
the weather mellows.
27/2/09
The brown snake uncoils
separating from the grass
rearing up, fangs bared.
The sudden scent returns me
from new home to old.
5/2/09
The clock face is placed
to stare at me all the night
while I fail to sleep.
Branches on the roof
strike loudly in the darkness –
or the bogey-man?
6/2/09
Little bitey things
dwell at our beach paradise.
No place is perfect.
11/2/09
I know all those towns
now burned to ghostly ashes.
That is, I used to.
13/2/09
Friday the 13th.
In Australia we shrug.
The worst has happened.
******
After the firestorm
townships of empty rubble
are without colour.
Nothing now but grey and brown
in all those pretty places.
******
Summer is gone.
Suddenly in just one night
steady rain, cold wind.
18/2/09
The sun and the breeze
inky sky, outgoing tide
a lone gull soaring.
On the dunes a beach sculpture
a dancing boy, arms outspread.
19/2/09
As the tide roars in
I walk alone on the beach
after some thunder.
I reach the black rocks,
turn and see three fishermen
lining the shallows.
20/2/09
In the absence of
internet access, I brood
and write more haiku.
******
Autumn already,
if not yet officially;
the weather mellows.
27/2/09
The brown snake uncoils
separating from the grass
rearing up, fangs bared.
Fireworks round the world: haiku for January 2009
2/1/09
The new year began
with many bangs: thunder here,
fireworks round the world.
On the second day,
at last after stormy heat
a cool, gentle rain.
9/1/09
Rain and a cold wind.
Today's mournful whine: 'Oh
nine, oh one, oh nine'.
Americans may reverse last line to 'one, oh nine, oh nine'. (It's a sound thing.)
16/1/09
On a quiet night
I remember the blue creek
swollen by king tides.
17/1/09
Blood and medals
The private soldier
is friend, relative, colleague ...
made public in death.
The VC winner declares:
"Out there, we are all heroes."
*******************************
The weather changes.
The sky and the creek turn grey.
I lose my wallet.
19/1/09
Still, at 69,
she dreams of Easy Rider.
Those Harleys. The wind.
Comment from my friend Lorenzo:
Maybe a scooter?
I see you on a vespa...
Cruising down the street :)
20/1/09
And my reply:
Such a tempting thought:
elderly insouciance
scooter-cruising – but
Vespas are city transport,
not seen around these ranges.
The new year began
with many bangs: thunder here,
fireworks round the world.
On the second day,
at last after stormy heat
a cool, gentle rain.
9/1/09
Rain and a cold wind.
Today's mournful whine: 'Oh
nine, oh one, oh nine'.
Americans may reverse last line to 'one, oh nine, oh nine'. (It's a sound thing.)
16/1/09
On a quiet night
I remember the blue creek
swollen by king tides.
17/1/09
Blood and medals
The private soldier
is friend, relative, colleague ...
made public in death.
The VC winner declares:
"Out there, we are all heroes."
*******************************
The weather changes.
The sky and the creek turn grey.
I lose my wallet.
19/1/09
Still, at 69,
she dreams of Easy Rider.
Those Harleys. The wind.
Comment from my friend Lorenzo:
Maybe a scooter?
I see you on a vespa...
Cruising down the street :)
20/1/09
And my reply:
Such a tempting thought:
elderly insouciance
scooter-cruising – but
Vespas are city transport,
not seen around these ranges.
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