Like A Lemon

Leaf 310 – Reflections

 

Vicki McGrath - Lemons

All too often, sadly …

 

 

Like a lemon

trying to laugh –

the joke sours.

 

 

 

This poem was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #dailyhaikuprompt: 'laughter.'

Wild Rose

Leaf 309 – Reflections

 

Hiroshi Anzai - Rose (Toho Art)

“A rose by any other name …”

 

 

Wild rose –

svelte petals

protected by thorns.

 

 

 

This poem was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #dailyhaikuprompt: 'wild rose.'

A Lost Glove

Leaf 308 – Reflections

 

Patrick O'Brien - Night Steam at Bristol Temple Meads (1964)

When haiku meets film noir … Strangers passing in the night.

 

 

A lost glove

in a railway carriage –

scent of cinders and steam.

René Gruau - The Black Glove (c.1950)

 

Water Drops

Leaf 307 – Looking Back

 

The Algarve: February, 1984. – In recollection, some holidays remain with us all our lives …

 

 

Water drops

glistening –

they emerge from the pool.

 

  

Photo Credits: Armacao de Pera Facebook Group / Jose Anibal Martins & Bruno Santos

Autumn Sour

Leaf 306 – Reflections

 

Traditionally pickles were a way of ensuring a vital nutritional supply of vitamins during the long dark months of winter. Another plus point, of course, is that they are also a tasty treat. I’ve always felt that a little magic gets released whenever a new jar is cracked open.

 

 

Autumn sour –

sweetening the crunch

of new pickles.

 

 

 

 

Photograph Credit: Polina Tankilevitch/Pexels

Happy Hour Again

Leaf 305 – Senryu (or, witty tom-foolery)

 

A genuine haiku moment if ever there was one! – Just the other day, ordering a beer in a bar without knowing …

 

 

My beer,

minus 200 yen

– happy hour.

 

 

 

 

This senryu was originally posted on Bluesky.

Her High Heels

Leaf 304 – Art Inspired

 

Henri Cartier-Bresson - Martines Legs (1968)

Another of my “art inspired” haiku – this time drawing upon an image created by the famous black and white photographer, Henri Cartier-Bresson.

 

 

Sound of her

high heels, leading me

a merry dance.

 

 

 

 

Belinda Carlisle - Belinda (1986)

This poem was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #dailyhaikuprompt (footsteps).