We’re nearing the end of my 100 Days of Haiku challenge; just over two weeks to go. I need to get out more to stimulate the inspiration; however I continue to write more than one haiku most days although many are not at all good. Anyway here’s this week’s selection.
Monday 16 September
September Sunday,
warm sunny garden weather.
Neighbours arguing.
Tuesday 17 September
Venerable bears think
haiku writing very odd.
Maybe we all do?
Wednesday 18 September
Hidden in the trees
corvids argue all morning.
Continual din.
Thursday 19 September
Locks looking shaggy.
Long overdue, today we
for the barber’s chop.
Friday 20 September
Feeding together:
jackdaw and rook, corvids both,
across the stubble field.
Saturday 21 September
Blood test and flu jab;
chance meet friend: she’s lost her son.
Life is such sadness.
Sunday 22 September
Boy cat sleeps hard in
dappled sun through chilli plants.
Study as greenhouse.
Here’s this week’s update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. Struggling for inspiration again some days this week, partly due to this f***ing cold which won’t go away.
Monday 9 September
Tandem, bike and trike,
penny-farthing, bone-shaker:
velocipedes all.
Tuesday 10 September
Absent mindedly
daily haiku forgotten.
Recovering now.
Wednesday 11 September
Sorting cutlery:
steel forks, and silver fish knives,
cake slice and crumb tray.
Thursday 12 September
Peach, grey, silver-gilt;
pale azure blue up beyond.
September sunset.
Friday 13 September
Doubt, lies and bullshit,
uncertainty, confusion.
All have gone cuckoo.
Saturday 14 September
Azure, semé of
cloudlets argent, a chief or.
Flyer’s escutcheon.
Sunday 15 September
Black and white Rosie
cat’s getting rather podgy;
much like the humans.
Another weekly update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. Inspiration and creativity continue to to be in short supply – I’m not good at either, and that’s the point: to try to improve. Anyway, here’s this week’s daily selection.
Monday 29 July
The rain it raineth
every day – not always here,
it just feels that way.
Tuesday 30 July
Disappearances:
Mysterious? Oh really?
Bermuda Triangle.
Wednesday 31 July
Wild boar. Friend or foe?
Millions of disease vectors
but lots of paté.
Thursday 1 August
Willow tree, so green,
is the paint upon the wall.
Dining room is done.
Friday 2 August
Recently mown grass.
Crows hunting amongst the hay.
Lone cedar stands guard.
Saturday 3 August
Housefly, nuisance fly
buzzing around our bedroom.
Magazine scored.
Sunday 4 August
Mary’s lamb is little.
Mary’s lamb is snowy white.
But there’s no dwarves here.
Weekly update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. I’ve struggled for inspiration again this week – well the hot weather has helped nothing – but here’s this week’s selection (one a day).
Monday 22 July
Bright green minibeast,
door lintel is its park bench:
small oak bush cricket.
Tuesday 23 July
Little brown fluttery-by
busily seeking nectar
in overgrown hedge.
Wednesday 24 July
Clear azure blue sky,
zip-wired swifts circling high
pick off flying ants.
Thursday 25 July
Wispy mare’s tail
cirrus clouds so high above.
Swifts circling below.
Friday 26 July
Harley or Honda?
Who cares the make when all rev
so noisily.
Saturday 27 July
Sleeping all day long:
pussy cat where have you been?
Night down the rat mines.
Sunday 28 July
Rain, glorious rain,
making gardens green again.
Daybreak brings wet cats.
Weekly update on my 100 Days of Haiku challenge. Not such a good week, this wek, as I’ve struggled much more for inspiration, but here’s this week’s selection (one a day).
Monday 15 July
Small roach, I feared!
Closer look in shower shows
just a tiny moth.
Tuesday 16 July
Grey shape, movement in
silver birch. Camouflaged
squirrel eating shoots.
Wednesday 17 July
Red golden glows the
moon eclipse through lacy trees.
Such speechless beauty.
Thursday 18 July
A lady’s pretty
cunt glimpsed beneath a skirt.
Such rare delight.
Friday 19 July
Bold Samuel Pepys
much drinking and wenching did;
but bad boy done good.
Saturday 20 July
Soft rain, heavy rain:
wring out the returning cats
many times today.
Sunday 21 July
Flashing red and white:
a Red Admiral supping
Buddleia’s nectar.
And the tally of progress by week:
Week
Haiku
1
16
2
28
3
33
More next week.
Eccentric looks at life through the thoughts of a retired working thinker
