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.
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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
