The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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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)
 
 
 
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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.
 
 
 
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Fair met and well writ,
Introductions are greatly
exaggerated.
 
 
 
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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.
 
 
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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.
 
 
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Stay near your garden,
for spirits of the Earth are
flattered by flowers.
 
 
 
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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.
 
 
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 Will we be known by 
the things that divert us or 
on which we focus?
 
 
 
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 A warm Summer's night; 
he whistles as he strolls through 
the woods near his home.
 
 
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 The calla lilies 
sported purple 'freckles', which 
made me think of you.
 
 
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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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