August chill: August haiku 2011

sunny morning

the red lid of my bin

against green lawn

5/8/11

he left lights burning

lids off food

yet we miss him now

12/8/11

August chill

invades the house

despite heater

morning sneezes

ring through the house

shake us up

this old poncho

I made when my kids were small

still warms me

morning coffee

my defence against

August chill

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Friday

sneezing

haiku!

19/8/11

winter hunkers down

a last long stretch of cold wet

after hints of spring

21/8/11

Some old ones from 2005:

The doves are cooing

over and over again,

disturbing our peace.

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The tree sends tendrils

up under the overhang …

seeking shade or light?

(rediscovered 22/8/11)

June 11

Lune sequence

The day has gone past.

I breathe in.

(My second wedding.)

Often I forget

for some hours

why this date rings bells.

I wore a pink dress —

miniskirt —

and my highest heels.

Heather was bridesmaid.

Promises now

to email; doesn’t.

The best man was Jim.

Years later

gave Bill’s eulogy.

(Another oldie rediscovered and reworked.)

12/6/10 - 22/8/11

Rising from dry grass

the Grevillea trembles.

Look! A king parrot.

17/01/06 

(Rediscovered 22/8/11)

Not pitter patter

more of a sonic boom

rain in the tropics

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rain interferes

with my internet access

comments disappear

23/8/11

Creating haiku —

a solitary calling?

Ha, ha! No, crowded.

26/8/11

poetry

between hard realities

a pause for breath

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red cribbage pegs

my Grandpa teaching me

sixty years ago

28/8/11

In Another Country

prognosis 

terminal and soon ...

are you still there?

your fine brain

undervalued

erupts

your brain creates

more and more cells

trying harder

your mind

expands and narrows

the focus

my mind 

fixed on your dying

stops

I do nothing

think

of nothing else

you think 

of those around you

dying or ?

you think

of those who have left

the ward

you are 18

you think of a future

you dreamed

29/8/11