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On earth’s rich surface
wrinkles of abuse emerge.
Botox holds no cure.
©Jane Paterson Basil
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Category Archives: haiku
Ivor
Ivor plumbs the depths
seeking out the sneaky leaks;
master of the pipes.
Ivor plumbs the depths
working away with a wrench;
prince of the porcelain.
Ivor plumbs the depths
leaving sink fittings gleaming;
king of the kitchen.
Ivor plumbed the depths.
In the fresh, peaceful evening
our hero can rest.
Written in a whimsical mood, for my lovely friend Ivor, who is not so green as he’s cabbage-like – an old saying from the North of England, meaning he’s not stupid.
©Jane Paterson Basil
Hornbeam #haiku
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hardy forest man
flirting boldly with the sun
~ schoolgirl pleats unfurl ~
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Hornbeam (Carpinus betulus), is a tree native to the south of England and parts of Europe.. It is a deciduous, broad-leaf tree which can easily be mistaken for the common beech. Their leaves are similar, but those of the the hornbeam are more deeply serrated, and young ones have a rare and beautiful symmetry as they unfold.
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The Daily Post Unfurl
©Jane Paterson Basil
Sunset #haiku
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winning strip of red
splits murk, raining golden shafts;
elegant goodnight
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Written for The Daily Post #elegant
©Jane Paterson Basil
Haiku chain doodles
Last week I took part in Safar’s Haiku chain. My haiku had to begin with the word Me, and I wrote several duds before piecing together something I was happy with. Today I’m treating you to a glimpse of the ones that I scrapped.
me? write a haiku
beginning with the word ‘me’??
you must be joking
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me with my silence
you with your indifference
we could be strangers
me and you, silenced
by the evening sky light show
dreading the darkness
me? write a haiku
beginning with the word ‘me’?
I’m flattered, but stumped.
me – in relation
to this planet, what am I?
insignificant
me talking turkey
turkey stares back angrily
turkey says “Gobble”
me and the old oak
in silent communion
breathing the forest
©Jane Paterson Basil
Oak
me and the old oak
communicate silently
at one with the earth
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©Jane Paterson Basil
Safar over at Blisters, Bunions & Blarney came up with a Haiku Challenge, and passed it on to Calen, who has now handed the baton to me. The way it works is:
Person 1 (Safar)
1. Create a haiku – no constraints
2. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain.
3. Person 2 (Calensariel)
Person 2 (Calensariel)
1. Create a haiku with one constraint
2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku
3. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain
Persons 3-20
1. Repeat the instructions for Person 2
Person 21 (that’ll be the last person in the chain)
1. Create a haiku with two constraints
2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku.
3. The last word of the haiku you create is first word of the first haiku in the chain.
And so the circle is closed.
A couple of ‘rules’ so that we get to keep track of the links in the chain:
When you participate, you agree that others are able to share your haiku, using the credits and the link back to the post that you provide.
Post all previous haiku on your blog, including all the credits and links provided. Add your haiku to the chain.
Credit yourself, and include a link back to your post. You might need to edit your post and add the link in retrospect.
Create a link back to this post.
Have fun!!
OH! And if you’d like to join in, please leave a note in the comments!
Raili, at Soul Gifts, says she’s no good at haiku. We’ll see about that Raili – I’m asking you to be the next link in the chain, and I know you won’t want to let us down 🙂
So shall we see how far we can get??? Here we go!
Mountain of paper noodles,
earthworm fodder to
keep mycelium running.
(Safar Fiertze, Blisters, Bunions & Blarney)
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running down life’s path
many trails beckon my heart;
which one leads to me
(Calensariel, Impromptu Promptlings)
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me and the old oak
communicate silently
at one with the earth
Lazy #haiku
scant cotton-wool clouds
lazy in the blue expanse
warmed by the sun’s smile
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©Jane Paterson Basil
