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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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Inspired by yesterday's comments...

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swapping to macro

a rainbow lorikeet

headbutts the lens

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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

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April sun

caught by a tree

tossed in the wind

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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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feeling for an angle

the bee curls

into grevillea

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Simply Haiku, winter 2009, vol 7 no 4

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

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.

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a few dark ales

watching a case moth devour

my best lemon tree

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honeybees

in the afternoon haze

jasmine stirs

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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

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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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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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old jetty

the smallest feather falling

through my blouse

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Ambrosia, Issue 3, Spring 2009

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morning light-

fan dancers kindle

old chuckles

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heading home

from philosophy class-

a homeless man winks

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With editorial assitance from Patrick Gillespie. Many thanks.

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autumn breeze
seeing only
spring haiku
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editing this one - watch this space

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a moth leaves

a young girls grave

only moonlight now

Ambrosia, Issue 3, Spring 2009

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more left turns than right

sleeping children face the window

sun-pulled sunflowers.

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studying their

faces in the glass

portrait gallery

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