I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 September 2010

Recalling those eyes: haiku for August 2010

Most of these are lunes — but one of the best haikuists I know tells me they can be called haiku too, so from now on I'm not going to differentiate in the labelling.

Her face turns whiter
as I gaze
down time’s long tunnel.


I walk alone
to hear their cold music,
the sonorous waves.


Recalling those eyes,
I am back
in youth and summer.


Fried mushrooms on toast
and our daughter visiting —
lunch was good today.


And some Dada:

ha ha ha ha ha
hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! hah!
ah ha ha haiku

And some not-really-Dada:

Hi  I hai I ku
high high high high high haiku
I ku I ku ... you?


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