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    (Vol. 1) A Mostly Pleasant Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

     

     

     
     
    Here's this week's heap of haikus:
     
     
     
     
    Variations on a Sunset:
     
     
     
    #1:
     
    Sometimes the world will
    overwhelm us with beauty,
    our heart seems to burst.
     
    #2:
     
    The world overwhelms
    us with beauty sometimes and 
    we must stop and stare.
     
     
    #3:
     
    a bitter orange 
    sunset dissolves into the 
    calm blue horizon.
     
     
     
    (Photograph copyright 2013 by Kristina Rebelo)
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    a blues haiku riff for four haiku-ists
     
     
    Slouched in a corner, 
    of a dingy juke joint, a 
    young man learns the blues.
     
     
    Jim:
     
    When Ella said no,
    he knew what it was to be
    outside looking in
     
     
    Me:
     
    He beat out rhythms
    on the edge of his guitar,
    while his voice would scat.
     
     
    Jim: 

    He skedaddled back
    to his real life - wishing for
    a stage to play on.
     
    Karen:
     
    Surroundings ignored,
    fingers blistered from practice.
    The blues sure feel good.
     
    Evan:
     
    The cuts of ones life.
    Rejoice in a common song
    Sharing what is true.
     
     
    Me: 
     
    Our voices lifted, 
    we rejoice in common song, 
    sharing common pain.
     
     
    Me:
     
    Settin' on my porch;
    'Why did my woman leave me?'
    Sing those Whiskey Blues.
     
     
    Jim:
     
    Boom boom, said John Lee
    out go the lights; twilight moon,
    midnight songs, blues fade
     
     
    Me:
     
    Feel so down and out,
    I can't deal with all the pain;
    buried in the blues.
     
     
     
    ----
     
     
    Fair met and well writ,
    Introductions are greatly
    exaggerated.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    double haiku:
     
     
    Sitting in the park, 
    he looks at all the birds and, 
    wishes he could fly.
     

    He sees kids at play 
    and feels the great sadness of 
    not having children.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    1, 2, 3 AND-ku:  

    Waltzing through life is 
    not as easy as it sounds ... 
    There's all that counting!
     
     
    Jim:
     
     In life, his choice was
    to drum. Had only to count
    In fours - many ways
     
     
    Me:
     
    Grabbing his drumsticks,
    he played a paradiddle
    that would beat the band.
     
     
    Jim:
     
    His seven stroke roll
    swung past the triplet bronze tone
    and a waltz broke out.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     
    Stay near your garden,
    for spirits of the Earth are
    flattered by flowers.
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
    tanka haiku:
     
     
    Who have you steadied? 
    Whose heart have you opened? Whose 
    dreams have you unleashed?

    Ask yourself these, for they are
    the questions that matter most.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     Will we be known by 
    the things that divert us or 
    on which we focus?
     
     
     
    ---
     
     
     A warm Summer's night; 
    he whistles as he strolls through 
    the woods near his home.
     
     
    ---
     
     
     The calla lilies 
    sported purple 'freckles', which 
    made me think of you.
     
     
    ---
     
    End of Volume 1 ... Go to Volume 2 for the rest of this week's heap of haikus.
     
     
     
     
     

    Comments

    Insinuated;

    "Anything you might have done. "

    As if we did things.

     

    This was a response to an interlude that has been eluded.


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

     

    Hi moat.  I had a tough time posting this week's batch today.  Not sure why, but  finally tried dividing the post into volume 1 and volume 2.  Don't forget to read volume 2!.

     

     

     

     

     

     


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