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polishing coasters

a cornflake fixed

to Mona Lisa's smile

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how soft

my belly this winter

his first steps

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upturned sky

the tide carries in

a currawong

gentle clouds

settle over suburbs

rush hour

PoemShape and Season Creep have put up great haiga recently. Worth checking out.

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quiet afternoon

woken by unruly flaps

of currawong song

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almost dusk

softly the mosquito bounces

along my finger

four people

doing their own thing

jazz in the house

cliff's edge

the weight of an apple

in my hand

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The morning commuter train. An hour earlier we each were warm in our beds. Beyond that, we are all strangers.

a poppy

flips about on an unseen breeze

a private joke

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turning

from the edge... still

the need to fall

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Just off Dee Why

An on-line collection of haiku written by Australians can be found at The Dreaming Collection. Its a delightful little site with haiku tumbled into various categories such as suburbs, the outback, pubs, sport, sheep...

They're currently running a competition to unearth more Australian haiku. It's free to enter and it's open to international folk. Entries need to be in by 1 July.

The above photograph was taken last week during business hours. The surf was incredible. At least 50 guys must have called in sick at work that morning and were spending the day riding perfect wave after perfect wave. You can tell we're in the depths of winter by the guys' full body wetsuits.

There are words that go with this picture, but the above competition wants unpublished work only (including blogs... I checked).

peeking

at the scan results

no dead birds

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warm winters day

a Chinese wind chime sings

to an empty street

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returning to work

a patch of sunlight

on the platform

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golden ant

struggles to the waterhole

I raise my flask

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splintered light

filling her eyes

the curtains drawn

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And a warm cup of tea goes out to the volunteer whale watchers who kindly leant me their binoculars.

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breaching humpbacks
our hands
binocular blue
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a bicycle swaggers

along the sea's edge - the drunk

and his seagulls

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A couple of senryu today...

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he sneaks

some Viagra - she chooses

some bed socks

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missing

my cold knees

new jeans

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drawing north

to the sugarcane - shadows

cut the freeway

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almost home

maple trees ablaze

in the ash wet sky

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elevator music

a grunge song

gone to seed

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Thanks to everyone that visits this site, and to those of you that take the time to comment. I still feel like the new kid in the sandbox, but I have noticed the writing community is very supportive. You all rock.

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dew soaked grass

my son's small footprints

grow smaller

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I might dedicate this one to Patrick Gillespie of PoemShape and Polona of Crows & Daisies, as they have followed this blog from the outset. Thank you very much.

xx Dalloway

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abandoned silos

turn to face the moon

the city breathes

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See Bandit's Moon Viewing Party May 3 2009

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cross-stitched

kookaburras - even

the tea towels

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squatter's doll

jammed in a tree

police check the letterbox

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a parachute

twists... into the North Sea-

his sepia smile

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The similes of Jack Dalloway, aged three and three quarters

Putting some thought into the matter, my three year old son announced, "I'm as fast as fire and daddy is as fast as lightning... and you, mum, are as slow as a glued bus."

Overlooking the questionable accuracy of his words, I admired the bright eyes of my blossoming little poet and offered him more juice.

trying my shoes...

he asks if there's anything

else I've got

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telegraph wires

Missing Much Loved

Family Pet

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