Category: 1. Haiku

Not a drop to drink

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Long line of wine drips

cracked bottle on the doorstep

a double whammy

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by Scooj

Set the fire

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Balls of newspaper

and our own home-cut kindling

time for a real fire

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by Scooj

Unwound

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On the mantelpiece

at half past four forever

neglected unwound

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by Scooj

Vaccination

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I’ve reached the threshold

unwelcome badge of honour

my first free flu jab

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by Scooj

Untimely death

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Face down in the mud

the pale corpse of a young man

sadness overwhelms

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by Scooj

I was walking my dog down by Cumberland Basin today and spotted a human body on the far bank. I was going to call the police, but noticed that a couple of uniformed officers were on their way to investigate. Within ten minutes the rescue services had arrived on the scene, and they set about recovering the body.

I feel numb and shocked and terribly sad. It is an image I will find hard to forget, and of course there are all the unanswered questions about what led up to this tragic event.

Song tree

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A hundred voices

unseen shrill starling voices

fill the air with song

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by Scooj

Morning doze

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Stream of consciousness

great ideas rise and fade

and then they are gone

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by Scooj

One world

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Two day conference

from Mexico to Taiwan

on line enabled

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by Scooj

Starry, starry night

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An inky black sky

draws in frosty particles

and Orion’s Belt

by Scooj

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Gratitude

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A humble ‘thank you’

Norm Frampton for opening

so many great doors

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by Scooj

* on the news that tomorrow will be Norm Frampton’s last Thursday Doors post for a while as he puts his efforts into other things. I shall miss his doors and weekly appearances and am eternally grateful for his opening my eyes to the magnificence of doors.