THE HOO OF HAIKU

THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER

2009-08-20T14:08:00.000-07:00

Why do they break up –
The poetic truth of it?
Two white butterflies.

Package of laughter,
With some dead-pan undertones,
Added as a gift!?

If I could have you
In my mind’s eye all the time,
Would I love you then?

THE BOOK OF THE DEAD

2009-08-20T10:49:00.000-07:00

I suppose it's hard
To walk on a wrinkled hand…
First firefly, hey!?*

Not drinking itself,
The canal for thirsty souls…
Ah, dehydrated.

Above the river,
Silencing the revellers:
A young ropewalker.

Newly erected,
Do not enter signs can’t stop
Habit-ridden fools.

Atop the kebab
Prepared for my dead mother:
Rat in the oven!?

Weird recipes –
Last words of a journalist:
‘The Book of the Dead’.

*Paraphrasing Issa.

Atop the kebab Prepared for my dead mother: Rat in the oven!?

2009-08-20T03:05:00.000-07:00

Atop the kebab
Prepared for my dead mother:
Rat in the oven!?

Not drinking itself, The canal for thirsty souls… Ah,

2009-08-14T02:46:00.000-07:00

Not drinking itself,
The canal for thirsty souls…
Ah, dehydrated.

I suppose it's hard To walk on a wrinkled hand, The first

2009-08-14T01:55:00.000-07:00

I suppose it's hard
To walk on a wrinkled hand,
The first firefly?!

*Paraphrasing Issa.

In late summer rain, A morning haiku medley Gives meaning to

2009-08-14T01:49:00.000-07:00

In late summer rain,
A morning haiku medley
Gives meaning to life.

(What a fit setting: ) The fist of the herb picker Grabs the

2009-08-12T03:24:00.000-07:00

(What a fit setting: )
The fist of the herb picker
Grabs the setting sun.

*Paraphrasing Issa, adding what may have remained unsaid, retaining, it is only to be hoped, the essential idea!?:)

It's been two days now – I've been cooling this melon… No one

2009-08-10T10:26:00.000-07:00

It's been two days now –
I've been cooling this melon…
No one comes around!?*

*Paraphrasing Issa, retaining, it is only to be hoped, the essential idea!?:) A good-for-nothing doing good!?:)

A BRIGHT PROSPECT

2009-08-09T03:33:00.000-07:00

The Stony Mountain:
A man who seems to know all
Forecasts an eclipse.*

Time is to be blamed:
it takes away the present,
and makes it the past.

I, too, whistle twice.
A hawk laughs making circles
Above the graveyard.

A little peach tree:
The black redstart stops to rest
On a dying branch.

What a bright prospect,
Once the world disappears:
No more work for Death.

*Paraphrasing Issa.

I, too, whistle twice. A hawk laughs making circles Above the

2009-08-08T03:34:00.000-07:00

I, too, whistle twice.
A hawk laughs making circles
Above the graveyard.