Blaiku - the haiku blog

friends keeping in touch through poetry

The Canal

The canal stretches
like a snake
on a broken road.
Gordon

Scurrilous drops
find refuge
in my hair.
Gordon

Broken clouds gather
into dappled geometries,
dazzling the earth.
Gordon

old dog

year of the dog, bark
loud into the depth of night
while your voice is new.
Melissa

year of the dog

Year of the Dog, OH!
Bark loudly within my soul
Unleash, freedom, go.
Melissa

Wind

The wind is furious,
cool and humid,
with a hint of the sea.
Gordon

Hummingbirds

The hummingbirds
look for solace
among the plastic flowers.
Gordon

Tropical fate

A serene sky
soon disrupted
by its tropical fate.
Gordon

six weeks

Yesterday's warmth naught
but a groundhog's brief dream.
Punxatawney sleeps still.
Thom

withdrawal

Hope springing always,
I refresh to no avail;
Flickr is still down.
Thom

Sprung

Northbound geese honking
Orion the Hunter wanes
I smile at the sky
Josh

hornets

no more welcome than
a nest of angry hornets,
the alarm clock buzzes
Thom

breakfast in bed

we thirst, we drink,
our colors the flavors
of leche, spiced chai.
Thom

Should Have

should have said no
to that last beer
morning epiphany
Tim

Faster

The branches bend
heavy with mangos.
I speed up the pace.
Gordon

cafeteria

clam chowder, says the menu,
but five lines angry twenty each,
sardines invade my mind
Thom

Parakeets

A noisy and quick
confusion of greens.
Parakeets are fighting.
Gordon

Quiet Snow

quiet snow falling
sounds from the distant beltway
ruin my silence
Tim

Violet

Blue and red,
it won't work.
I hate violet.
Gordon

Looks

He looks.
I look.
I keep walking.
Gordon

Paint

The paint runs,
breaks the line.
Another accident.
Gordon

Time

I search for time
to think,
in the heat.
Gordon

Silently

We walk silently.
Leaves chatter
in gold and green.
Gordon

Young Buds

young buds
covered in wet snow
premature spring
Tim

Snow Frosted Trees

snow frosted trees
outlined by city streetlight
a spider's web
Tim

Thunder, Ten Pins Crash

thunder, ten pins crash
tattooed wrist pumps skyward twice in
bowling league night win
Tim

Eyes Closed

eyes closed
more sleep, please
going to be late
Tim

Late Night Lotto

late night lotto store
unshaven man scrapes ice from
his cracked windshield
Tim

Wobbly Wok

The rice danced
The peppers sang
and the wok wobbled.
Gordon

Still Awake

still awake at three AM
with silence crashing down around me
I welcome the rumbling furnace
Tim

New Razor

new razor today
shaved cautiously with a light touch
still ended bloody
Tim

NOTHING YET

I'VE NOTHING YET
ONLY A SPARK
BUT NO WIND
Gordon

Morning

you talk of
work in the car
my head writes poetry
Tim