Tuesday, 31 May, 2011

Tuesday Haiku

This week's Haiku edition, miraculously on time. Inspired by a haiku non-believer.


Writing haiku is
like baking a cooker cake:
quick, delicious.


How can you complain
about meaningless haiku
when summer has died?

Tuesday Haiku

These are from last week, when I wrote but didn't post. I realise these are not haiku, but senryu. But, you know. Bite me. For the one-and-a-half readers I have on this blog, if you're more active on Twitter, you can follow me and my haiku and my cricket rants @LeftarmSpinster.

I will spend my life
looking through a window at
your face-melting mouth.

I steel myself; you
walk in afternoon light white.
I'd rather steal you.

Tuesday, 10 May, 2011

Tuesday Haiku

Bob Dylan Haiku

Along the watchtower,
minutes changing into hours
is a tall order.

Remembrance Haiku

Early morning hands
try to wake sleeping pillow;
dog is in the grave.

Strange Love Haiku

The blue-grey sky weeps.
He scoffs at my shirt, I stand
under his umbrage.

Friday, 6 May, 2011

Tuesday Haiku

Posting Tuesday Haiku on a Friday is totally allowed. Okay?


When dressed to the gills
in a fancy restaurant,
I can't eat the fish.


He was a good spy,
till his lovely little bride
stitched him a turncoat.