Haiku from Graham Nunn

Currently leading our Kasen Renku at Issa's Snail (see link to the right) is the talented Graham Nunn. Here are some of his own haiku:



dawn service
red scarf slashed
across the digger's throat


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nudist beach
all eyes stare
out to sea


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rooster's yellow beak opens the morning


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makeshift bed
blood on the face
of the new born


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at dusk
pink and blue clouds
of fairy floss


Graham Nunn
Unfortunately, Graham's haiku collection, a zen firecracker, is sold out, but his beautiful haibun collection is not, have a look below
http://www.pardalote.com.au/titles/measuring/

More Haiku from Issa's Snail

Today kipple once again samples some of the great poets contributing to interactive renku site Issa's Snail (see link to the right)



wind and wattle -
a season without
a name

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four dolphins ride
the lip of the surf -
laughter

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a squabble of rosellas
unzips
the clouds

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a welcome mat -
the tabby unfolds
on a handkerchief of sun


Anne Elvey



swamp gums
in blossom
honeyeaters luncheon

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Uluru -
in the distance there sits
a hippopotamus

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old wooden bridge
waves of sand
...drifting mist

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Southern Cross Station
two silver trains glide in
a blackbird flies out


Rhonda Poholke

Haiku from Issa's Snail

Today kipple samples some of the great poets contributing to interactive renku site Issa's Snail (see link to the right)



two worn Oxfords
all that's left of father
in the wardrobe

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a heron's meal
interrupted by
a teenage jet-ski

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one strand
carries a spider
weightless


Joseph Mueller



trying her name
ending with his -
the pen runs dry

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Christmas Eve -
stepping into
a stranger's footprint

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heat haze
she runs up waving
a fan shell


Sandra Simpson



rainforest –
should I listen to bellbirds
or the currawong?

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the stray tomcat
tries a kitten’s voice –
winter dusk

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winter fly –
my death poem
unwritten


Lorin Ford

Two Haiku - Gina

a little cloud
drifts from its mob –
sheep on the hill


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the cat’s reflection
nods back –
empty fishpond


Gina
http://blumoon13.wordpress.com/
First Published in Gean Tree Press

Separation - Stuart Barnes

Separation

As if echoing feverish
prayer, she held the black comb
to her temple, fought to drag it
through the knots
and ampersands. She
stopped, stared into the glass,
and cracked my eyes,
and cried, "Tomorrow!" -
touched the baroque pearls
wetting her neck, and stepped into
crisp new blacks.

Stuart Barnes
http://www.pool.org.au/text/stuart_barnes/the_fourth_floor

Bite - Graham Nunn

Bite

how close a minute ago had been
young girl in the sand
pulling off wet clothes
red on white
beautiful but for the horror of the moment
the frenzied tide
pulling out and around
as the people piled up
a simple example
of twenty-first century fascination
the screaming hell of flesh
humanity's reaching arms
sand sticks to everything.

Graham Nunn
http://grahamnunn.wordpress.com/

The Measure of All Things - Ros McFarlane

The Measure of All Things

Man has made himself
the measure of all things.

Stars are measured by the distance
from him.
Mountains are conquered
in feet.
Oceans are only as deep
as his ships can travel down.
Sunlight is dissected
into manageable portions
of sleeping, waking and working hours.

Animal intelligence
is compared to his.
Infrared and ultraviolet light
to colours visible through his eye.

Women measure their intelligence,
assets, education, prospects,
by his ideal;
and find themselves lacking or overachievers.

Man has even made himself
the measure of love
with “normal” (heterosexual)
“aberrant” (homosexual)
and “erotica” (hot lesbians).

But when man has even
measured God in relation to himself
(an outdated, primitive concept)
what is there left to measure up to?

Ros McFarlane