Busiest parents
back and forth and back again
five young mouths to feed
by Scooj
Busiest parents
back and forth and back again
five young mouths to feed
by Scooj
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Slower pace of life
birdsong from dawn until dusk
reset the dial
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by Scooj
These barbecue days
we, confined to our garden
rediscovering
by Scooj
* dropping the themed haikus for a little while.
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Traditional fare
Easter Sunday simnel cake
not my favourite
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by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Offered sparingly
biscuits and cakes at tea time
traditional fare
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
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
Look on the bright side
for a Pythonesque Cliché
somewhat overused
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Preparing the ground
life will never be the same
look on the bright side
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
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.
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