Pleasure is ...

pleasure is

being asked to send haiku 

for a new book

😄

Reading haiku ...

reading haiku –

my morning coffee 

gets cold 

Ryubun (Editorial)

The term ryubun was created by poet Orrin Prejean, for haibun-like writings using senryu rather than haiku. This is what he says about it: 

*ryubun: is a coined term i created about two yrs ago with the help of a Japanese poet on twitter. it means 'Willow Essays or Willow Sentences/Writings' 'Senryu' means 'River Willow.' In an attempt to show how poetic and full of depth Senryu can be (like the Haiku), I didn't want to use the term 'Haibun'....

I have his permission, indeed encouragement, to use this label when it applies to my own writings. I continue to use the label 'haibun' as well, to enable these pieces to be found by those who don't know of the new word.

Lunch with old friends ...

 

Lunch with old friends from the VOW writers’ group (Village of Women). The group came to a natural end a few years back, but some of us still meet for lunch and a catch-up several times a year. One of us brought a new poem and read it to the rest of us; we loved it. We loved even more hearing of her new adventures and new-found self-confidence. 

we ageing women

tell each other, meaning it: 

‘You look beautiful!’

Last night's music ...

last night’s music 

still soars, lifting me

right through the sky

Feet and fingers tapping ...

feet and fingers

tapping all night long —

jazz concert 

wind instruments 

together and solo —

listening bliss

he keeps calling

jazz music poetry —

I can hear why 

after interval

the music intensifies —

my scalp tingles

impossible 

sweetness, depth and richness 

crescendoing

Written during concert in Brisbane tonight: 

Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra 

with Wynton Marsalis.

I like your grin ...

I like your grin

scarcely-known facebook friend –

Happy Birthday!

An actual greeting to someone I know on fb only through being in the same haiku groups, and now following on Instagram too. I decided it makes a point beyond the personal greeting.

Cold night ...

 

cold night

I find my cat

close by

My Tarot deck ...

My Tarot deck gave me Sorrow (Three of Swords) for today, with the addendum that it can mean getting over sorrow. The day revealed that it wasn’t a sorrow of my own I’d meet, but a friend’s – a friend who needed me to listen and hear. I don’t think that cured the sorrow, but perhaps, for one day, made it easier to bear. 

our conversation

goes from sombre to laughing –

it fills up the day

This is the card, from the Lioness Oracle Tarot which I'm playing with lately. Interesting that the (non-traditional) image could represent one person comforting another.

Cold May morning ...

cold May morning –

the cat and I both 

slow to wake up 

***

cold May morning –

warmed by cat cuddles

and purring

Seeking found haiku ...

Seeking found haiku

in this memoir, I give up —

the whole book’s a poem!

News of old friends ...

news of old friends 

I thought lost forever –

sudden sunshine

Thunder ...

thunder

and thoughts of an old death –

Good Friday

All those things ...

all those things

we were never free to do –

longing

Late Christmas present ...

 

Late Christmas present

a book of haiku —

really good haiku.

I read slowly, savouring

just a few each day.

reading haiku —

my Sunday treat breakfast

forgotten

Rain again ...

rain again

heavy all night —

fear of flood

More forgetful ...

more forgetful …

is a poem a day

taxing my brain?

Facebook tells me ...

 

facebook tells me

that rebel I once knew

is 74

her

with the long hair

and the yell

Dream big ...

 

‘dream big’

my tissue boxes tell me

‘make magic’

Valentine's Day ...

Valentine’s Day —

when love is expressed

in chocolates