First draft of my haiku. Some are kind of silly but that is okay. You need to have a little fun with writing.
Haiku
September 2013
Hot star-sun glaring,
bleaching birch trees stark
against fine blue sky.
Suspended summer.
Air clings, a hot, heavy wrap
stifling skin and breath.
Late season sizzle
tinny buzz rises from trees
teasing summer’s end.
Eating lunch alone,
I catch a friend studying.
Say hello, walk by.
Stray kitty kitty
don’t go out into the road.
Wild out there alone.
Horses clip clop past
Ferry horn blasting awake
Mackinac dreams.
Tension spent, glowing
afterward, a ghost drifts in
shifting energy.
Shifty weather change
hot to cold, stuffing noses.
Michigan weather blows.
Tuesday ninety-four,
Fast forward a few days, temps fall.
Friday’s high, forty.
New moon star-bathing,
I sit alone, half wishful,
Catch one gliding down.
Whispering trees sleep
I bask in nighttime stillness
Half-formed wish meets falling star
Moonlit walk, dark town
Clip clop of hooves sound distant,
Crash of waves, buoy clang.
Full moon bright, beams shine
painting great lake silver this night,
and cliff folly grey to white.
Full moon, lovely walk
down flowered dark streets with ghosts
Spiders web streetlights.
Geranium red,
colonial white, foiling
many blues, lake to sky.
My set of related, story haiku:
House cloaked by tall pine
Darkened windows, vacant stare
A woman stands there.
Forgotten woman,
Forsaken garden, yearning
for what used to be.
Dark windows gaping,
watching, shadowed, searching
seasons for lost blooms.
Dusky overgrowth
hiding blooms sleeping below
unseen but still there.
One super moon night,
clouds darken tumescent orb
creating shadows.
Clouds pass in time.
Full moon rises high,
illuminating all.
Shadows banished,
ghost woman now bright white
strains to see.
Her ghostly form glows,
As she peers out of blackness,
one silvered rose.
My naughty haiku that I actually read in class, ha ha. I was only slightly embarrassed. I knew Jan would pick out that one!
Lips skim un-licked head
Tongue tipples velvety cleft
Gorged shaft, hard to resist.
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