Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Inspired by yesterday's comments...








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swapping to macro
a rainbow lorikeet
headbutts the lens
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

for Polona (Polona 876: Dalloway 1) ;)



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sugar with
morning coffee... the lorikeet's
vermilion eye
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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

Saturday, April 25, 2009


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April sun
caught by a tree
tossed in the wind
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Friday, April 24, 2009

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blood
tinges the onion
fighting back tears
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castle ruin~
between my toes
the sand
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009


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feeling for an angle
the bee curls
into grevillea
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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

Monday, April 20, 2009

Ada's secrets

Achingly shy, Ada imagined she would never find anyone she could tell all her secrets to.  She knew how the moon tastes in summer, how bees know which flower to visit next, how to tell whether a distant thunderstorm was caused by a butterfly.  Sometimes her secrets were hauntingly sad.  She knew for instance why geishas always appear in her neighbour, Mrs Edmond’s nightmares.


Lost in his own thoughts, Vladimir fell backwards onto a young woman walking her dog.
  He had been wondering why the sun smelt sweeter when gazed upon upside down.  


she studies 
the lint on his lapel
not yet spring

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Moon haiku

I suspect the moon is one of the most popular haiku subjects - with the moon doing strange things in water being the most popular subset of that genre.

Whilst working on yesterday's haiga, I repeatedly questioned its originality:  moon gets chopped up by water - I plunge into it. Not hugely original but I figured I'd rather have at least attempted a unique moon haiku, than avoid the subject.

I settled on words that hopefully evoke images of cool water rushing past ears, a warm night, a quiet, solitary experience; and perhaps even suggest the idea of pulling the celestial down into a very sensory experience.

With these thoughts in mind, I went to bed and composed the following in my sleep:

salty moon
on a summer day
night swimming

I was more than a little amused that even my subconscious is now trying its hand at penning a unique moon haiku.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Tuesday, April 14, 2009



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a few dark ales
watching a case moth devour
my best lemon tree
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Monday, April 13, 2009


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honeybees
in the afternoon haze
jasmine stirs
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Saturday, April 11, 2009






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ottoman palace
resting on the back
of a starfish
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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

Thursday, April 9, 2009

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before the bell
stapling my son's tear damp
Easter bonnet
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the long grass
eleven ibis
headless, legless
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Thursday, April 2, 2009

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high noon
on Sydney Harbour - one thousand
dropped jewels
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parrot chatter
gives way to cricket chirrups
evening yoga
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

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old jetty
the smallest feather falling
through my blouse
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Ambrosia, Issue 3, Spring 2009