Offered sparingly
biscuits and cakes at tea time
traditional fare
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Somewhat overused
the term genius should be
offered sparingly
Category: 1. Haiku
Genius?
Somewhat overused
the term genius should be
offered sparingly
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Look on the bright side
for a Pythonesque Cliché
somewhat overused
Seeds of change
Preparing the ground
life will never be the same
look on the bright side
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Each moment savoured
each crumbling of every clod
preparing the ground
Digging
Each moment savoured
each crumbling of every clod
preparing the ground
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the first line is taken:
Escaping their homes
to see a world through new eyes
each moment savoured.
Perhaps you’d like to join in.
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Escaping their homes
to see a world through new eyes
each moment savoured.
by Scooj
I thought I’d try something new… it might go nowhere. Every day I will take the last line of the previous day’s haiku as the first line of a new one. I’m sure it is far from an original idea, but I thought I’d give it a try.
This takes me back to my student days when a friend of mine, Jasper and I would spend our time in boring university lectures writing one line of a poem alternately for the entire lecture, and then continue the next day. I recall that occasionally we’d hit on something really good, but mostly it was puerile nonsense.
yesterday’s haiku was:
Gloom, it’s in the air
forlorn folk ‘exercising’
escaping their homes
Gloom
Gloom, it’s in the air
forlorn folk ‘exercising’
escaping their homes.
by Scooj
Window strike
A sickening thud
but the penny didn’t drop
a dead long tailed tit.
by Scooj
Compulsive
My red-raw knuckles
legacy of hand washing
and chilly dry air.
by Scooj
Those were the days
Needle in the groove
transports me to a time when
I was immortal
by Scooj
Highest high
.
Chilly wind, blue skies
witnessing the highest high
for a hundred years
.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 