FARfetched's Haiku Corner

Working senryu

2008-06-13T15:18:00.000-04:00

Back-to-back meetings:
9 a.m. to 2 p.m.
Yes, Fridays can suck.

Chilly moldy senryu

2008-05-28T17:41:00.002-04:00

Cleaning out the fridge:
The theme song to "Weird Science"
Running through my head.

Grimy senryu

2008-05-07T11:12:00.002-04:00

I would wash the bike —
But Mrs. Fetched would insist
I wash her car, too.

Night-night

2008-04-26T17:49:00.002-04:00

Softness on softness:
Cherry blossoms fall to sleep
On a bed of moss.

On a sidewalk

2008-04-13T22:45:00.001-04:00

Warm southerly breeze.
A tree caresses my hair,
As I walk beneath.

Oooookayyyy

2008-02-16T19:30:00.000-05:00

A Chinese seamstress
Said to my Daughter Dearest:
"Your boobs are heavy."

Winter on Planet Georgia

2008-01-16T23:26:00.000-05:00

Heavy, wet white flakes,
Turning green pine limbs to white.
Snow swirls on the road.

Bony

2008-01-04T21:54:00.001-05:00

Tall woman jogging.
Are her breasts really smaller
Than her knobby knees???

But It's Year-Round

2008-01-04T00:06:00.000-05:00

Her quick refusal
Summons the deep winter chill
Into our bedroom.

Dead Chicken Senryu (w/video)

2007-12-26T18:47:00.000-05:00

Not for weak stomachs. Text of the senryu is below if you don't want to see the video.

At the chicken house:
Dung and decay fill the air.
How appetizing!

More Christmas senryu

2007-12-25T09:44:00.000-05:00

When I was younger,
I would be the first one up
On Christmas morning.

Another either/or

2007-12-19T08:34:00.000-05:00

Pattering on leaves:
Raindrops falling from the roof?
Or a swarm of mice?

Christmas senryu

2007-12-17T22:50:00.000-05:00

Long string of red lights:
A Christmas decoration?
or traffic at night?

Tra-la

2007-12-17T22:49:00.000-05:00

The choir director
Pauses, then gives the downbeat.
The music begins.

Duck!

2007-12-17T22:47:00.000-05:00

Mallards on patrol,
One December afternoon.
A bored hawk watches.

I literally flushed the hawk out of his perch above the sidewalk. I was paying attention to the ducks, so didn’t see him until he swooped overhead on his way to a safer tree. The ducks didn’t seem to be too worried about the hawk.

Record highs

2007-12-11T19:20:00.000-05:00

December warm spell.
And yet the air remembers
Its seasonal chill.

Disappearing Act

2007-12-02T20:23:00.000-05:00

A white church steeple,
Its cross nigh invisible
In a winter sky.

Dust, or…

2007-11-30T20:43:00.000-05:00

Sparkles in the air,
Dust motes lifted by sunlight —
Or fairies dancing?

Untitled

2007-11-18T23:37:00.000-05:00

From two deep, dark pools:
A hunger reaches toward me,
Yet unrealized.

Indian Summer

2007-11-18T23:35:00.000-05:00

Crickets sing slowly;
Warm November afternoon.
Sky promises rain.

Something more traditional

2007-03-31T09:26:00.000-04:00

Cherry blossom scent,
carried on the cool spring wind:
Honeybees swarming.

The Unseen

2006-10-31T21:17:00.000-05:00

This week’s prompt from One Deep Breath is about the unseen.

O Inspiration,
Driving me with whips of thought
To write it all down.

A damp autumn breeze
Whispers promises and threats
Of winter coming.

It would be too easy to write only about things I can’t find, that’s been a constant in my life, but I would also be remiss to not acknowledge it once…

Where is my cellphone?
I could have sworn it was here!
Call it and listen.

The Countryside

2006-10-09T23:08:00.000-04:00

This week’s prompt from One Deep Breath “visits the countryside.” Since I live in the country, next to in-laws with a working chicken farm, I get up-close and personal (too much so, far too often) with life in the countryside. Three rather snarky senryu come to mind.

Crickets, katydids
Weave their magic nightsong…
Beagles break the spell.

Twenty-four/seven:
Farmers sacrifice their time
To feed the world.

Filthy, crowded, hot:
A scene from the depths of Hell?
No, a chicken house.

Many of my previous haiku and senryu also deal with rural themes: exurban encroachment, night near a pond, foggy morning roads, foggy evening roads, buzzards, kudzu, grain fields, raptors, livestock, fishing. I’m honored to share them with you.

Waxing crescent

2006-08-25T21:32:00.000-04:00

A sliver of moon
Hung in hazy evening sky:
Heaven’s boomerang.

Night song

2006-08-25T21:31:00.000-04:00

After a hard rain:
Song of frog and cicada
Pierces the night fog.