My good friend Anne suggested I contribute to a collection of haiku verses this summer, to ease the boredom of Lockdown. I jumped at the opportunity, and here they are, in no particular order:
A bonsai mountain
looming on the horizon:
Time to fold laundry.
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Unseen waves crashing,
an invisible ocean:
My wifi is down.
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Baking in oven
the size of a building – the
AC is useless.
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Chattering monkeys;
My girl has a sleepover,
where is my corkscrew?
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Swallows are swirling
through the heavenly spheres and
a faint smell of rain.
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Drying and brittle
cadavers in the desert;
Where is my skin cream?
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L’espoir est un plat
qui est très vite consommé;
Vive la ratatouille!
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En ö i dimma;
Enade i enfalden
söndras tre länder.
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An island in mist;
united in their dimness
three countries crumble.
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Velvety darkness;
It’s incumbent on me – to
stay under cover.
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A dewy rose bud
that softly comes into bloom
I want to give you.
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Winter winds howling
like wolves at the hunger moon;
Quite the wakeup call!
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Not an ideal world;
Comme fait Candide et Panglosse –
Cultivions jardins!
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The garden’s spoiling
a) me or b) for a fight
Schrödinger’s backyard?
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True/not true; but where
is the cat in all this space?
Shades of deepest grey.
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Snow in the forest; the timber wolf wakes,