Wednesday, June 24, 2015

June 2015 Haiku/Senryu



Trying to be more diligent about keeping track of my ku. Here's this month's output so far. I will update it as necessary. Surprisingly, it's been a very productive month. I'm thinking about doing the Haiku a day thing every month and not just during NaPoMo. 

Full moon
The half of the Oreo
with the stuff

Daydreamer
now a citizen of the
imagination

Carolina dawn
Rising up the flagpole
a woman's hands

Milky Way
Between the stars
Ahmad Jamal's fingers

Empty crayon box
Our son gets a taste
of the blues

Memorial Day
Strewn about the beach
Lorna Doones

Scraps of tires
The flatness of a tern
in the road

Urbane graffiti
Only the expletive
written in cursive

A black cat
settles on the windowsill
October nightfall

Deepening sunset
A pickup's Rebel flag
shrinks in the distance

A bluebird rises
from a budded branch
April daybreak

White cat
Bloody pause
Nine lives gone

The largest hand
sprinkles the Truffle Salt
Father's Day

Summer Solstice
A Father's hand lengthens
a girl's smile

There to prey
The sight of a rifle in the
Sanctuary

Still rippling over
Charleston South Carolina
Battle Flag

The curl
of a dead boy's fingers
A toy gun

This woman's white hair
How majestic the crown
of those mountains

Prayer meeting
The expressions on faces
outside the church

Not a prayer
The echo of a rifle
through the Pews

Moonrise
Only the cue ball
left on the table

Spin Cycle
Abe Vigoda is dead
again

Wave after wave
Falling onto the beach
Boardwalk tourists

Green light
Cars wend around the fountain
Zazen

June afternoon
The Italian Ice man
shaves smiles

Knot
composed of cords
or net

Cold man
A Shake of jazz to come
Free with Cherry 

Rainy day
Our son only seems to know
words that end in Why

Ornate coal man
Mellow descends a fair well 
drifts in the missed

Frost on
the rear windshield 
Snow moon

Grain moon
A crescent of cake waning
in the urinal

Summer night
the beach fills with
sound of waves

Day after Xmas
throwing out my back
with the trash

Back alley
Written in cursive
his pee

Afternoon fog
low door jamb
sudden sprinkle

JV Football
My son goes to the pine
to learn about pine

Black Hawk on a breeze
The Last Diné Code Talker
rises

Basketball court
Two crows caw
Next game

Dinner time
the open mouths of 
slot machines 

Gardenias 
The blind man's cane
skips a beat 

Lying
over the numbers
Spread sheets

Cannabis seeds
My mother startled
by a roach 

Bouquet of Roses
The skin on her collar bone
blooms

Detached houses
The distant eyes of the new
neighbors

The oak's roots
raise blocks of the walkway
Daddy's fingers

Divorse papers
We spot the typo
together 

June sunset
How softly the petals
flutter down

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)







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