He lived and loved, laughed,
then sighed. He held my hand. He
held my hand. He died.
Christmas Eve With Dad
Tag Archives: Senryu
Wishful Thinking
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You won’t notice this
haiku is rubbish if I
serve it with flourish.
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This is how it looks on the page, but I can’t figure out how to add colour here:
If Only…
…I had checked the sauce
bottle top was fastened tight
before I shook it…
Cupboard Love
No animal is
so devoted as a hungry
dog at meal time.
Admiration Haiku
King Lear: violence,
stupidity and tears.
Typical Shakespeare.
Puberty Pains
A crush is mandatory:
the triumph of grope
over inexperience.
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This is taken from my first published collection, Hormoanal.
Haiku
You need perfect length
and not many words: why do
I try to write you?
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And finally…
I hope you’ve enjoyed this foray into the big, wonderful world of haiku-senryu-haku. They’ll be back later in the year if you have. And even if you haven’t, because I love writing them so much.
Or, to put it another way:
And finally…
I hope you’ve enjoyed
this foray into the big,
wonderful world of
haiku-senryu-
haku. They’ll be back later
in the year if you
have. And even if
you haven’t, because I love
writing them so much.
On the Bus
Window reflecting
me watching them watching me…
uh-oh: detected.
A PMS Mess
A café: old lady bumps
me. She’s the victim
of a salt pot battery.
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This is a reverse senryu. Instead of the syllable count 5-7-5, there’s a count of 7-5-7. The wonderful thing about haiku is that there are so many versions of the form; it’s tiny but versatile…including the use of fiction, which I hasten to assure you this is!
This is one of the poems I chose not to include in my menopause collection, Hormoanal; but you can find plenty like it. Go here for two more examples.
Take Your Medipun
My former doctor
is abrupt with everyone.
He has no patients.
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It’s an old ‘un but a good ‘un 🙂 (or an old pun but a good pun...)*
*Milking it for all it’s worth.
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