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

Winter on Planet Georgia

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

Bony

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

But It's Year-Round

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

Dead Chicken Senryu (w/video)

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

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

Another either/or

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

Christmas senryu

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

Tra-la

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

Duck!

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

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

Disappearing Act

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

Dust, or…

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

Untitled

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

Indian Summer

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

Something more traditional

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

The Unseen

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

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

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

Night song

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