hail storm
tiny white balls
bounce on the deck

—Patricia Prime
        

About the author: Patricia has recently retired from teaching after 30 years, and now devotes some time to the reading recovery programme at her local school. She is the co-editor of the New Zealand haiku magazine Kokako and reviews editor of the online magazine Stylus. She writes short stories, poetry, reviews and articles, and likes to write collaborative poems with other poets.

Contact Patricia: pprime at ihug.co.nz.

 

Responses to the haiku for 21 June 2005 by Patricia Prime

  1.  
    Kate (chrismomxyz at yahoo dot com)
    2005-06-21 17:15:08
     

    white out
    a windstorm of
    pear blossoms

  2.  
    R.K.Singh
    2005-06-21 20:52:54
     

    On a sheet of ice
    the chick trying to free itself
    from its mother's claws

    --R K Singh

  3.  
    Ed Schwellenbach
    2005-06-21 21:41:39
     

    a bearded iris
    sporting new growth--
    cottonwood fluff

    cottonwood fluff
    riding a evening zephyr
    through blue irises

  4.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-06-22 18:17:33
     

    in flight ...
    two ducks
    familiar silhouettes

  5.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-06-22 18:23:50
     

    edge of the pond
    a patch of undergrowth
    claimed by the ducklings

  6.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-12 04:51:00
     

    edge of the pond --
    my thoughts
    on the other side

  7.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-12 19:15:12
     

    beside the harbour
    shags dry their wings
    on a rocky outcrop

  8.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-14 15:16:27
     

    rocky outcrop
    cross the field --
    farmer wipes his brow

  9.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-14 15:59:01
     

    under
    the lamposts'neon lights
    someone sends a text

  10.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-15 16:43:46
     

    still broken
    after last month's hailstorm --
    neon lig_ts

  11.  
    sylvain moret
    2005-07-17 18:02:03
     

    i'd like to be able to say something good about
    this haiku (?) but alas i can't. patricia, the
    responses you penned in response to bob's
    responses are much better than the featured piece.


    hurricane warning
    the buses
    packed with tourists

  12.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-21 19:29:00
     

    frosty morning
    the farmer's wet gumboots
    beside the fire

  13.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-24 16:20:29
     

    frosty morn,
    mid-summer
    we even see different stars

  14.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-24 16:56:29
     

    a quiet day
    the morning moon
    drops from the sky

  15.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-25 05:14:50
     

    the morning moon -
    perchance, i spoke too soon
    something we both share

  16.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-25 14:38:59
     

    midwinter
    small buds cling
    to the willows

  17.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-26 04:55:50
     

    pussy willow
    harbinger of spring --
    of these things, i'll soon dream

  18.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-26 15:25:52
     

    dream state -
    the duvet drawn up to my eyes
    this cold winter night

  19.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-07-27 04:38:24
     

    small world --
    been there
    each time we meet, you say
    you're going there

  20.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-07-27 13:33:52
     

    in thirty years . . .
    my neighbour trims his trees
    for the first time

  21.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-02 20:38:27
     

    what was it, over the years --
    among blades of grass
    ball of white spittle

  22.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-14 12:28:30
     

    poor haiku, and the subsequent self indulgent prattle even worse.

  23.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-14 21:51:51
     

    EUREKA!!!

    it would seem prado has the much sought after knowledge/final word as to what a haiku is/isn't

    or is it, what one doesn't understand, one calls
    "poor", or "prattle"

    yet, tell us more, prado

    -------------------

    the sky is falling
    the sky's falling
    ran chicken little

  24.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-15 21:16:30
     

    spring rain falling . . .
    rattle of an empty can
    along the road

  25.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-16 04:35:48
     

    seasons change
    this dawn, high streaming clouds --
    spring, or is it fall

  26.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-16 15:43:16
     

    this type of "poem" is the reason the larger
    literary community scoffs at english language
    haiku. tell me bob, is this a "poem?"


    hot afternoon
    two men throw their hats
    in the river

    in regards to patricia's poem, what's to understand? bob, note taking is not poetry

  27.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-16 20:34:27
     

    a fall of blossom -
    overhead a spider web
    tangles in the breeze

  28.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-17 07:44:31
     

    prado,
    one thing you fail to understand, i do not write for the "larger literary community". if i were to, i'd write along the same lines as so many more; mostly imitations or duplications of the works done by "acceptable others".
    one question out of curiosity, prado can you give me some legitimacy for the term "larger literary community"

    two things prado, i write for my own satisfaction, and i get more excitement from bad criticism than from favorable ones.

  29.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-17 13:56:36
     

    bob,
    the english language haiku, is it not
    an imitation or duplication of what
    the japanese masters had done? there are
    many excellent haiku, the one that started this discussion does not qualify as excellent.
    by larger literary community, i mean those who
    practice the art of writing in genres other
    than haiku. one question bob, is there not a difference between say a hot dog from 7-11
    and a plate of veal scallopini from wolfgang
    puck? see what i mean? bob do you see?

  30.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-17 17:45:23
     

    prado,
    the (english haiku) is not a poor imitations of the "masters". there are poor examples in many languages, even within the japanese language; most simply copying another's work, changing a word here and there.
    those who practice the art of "writing in genre" are a poor judge of the haiku. many could not define (the haiku), other than they've stumbled upon it once.

    "no, there's no difference, once eaten";
    one is over-priced, and they both come to the same end.

  31.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-17 18:33:12
     

    bobby,
    by genre i meant short fiction, narrative &
    free verse poetry, i didn't mean genre in the sense of mystery, horror, etc. that being said,
    if your're asserting that ernest hemingway
    would be a poor judge of haiku, i can
    only chuckle.


    morning crows
    we bicker over a slice
    of burnt toast


    feel free to critique my haiku. do you think
    i'm getting the knack?


    dripping
    paint on his shoes
    bobby calls it art

  32.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-17 20:12:27
     

    prado, there has begun to be some redundancy to our discussion. i tried e-mailing you direct, but was led to believe there isn't a pdc@yahoo.com

    in rereading my words i failed to see ernest miller hemingway's name, i have knowledge of his works, his stories and poetry.
    if there is a site validating your premise, forward it; or better yet, list hemingway's works or thoughts on the haiku, then, i can reply in kind.

  33.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-18 16:36:27
     

    boby,
    it seemed as though you were saying those who
    practice other forms of writing are unfit
    to judge haiku. i think this is a foolish
    assertion. to long to get into here, but
    those who practice other forms or formlesses
    of poetry, prose, etc would probably
    be more objective toward haiku. for one thing
    they would't be wowed by certain "names."
    haiku isn't that mysterious bob.

    on parole
    the wide spaces
    of a basement apartment

  34.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-18 16:53:49
     

    dawn's early rays
    the first whitebaiters
    out on the wharf

  35.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-18 17:11:41
     

    ocean mist
    a fog horn rolls in
    with the waves

  36.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-18 20:20:17
     

    sea mist rising -
    on the deserted beach
    the gull's measured steps

  37.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-19 04:07:23
     

    brisk breeze
    disturbing her dark ravenous hair --
    a falling of my eyes


    first light
    from my neighbor's house --
    i await the dawn


    temperature rising
    mist slicken blacktop --
    first commuter's horn

  38.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-19 14:46:16
     

    slowly receding
    behind dark clouds
    the full moon

  39.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-19 18:07:36
     

    crescent moon
    i bait my hook
    by its light

  40.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-20 04:05:13
     

    prado,
    sad, or even ironic, (they) are unfit to judge. you'd think (they) would perceive the haiku; rather saying what it is and isn't. basho's fiercest critics knew; instead, ridiculing his maturing style.
    "foolish assertion", apply it correctly, not so much in haste to me, but to the knowledgable (ones) who should know or think (they) know better. (their) being objectionable, you'd think so.
    some are WOWED by "names".
    prado, the beauty in a haiku is mystifying.

  41.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-20 15:15:18
     

    day moon disappears
    the old lady lost again
    from the rest home

  42.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-21 14:13:54
     

    opaque full moon
    hanging on
    blue skies, before noon

  43.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-21 16:10:18
     

    harbour bridge -
    one shade of blue where
    water and sky meet

  44.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-22 16:15:10
     

    cross the bay
    yellow than yellow
    full moon, tonight

  45.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-22 21:27:59
     

    early morning call
    stepping over puddles
    on my way to work

  46.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-23 22:10:09
     

    tinkling ...
    hearing the rain
    late night call

  47.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-24 15:38:56
     

    the summer chair
    rocking by itself -
    spring breeze

  48.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-08-26 04:55:09
     

    hurricane season
    all things moved by unseen hand --
    where's katrina

  49.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-26 15:01:55
     

    stone angel
    one small hand spills
    sculptured flowers

  50.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-30 06:01:38
     

    silk flowers
    the thermometer reads
    thirty below

  51.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-30 18:08:32
     

    orchid show
    the old man's face peers
    from behind the blooms

  52.  
    prado chekov
    2005-08-31 07:33:52
     

    rubbing the sleep
    from my eyes...
    morning glories

  53.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-08-31 13:16:31
     

    first day of spring
    the swallows return
    to last year's nest

  54.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-02 06:47:23
     

    empty nest
    hailstones fall
    on the dinner bell

  55.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-02 15:02:21
     

    late afternoon sun
    more insistent now
    the cow's bell

  56.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-02 16:09:42
     

    first stars
    cow by cow
    the pasture empties

  57.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-03 15:24:55
     

    changing weather
    seagulls circle around
    the cathedral spire

  58.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-09-04 01:14:11
     

    faces in the clouds --
    her hand
    cross my brow


    open pressed yellow flower, imprints
    on closed book pages


    darken by age
    wrinkles of sage --
    in her eyes, i feel young again


    no encore, curtain comes down ...
    sleep of it's own accord


    last days of summer
    fledglings on their own ...
    comes winter


    on the dinner table
    an empty plate, my thoughts as well


    the moon dawns --
    more insistent, now
    the toll of the bell


    cross the heavens
    one less star

  59.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-04 16:27:18
     

    homeless
    people sleep with possessions
    beneath their heads

  60.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-05 07:16:53
     

    torrential rain
    the saints in three piece suits
    sitting on their hands

  61.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-09-05 08:37:54
     

    dark clouds brooding
    i'm trying --
    if only to make it home


    for the homeless
    this bend in the road --
    beneath the overpass


    more rainfall ...
    for the poor
    tomorrow, lack of hope

  62.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-05 15:36:58
     

    month's end
    before our eyes
    the ruins of a city

  63.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-05 18:47:32
     

    abandoned
    on a flooded motorway
    cars and trucks

  64.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-09-05 21:36:10
     

    midsummer heat
    resulting storm's rage --
    lives flooded


    harm done --
    long before the storm


    hopeless september
    return to fruitless ways --
    bodies wash ashore

  65.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-06 07:13:01
     

    rising water
    the toddler asks if we can
    take the tricycle

  66.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-06 17:55:26
     

    the sun beckons
    schoolboy hockey players
    compete for a cup

  67.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-06 18:16:49
     

    ragged clouds
    the jigsaw blade snaps
    on an arc

  68.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-06 20:25:00
     

    afternoon swing
    the rise and fall
    of her blonde curls

  69.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-07 13:59:10
     

    carousel ride
    memories of mother
    spin in my mind

  70.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-07 20:51:19
     

    evening sun
    shining on daffodils
    by the garden fence

  71.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-08 07:55:16
     

    morning glories
    my neighbor offers me
    an "eye opener"

  72.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-08 15:34:34
     

    grandson's day out
    he takes a technicolour ride
    down the hydroslide

  73.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-09 13:50:37
     

    painted daisies
    our toddler colours
    outside the lines

  74.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-09 14:43:15
     

    in a line
    outside the school gate
    poplars

  75.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-09 19:10:37
     

    unemployment line
    the clerk grumbles
    "i hate this job"

  76.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-10 14:38:37
     

    around its seeds
    the persimmon
    gone to pulp

  77.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-10 15:36:34
     

    on my tongue
    a spearmint leaf
    declares itself

  78.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-10 15:49:53
     

    brought to a halt
    by cherry blossom perfume
    I forget the chores

  79.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-10 16:24:43
     

    snow day...
    he shovels the driveway
    s fourth time

  80.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-11 16:32:52
     

    beneath a blue moon
    two tennis champions
    battle for the cup

  81.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-12 07:06:37
     

    half moon
    how can a child be called
    illegitimate?

  82.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-12 14:52:32
     

    visiting father -
    the toy box emptied
    on the kitchen floor

  83.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-13 07:13:21
     

    divorce final...
    i count the dividing lines
    on the highway home

  84.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-13 18:14:17
     

    steam train museum
    passenger carriages reflected
    in a chrome handrail

  85.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-14 12:03:44
     

    winter afternoon...
    counting the cars
    of a freight train

  86.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-14 13:42:03
     

    among a tangle
    of locomotive wheels
    apprentice engineer

  87.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-14 14:34:01
     

    first date...
    her border collie
    on a short, taught leash

  88.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-15 15:27:33
     

    answering the call
    of a stranded minke whale
    the bucket brigade

  89.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-15 17:02:42
     

    midway through my momologue
    the vibration
    of my cell phone

  90.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-15 17:58:22
     

    all the way home
    humming a tune whose words
    I've forgotten

  91.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-15 18:25:42
     

    oldies station
    the many ways i haven't grown
    beyond seventeen

  92.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-16 15:03:46
     

    election day
    an old lady with a cane
    hands out stickers

  93.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-16 16:32:18
     

    trail's end...
    he returns his walking stick
    to the forest

  94.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-17 16:05:05
     

    as the sun sinks
    house lights come on across
    the dark valley

  95.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-18 07:09:13
     

    glass bottom boat tour
    everbody watching
    the flying fish

  96.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-18 16:19:18
     

    during a power cut
    we talk of conspiracy theories -
    the wind dies down

  97.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-19 09:53:49
     

    late autumn
    a cardinal's song
    fills dealy plaza

  98.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-19 15:28:11
     

    close company -
    an aerobatic team performs
    above the public

  99.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-19 17:20:16
     

    cloudless sky
    the skydiver's
    blue parachute

  100.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-20 18:02:45
     

    big chill -
    a ewe and a lamb contemplate
    a day in the snow

  101.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-20 18:13:47
     

    sidewalk sale...
    in every sympathy card
    the sun's warmth

  102.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-20 18:40:07
     

    in the cathedral
    reflecting beside a reliquary
    a worshipper

  103.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-20 19:05:02
     

    subway platform
    above the passing faces
    the face of a clock

  104.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-21 16:04:15
     

    construction worker
    lying in his wheelbarrow
    studies passers-by

  105.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-21 16:40:30
     

    ocean stars
    i too
    am a grain of sand

  106.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-21 17:47:25
     

    an empty bay
    footprints in the sand
    lead to the water

  107.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-21 18:25:41
     

    moonless night...
    searchlight beams sweep across
    the syrian border

  108.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-22 13:06:33
     

    cold light of dawn
    a backpacker murdered
    on a scenic trail

  109.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-22 14:18:58
     

    cat...
    bluebirds shift
    from bath to branch

  110.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-22 20:30:26
     

    bubble bath
    the perfumed air
    of the child's bedtime

  111.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-24 05:13:51
     

    cheap cologne
    a barfly settles
    on the stool beside me

  112.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-24 15:32:49
     

    sunday morning walk
    the birds surprise me
    on all sides

  113.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-24 15:49:54
     

    _
    V of geese
    _
    a vapor trail
    completes the triangle

  114.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-25 15:27:18
     

    its head
    in a stormwater drain
    the large white goose

  115.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-25 16:38:33
     

    hurricane news...
    here, the whir of the washer's
    spin cycle

  116.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-25 17:02:28
     

    on Buddha's image
    a framework of windows
    filters sunshine

  117.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-25 18:45:37
     

    dense fog...
    seeing so clearly
    how lost i am

  118.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-26 19:47:09
     

    rural road
    smoke from a burn-off rises
    in a cloud-spotted sky

  119.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-27 06:54:53
     

    rush hour traffic
    a flock of starlings
    turn above the overpass

  120.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-27 19:32:40
     

    wild, defiant stare
    the stray black cat faces
    its attacker

  121.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-27 22:33:33
     

    war talk
    a mole ducks back into
    his tunnel

  122.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-28 19:50:10
     

    coastal sentinals -
    spotted shags
    enjoy the sunshine

  123.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-28 20:21:48
     

    nightfall...
    the dalmation becomes
    one spot

  124.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-28 20:40:59
     

    traffic island
    the windscreen cleaner
    juggles his squeegee

  125.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-29 09:37:58
     

    winter funeral...
    just enough snow
    to cover the coffin

  126.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-09-29 17:55:33
     

    growing season -
    a helicopter drops
    fertiliser

    I've tried to send you a private message but my emails have been returned. I'll be away for the next week, so will return to tinywords when I get home.

  127.  
    prado chekov
    2005-09-29 19:29:10
     

    patricia,
    i don't have a computer, i send these from work ,
    from my sister's. i use the address in order to post. have a great trip.
    prado

    harvest moon
    the deep green
    of a fresh kiwi

  128.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-07 15:11:35
     

    three under-fives
    the bath-tub full of toys
    and pink bodies

  129.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-08 08:58:09
     

    autumn emptiness
    the knowing look
    on the pumpkins face

  130.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-08 14:32:44
     

    deep footprints -
    alongside pumpkins
    the wheelbarrow

  131.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-08 17:19:34
     

    spring equinox...
    our toddler graduates
    to training wheels

  132.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-08 18:18:04
     

    escaping his hand . . .
    a little child chases
    the helium balloon

  133.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-08 19:44:34
     

    gone for good...
    everything that was
    one breath before

  134.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-09 19:35:54
     

    a walk in the park
    fairy bubbles steal the show . . .
    the child transfixed

  135.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-10 06:21:34
     

    cloudy morning
    the psychic shines
    her crystal ball

  136.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-10 14:35:23
     

    White Sunday -
    Samoans dressed in white
    for church procession

  137.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-11 08:16:45
     

    monday morning...
    the weight
    of my workboots

  138.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-11 17:11:05
     

    contortionist
    her dismantled costume
    lies backstage

  139.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-11 17:59:31
     

    war talk
    our toddler tries to place
    a square peg in a round hole

  140.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-12 12:17:48
     

    hot steam of tea
    another disaster
    in the morning's paper

  141.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-12 16:36:35
     

    fish and chips
    she blots the grease
    with bush's face

  142.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-12 19:05:48
     

    pages reveal
    the price to tax-payers
    of a mid-sea rescue

  143.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-12 20:11:03
     

    nightfall...
    i remove the lid
    of the cicada jar

  144.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-13 13:15:20
     

    summer moon
    oranges
    quartered on the plate

  145.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-13 16:20:48
     

    the last page
    missing from the novel...
    winter deepens

  146.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-13 17:09:27
     

    anniversary . . .
    still the orchids bloom
    on the veranda

  147.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-13 17:27:22
     

    85th birthday
    mom tells the waiter,
    "extra spicy"

  148.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-13 17:34:30
     

    childhood memories
    I discover a first tooth
    in a little box

  149.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-13 19:25:34
     

    winter wind...
    the hygenist offers
    nitrous or novocaine

  150.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-14 14:07:40
     

    dentist's waiting room
    a child's drawing of a tooth
    on the wall

  151.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-14 15:21:45
     

    painting a line of sparrowa
    across the sky..
    sparrows

  152.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-14 17:48:16
     

    early summer
    a waxeye feeds
    on a loquat tree

  153.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-14 17:53:30
     

    halloween
    the sugar maple drops
    its last orange leaf

  154.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-14 18:14:09
     

    collapsing
    underfoot
    dry husks

  155.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-14 18:46:56
     

    weaving
    a ladder to the sky...
    white spider

  156.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-15 14:48:48
     

    through a crack
    in the old oak table
    a money spider

  157.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-16 16:42:51
     

    broke...
    the black depths
    of the wishing well

  158.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-16 19:35:58
     

    sudden visitors
    putting things out of the reach
    of their toddler

  159.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-17 07:14:03
     

    one touch
    the delicious warmth
    of her fingertips

  160.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-17 20:21:30
     

    cool moon rising
    silhouettes of commuters
    against the oak leaves

  161.  
    Colin Gent
    2005-10-18 15:37:48
     

    Be still, my heavy heart
    I feel a haiku coming:
    Ah, that is better

  162.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-18 17:45:08
     

    fire engine
    two visitors reflected
    in the polished hubcap

  163.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-19 07:23:08
     

    moonrise
    i abandon my search
    for a word to describe it

  164.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-19 14:09:30
     

    photographed
    from a helicopter
    the changing skyline


    I'll be away for 10 days, back on 1st.

  165.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-19 16:12:30
     

    have a great trip!


    winter stillness
    a straight line of smoke
    from the crooked chimney

  166.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-27 20:17:30
     

    dangling a worm
    the thrush looks at us
    sideways

  167.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-28 15:41:34
     

    carried over
    from a morning nightmare...
    cacophony of jays

  168.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-28 16:42:02
     

    Halloween -
    preparing the goodies
    for trick 'n' treat

  169.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-28 18:12:48
     

    november 1st...
    the display window pumpkin
    turns into a sleigh

  170.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-29 14:22:18
     

    early guy fawkes
    the sound of firecrackers
    into the small hours

  171.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-30 21:12:16
     

    silence...
    the old hound's ears
    stand at attention

  172.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-10-31 18:37:42
     

    stock truck
    a sheep dog pokes his nose
    out of a port hole

  173.  
    prado chekov
    2005-10-31 19:16:59
     

    yesterday morning...
    in the port of duluth
    the flag of new zealand

  174.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-01 18:14:47
     

    rainbow fades
    her bright dress hangs limp
    on the line

  175.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-02 05:28:07
     

    rainy day
    the hum of the clothes dryer
    lulls me to sleep

  176.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-02 19:22:28
     

    crowded house -
    a gannet seeks a landing spot
    on Gannet Rock

  177.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-02 20:19:22
     

    graveside service
    vapor trails criss cross
    the cemetery sky

  178.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-03 13:53:33
     

    overcast sky
    latent with spring rain
    I walk faster

  179.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-03 15:36:55
     

    moonrise
    i arrive at the inn
    with a quarter in my pocket

  180.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-03 17:51:22
     

    sultry evening
    preparing for the party
    I suck an ice cube

  181.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-03 18:39:02
     

    six martinis
    the last olive
    falls in her lap

  182.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-04 13:31:07
     

    such a weak sun
    on Guy Fawkes day
    the sound of crackers

  183.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-05 12:49:54
     

    midnight mass
    a pearl tinged halo
    circles the moon

  184.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-05 16:06:46
     

    family evening . . .
    at midnight picking up
    children's toys

  185.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-05 16:20:01
     

    two corvettes
    and a case of beer...
    do little boys ever grow up

  186.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-06 14:16:41
     

    overpass
    a bas relief of native flora
    on the concrete

  187.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-06 16:38:41
     

    glass bottom boat tour
    a woman with gold toe nails
    adds a touch of rouge

  188.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-06 19:30:07
     

    race practice -
    the cox's boat beside
    the rowers

  189.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-07 06:08:58
     

    where the
    water meets the cloudless sky
    a white sail

  190.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-07 12:02:45
     

    rescue mission
    twenty helicopters
    above the canopy

  191.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-08 08:11:45
     

    earth day
    the antique globe
    wobbles on its axis

  192.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-08 16:15:09
     

    A & P show
    three kunekune pigs
    snooze in a marquee

  193.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-08 17:01:19
     

    state fair...
    cows shrink beside
    the winning pumpkin

  194.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-08 18:03:31
     

    after Halloween
    the smile still on the face
    of the pumpkin

  195.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-08 18:45:32
     

    manhattan rain
    white face runs
    down the mime's white face

  196.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-09 13:09:39
     

    plumed predator
    a caged falcon
    gives vent to its rage

  197.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-09 14:21:48
     

    mid arguement
    she stops to tell me
    there's a spot on my tie

  198.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-10 11:24:43
     

    four in the morning
    the scent of a barbecue
    lingers in the air

  199.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-10 13:11:45
     

    insomnia
    recalling the second date
    kiss by kiss

  200.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-10 14:37:19
     

    among the petals
    at the local flower show
    the sleeping man

  201.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-10 16:17:18
     

    describing her dream at breakfast
    i look into the eyes
    on mine

  202.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-11 14:23:19
     

    exam time -
    post-it notes mark the pages
    of her Shakespeare

  203.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-11 15:26:14
     

    christmas play
    the first wise man
    forgets his lines

  204.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-11 18:09:32
     

    93rd birthday
    she turns the pages of an album
    trying to remember

  205.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-13 05:47:07
     

    nursing home
    on the wall above his bed
    a pink elimination schedule

  206.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-13 13:41:49
     

    race day
    a horse and jockey's shadow
    in the birdcage

  207.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-16 05:51:31
     

    small town jail
    out beyond the bars
    endless prairie

  208.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-16 17:19:33
     

    lit by the moon
    a fountain of water
    from a burst pipe

  209.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-16 22:14:00
     

    separated...
    i buy a balloon
    to hear it burst

  210.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-17 14:17:50
     

    summer morning
    the scent of honeysuckle
    as I go shopping

  211.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-18 13:19:40
     

    lost & found
    the homeless man claims
    a pair of mittens

  212.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-18 13:29:27
     

    broken planks
    on the old wharf
    still the boys fish

  213.  
    prado chekvo
    2005-11-19 13:49:50
     

    sunday school
    the boys bring home
    a jar of tadpoles

  214.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-19 16:09:16
     

    first date
    one last look in the mirror
    and she's ready

  215.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-19 17:22:16
     

    french kiss
    our mouths ripe
    with cheap wine

  216.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-20 14:11:30
     

    in the dim light
    of the movie theatre
    his nose piercing

  217.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-20 15:44:59
     

    on top...
    the crescent moon
    through her hoop earrings

  218.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-20 17:05:32
     

    family dinner -
    getting everyone's attention
    her new beau

  219.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-20 17:35:16
     

    in love
    the young couple
    watching us kiss

  220.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-20 18:05:43
     

    evening stillness . . .
    I turn the page of my book
    "Love Songs" by a friend

  221.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-21 21:33:22
     

    tango lessons...
    some steps i lead
    some steps i follow

  222.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-22 15:57:11
     

    a tramper
    dances across the river
    on a swing bridge

  223.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-23 12:22:54
     

    at the spot
    where the river widens
    she says "i love you"

  224.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-23 14:39:00
     

    funeral mass
    his wife touches her lips
    to the casket

  225.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-23 15:51:31
     

    eulogy
    the deadman
    unrecognizable

  226.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-23 17:15:15
     

    Thanksgiving Day
    the US flag flies
    in a neighbour's yard

  227.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-23 17:19:50
     

    Red Square
    everyone wears
    black & grey

  228.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-24 13:38:27
     

    synchronised swimming -
    a pod of orca dolphins
    in the harbour

  229.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-24 18:18:44
     

    rush hour
    everyone going elsewhere
    in the same line

  230.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-25 13:08:54
     

    home late -
    outside with a night-cap
    to look at the moon

  231.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-25 14:46:05
     

    grandma's hope chest
    tucked beneath the quilts
    a silver flask

  232.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-25 15:05:46
     

    street fair
    beneath green canvas
    beer-soaked grass

  233.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-25 16:01:48
     

    kentucky dusk
    the scent of sour mash
    spreads across the valley

  234.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-26 18:24:29
     

    on the DVD
    Bob Dylan sings of love and loss
    where have the years gone?

  235.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-27 16:20:01
     

    encore
    dylan & his band segue
    into forever young

  236.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-27 19:55:57
     

    rock concert
    bodies press against each other
    in the evening heat

  237.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-28 14:07:26
     

    winter thaw
    the hiss
    of the steam iron

  238.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-28 19:37:35
     

    birthday party
    the ice swirls at the bottom
    of his glass

  239.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-28 20:02:39
     

    first snow
    the mime's
    black top hat

  240.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-29 19:39:18
     

    heatwave -
    the flower with no name
    droops by the footpath

  241.  
    prado chekov
    2005-11-29 22:47:32
     

    maple keys spin
    in a sultry breeze...
    first kiss

  242.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-11-30 20:10:14
     

    Christmas phone call . . .
    her kids throw snowballs
    mine go surfing

  243.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-01 12:16:07
     

    december 1st.
    the splat of a snowball
    against the windshield

  244.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-01 19:41:47
     

    abseiling
    down a high-rise building
    two window-cleaners

  245.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-02 18:18:18
     

    wheelchair bound
    a housefly scales
    the living room wall

  246.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-03 13:25:26
     

    on my wall
    the last calendar month
    Hasui's snow scene

  247.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-03 15:54:45
     

    winter funeral
    the pallor
    of the mourner's faces

  248.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-04 11:25:16
     

    goodbye hug
    the scent of her lip balm
    as she leaves for school

  249.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-04 12:17:38
     

    blackout...
    candlelight flickers
    on her history book

  250.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-04 12:50:52
     

    early morning rain
    the swish of car tyres
    outside my window

  251.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-04 15:06:32
     

    winter thaw
    the remnants of a dream
    fade away

  252.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-04 19:26:53
     

    on the walk home
    the humidity
    cooled by raindrops

  253.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-06 14:12:31
     

    drought
    i long for the days
    she'd have me in for tea

  254.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-06 16:14:12
     

    day moon
    one white flower
    on the clematis

  255.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-06 16:58:47
     

    ghost story
    an owl hoots
    at the end

  256.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-06 18:10:17
     

    haunted house
    her pantyhose
    still hang on the line

  257.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-06 18:24:50
     

    bayside strip joint
    the dancer's
    fishnet stockings

  258.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-07 16:18:10
     

    teachers'strike
    red t-shirts and balloons
    on the protest march

  259.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-07 18:38:13
     

    gaza dusk...
    the bright red banner
    of the martyr's brigade

  260.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-07 19:22:36
     

    child's garden plot
    she picks the first strawberry
    before it ripens

  261.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-09 08:11:36
     

    first dandelions
    my daughter discovers
    a new freckle

  262.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-09 13:18:32
     

    concert in the park
    the sound of a harmonica
    pressed to lips

  263.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-09 16:17:30
     

    sultry afternoon
    she teaches me to whistle
    with a blade of grass

  264.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-11 13:17:04
     

    hot morning -
    around the water cooler
    we talk of cricket

  265.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-11 21:29:03
     

    distant thunder
    the thud of rugby players
    in front of the grandstand

  266.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-12 13:25:44
     

    swirling loops
    in his Christmas letter . . .
    old friend from the past

  267.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-12 14:23:13
     

    his hearing aid
    my hearing aid
    best friends

  268.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-12 14:47:00
     

    roar of traffic
    nothing to watch
    but the noonday sun

  269.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-12 18:26:35
     

    broadway
    a policeman and his mount
    gallop past the cab stand

  270.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-13 16:38:49
     

    "rent-a-santa"
    university students
    wave, dance and sing

  271.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-14 08:33:41
     

    tree trimmed...
    the angel wears
    a pair of dog tags

  272.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-14 17:15:54
     

    a plank swing
    soars above the sea wall
    into the sunset

  273.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-14 19:44:33
     

    driftwood
    the surfer speaks
    of a far away beach

  274.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-15 16:53:24
     

    wave-pool
    a lifeguard watches youngsters
    from a blow-up dolphin

  275.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-15 18:13:48
     

    nude beach...
    the lifeguard's
    white safari hat

  276.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-15 18:31:48
     

    7 year-old
    the sun shines
    through his spiked hair

  277.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-17 12:18:40
     

    good friday
    waking to the beat
    of the carpenter's hammer

  278.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-17 13:24:32
     

    King Kong movie
    her ice cream melts
    in the scarey part

  279.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-17 15:44:21
     

    after the film
    taking the d train
    through the south bronx

  280.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-18 13:33:07
     

    zoo party -
    on a train of elephants
    santa and his elves

  281.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-18 15:33:38
     

    windblown snow...
    all three wise men
    pointing south

  282.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-18 16:34:02
     

    abandoned chapel -
    tucked away in a corner
    the holy family

  283.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-18 19:58:08
     

    story time
    i read the kids a fable
    called genesis

  284.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-19 16:31:07
     

    in the domain
    a four-year-old strolls
    with her Buzzy Bee

  285.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-19 21:55:00
     

    sunrise
    the first rays fall
    on the honey jar

  286.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-20 12:23:35
     

    mowing the lawn
    some dandelions
    left for the bees

  287.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-20 17:28:08
     

    winter thaw
    the yellow stripe
    of a croquet ball

  288.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-20 19:11:49
     

    Maori home
    grandad gives his mokupuna
    his old guitar to play

  289.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-21 08:20:39
     

    wounded knee
    a tattered flag ripples
    above the government office

  290.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-21 17:31:49
     

    crystal mountain
    we pan for worthwhile nugget
    in the water sluice

  291.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-21 19:30:16
     

    sutter's mill
    the tourist drops a jackson
    to pan for fools gold

  292.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-22 13:38:01
     

    at the top
    of the mall's 80-ft tree
    a gold star

  293.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-23 12:15:59
     

    first day of school
    songbirds overtake
    the treehouse

  294.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-23 15:59:27
     

    hot moonlight
    the beach comes alive
    after midnight

  295.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-23 16:37:56
     

    moonlit beach
    the silver waves
    between our tan lines


    merry christmas patricia to you and yours!

  296.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-24 12:21:38
     

    midnight mass -
    candles brighter
    than the stars

  297.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-25 16:28:09
     

    boxing day
    the kids play house
    in the playhouse box

  298.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-26 12:50:24
     

    joining the fray . . .
    summer sales begin
    in the shopping mall

  299.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-27 15:23:21
     

    sidewalk sale
    in a squeaky shopping cart
    everything she owns

  300.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-28 16:03:54
     

    low tide
    the smell of the salt-marsh
    lingers in the air

  301.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-28 22:39:47
     

    boardwalk
    my daughter pulls me toward
    the taffy maker

  302.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-29 12:56:34
     

    on the beach
    forming the child's name
    with seaweed

  303.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-29 17:32:03
     

    clear water
    we float downstream
    on a bed of clouds

  304.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-30 13:33:01
     

    in a cloudless sky
    the song of a nightingale
    reaches the day moon

  305.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-31 12:20:32
     

    piano practice
    she plays a dirge
    on this sunny day

  306.  
    Patricia Prime
    2005-12-31 13:12:39
     

    shaped by the land
    a farmer and his wife
    watch the cricket


    Happy New Year!

  307.  
    prado chekov
    2005-12-31 16:07:53
     

    produce stand
    a toothless old woman
    tempts me with an apple


    happy new year patricia!

  308.  
    Patricia Prime
    2006-01-01 12:43:56
     

    sunrise . . .
    peeling the oranges
    for breakfast juice

  309.  
    prado chekov
    2006-01-01 16:40:07
     

    butter drips
    from an ear of sweetcorn...
    summer sunset

  310.  
    Patricia Prime
    2006-01-02 13:41:24
     

    summertime cleaning
    the wooden gothic church
    repainted

  311.  
    prado chekov
    2006-01-03 07:44:35
     

    midwinter
    i sweep the dirt
    under the rug

  312.  
    Patricia Prime
    2006-01-03 13:22:08
     

    "Rays of Grace"
    in my parcel from India -
    unseasonal hail

  313.  
    prado chekov
    2006-01-03 18:55:33
     

    just married
    the preacher directs us to
    the cheapest motel in town

  314.  
    Patricia Prime
    2006-01-04 17:45:42
     

    holiday time -
    counting my money
    into small piles


    I'll be away for 10 days. May be time to draw a line under this sequence of haiku as it's getting rather long. Maybe start again some time.

  315.  
    prado chekov
    2006-01-05 14:54:00
     

    departing train
    i watch her wave
    'till she's swallowed by the sun


    agreed! it's been fun

  316.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-03-24 19:02:11
     

    spring returns
    it's time once more--
    autumn in new zealand

  317.  
    Lynette Arden
    2010-10-09 05:14:56
     

    wave swash
    rushing to the shore
    a fragmented moon

    been a great sequence, why stop?

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