Tuesday Haiku

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

BAKING TIPS

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


DOES DRAMA

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.

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

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

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.

Tuesday Haiku

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

ONE

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


TWO

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