Well, it's that time again folks. National Poetry Month. And like the last couple of years I'll be trying to average a haiku/ senryu a day for the month. On my Facebook page I'll be posting a haiku/ senryu a day also, but they won't be mine, they'll be some of my favorites and will have some points of discussion/ criticism as well. The first ku is a shout out to a poet friend as well. I'll keep updating this until I have at least 30.
Morning sun-
a single Lemonhead
on my tongue
Spring rain
Falling on the roof
falling off of it
Aint no sunshine
hope she'll be happier-
Spring day withers
as she approaches-
peeking at my hole cards
then folding
Moonless night-
Tonguing where front teeth
once were
Starbucks
Grande Earl Grey-
beard grayer
Ocean breeze-
the side of my tongue
salty snack
filling the beach
in the shadow of the crane-
seagulls
Across the beach
Bulldozers moving sand dunes -
Ocean waves them back
boy dozes on towel-
bobbing in the summer surf
another buoy
Filling
the ducts of Trayvon's eyes-
Spring downpour.
Ebony sky
full and shining above-
her lips
April drizzle-
folding a poem into
a small hat
Spring Equinox-
my glass half full of
sunshine
April morning-
spooning hot oatmeal
off my pants
April sunrise-
my finger in the cleft of
her peach
April sunset-
Roof of the Lorraine Motel
too red
Drooping power line-
below a crow's clenched claws
Nikes swaying
Slight drizzle-
an alleyrat lapping
an eggshell
Gunshot-
the power line
swaying
Pretending not
to notice her hand in his-
waning moon
In the mirror
practicing an evil eye-
full moon
Glint of sun
on the sandy beach-
her eyes
woman's giggle-
surf surging across
April shore
shoreline curving
out of the morning mist-
Melinda's mouth
The following poems aren't haiku, but were originally 5-7-5 poems that I thought were haiku when I first started. These are revisions, so some of them now have less than 17 syllables;
Stars are tiny eyes
waiting on a womb
to open
Her almonds
my sharpest glances cannot
crack
A wise man builds
the walls of a house from stones
thrown at him
flicking his wrist
the DJ rocks and wrecks shop
heads bob like Marley
hope she'll be happier-
Spring day withers
as she approaches-
peeking at my hole cards
then folding
Moonless night-
Tonguing where front teeth
once were
Starbucks
Grande Earl Grey-
beard grayer
Ocean breeze-
the side of my tongue
salty snack
filling the beach
in the shadow of the crane-
seagulls
Across the beach
Bulldozers moving sand dunes -
Ocean waves them back
boy dozes on towel-
bobbing in the summer surf
another buoy
Filling
the ducts of Trayvon's eyes-
Spring downpour.
Ebony sky
full and shining above-
her lips
April drizzle-
folding a poem into
a small hat
Spring Equinox-
my glass half full of
sunshine
April morning-
spooning hot oatmeal
off my pants
April sunrise-
my finger in the cleft of
her peach
April sunset-
Roof of the Lorraine Motel
too red
Drooping power line-
below a crow's clenched claws
Nikes swaying
Slight drizzle-
an alleyrat lapping
an eggshell
Gunshot-
the power line
swaying
Pretending not
to notice her hand in his-
waning moon
In the mirror
practicing an evil eye-
full moon
Glint of sun
on the sandy beach-
her eyes
woman's giggle-
surf surging across
April shore
shoreline curving
out of the morning mist-
Melinda's mouth
The following poems aren't haiku, but were originally 5-7-5 poems that I thought were haiku when I first started. These are revisions, so some of them now have less than 17 syllables;
Stars are tiny eyes
waiting on a womb
to open
Her almonds
my sharpest glances cannot
crack
A wise man builds
the walls of a house from stones
thrown at him
flicking his wrist
the DJ rocks and wrecks shop
heads bob like Marley
2 comments:
I like these. But, the Lorraine Motel one stands out...kind of like a red-headed stepchild. Or that game on Sesame Street..."one of these things."
@Christina-is that good or bad?
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