haikuwrimo summer 2013*1*久しぶり俳句のリモや大会へhisashiburi haiku no rimo ya taikai eafter so longa haikuwrimo-to convention*2*鳩騒ぎキャンノンの花落ちにけりhato sawagi kyannon no hana ochi ni naripigeons making a din,cannon flowers shatter to the ground*3*焼き鮭にローズマリーや猫のにゃおyaki sake ni roozumarii ya neko no nyaoRosemary to grilled salmon-the cats meow*4*茶の中にミント浮かぶや聖書読むcha no naka ni minto ukabu ya seisho yomumint leaves floating on the tea-reading the Bible*5*はくしょんでペッパーは波打ちにけりhakushon de
Thicketお弁当よ弟を追う藪の中obentou yo otouto wo ou yabu no nakaHey, your lunchbox!i chase my little brother in the thicket
Punggol Park - A Haiku Excursionポンゴル公園：：吟行バス停でファントムの歌黒い雲basutei de fantomu no uta kuroi kumoPhantom's song at the bus stop-dark clouds正月の三日の園雨籠りshougatsu no mikka no sono ame komoriThird day of the first monthin a garden,trapped by the rain.漣や池の周りに葦茂るsazanami ya ike no mawari ni ashi shigeruwater ripples,all around the pond reeds proliferate.糸雨にジョッギングの一人かなitozame ni joggingu no hitori kanaamong the threads of rain,joggingall alone.HDBの素描と耳にMP3echi di bi no sobyou to mimi ni emu pi surisketch of the HDB apartmentsand ears full of MP3
White blossoms白花でふとばら威張る鬼ごっこshirobana de futobara ibaru onigokkoFlaunting his fat flank 'mongst the white blossoms-hide-and-seek
Redang Island夏海やくちびる付ける潮の味natsu umi ya kuchibiru tsukeru shio no ajiSummer ocean,lingering on my lipsthe taste of the tide.
Striped Moth幽林にさまようぼくと斑の蛾yuurin ni samayou boku to madara no gaWandering in deep forest,the striped moth and I.
Hibiscusケンケンは足より長いひな祭りken ken ha ashi yori nagai hina matsuriHer can-can is longer than her legs -the Doll's festival.
Toadstool空見やる夏日きのこの座席かなsora miyaru kajitsu kinoko no zaseki kanasummer day,staring at the skyon a toadstool seat.
Yaguarjungle undergrowthmottled shadows slinklithe and lethal
Goodness sunlit mornasphalt warmscattered leaves sprawling cattummy filledtoothy grin
Duck over reedy marshwings flutter furiouslyteal heads for cover
Winter KatautaWith vigorEarth moves beneath him,locked in his embrace—he and she,together againfor this brief season.She shiversunder heavy breath;he moves upon her:swift motiongrows ever swifter,and they move as one.Each is lostin the other's love,which the winds proclaim,building upto final release—storms before the calm—and then! White,like cream, it descends,spilling from abovein a burst,a sudden flurry—in a rapid rush—and they sigh. . . .This is the moment.Winter comes.
HeartbeatsBreath.Running;Running aches.A simple act.Free.Breath.Shores cleftBy wild seas;A shell breaks loose.Free.Breath.Winter -Tea cooling.Some steam escapes.Free.Breath.A sunSetting low,Unveiling stars.Free.Breath.Two eyesJoining mine.Two hands in mine.Free.
Withered bent by the windpurple from burning cold withered rose
Full MoonSunlight fades awayStars come out on a clear nightMoonlight grants me sight
Red Winter HaikuShould the snow outsideMy bedroom window look soFucking rufescent?
Warmth- GratitudeMy horse whinnies when he sees me- he has a thin coating of snow on his back already and he's pacing, blowing steam. He's cold. Sherlock snuffles his warm breath and icy whiskers at my hands looking for the mint, and takes it. I throw the blanket over his back, unfolding it, searching for the snaps of the front. I clip those just before another horse comes looking for treats and Sherlock bites him and drives him off. The blanket slides but the front is closed and it doesn't fall too badly. "Whoa!" And he stands while I straighten the blanket, crouch to reach under him for the flapping belly straps that he sometimes kicks at, but not today. "Whoa, stand there, stand, good boy," I chant softly. I grab the swinging strap, twist the T into its matching U to hold it firm, grab the other, twist it in, and stand back, rubbing my hands. Sherlock reaches back, feeling for me with his lips as he can't see me where I am, and I get another mint from my pocket, feel the lips take it, and enjoy the
Lake**No stars in the day,they might have all fallento the water.**