curling up at dusk
the park bench sleeper
turns over a new page
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Alan Summers
Alan's haiku and poetry is published in over 60 anthologies, and a number of languages. He regularly reads, performs, and workshops from venues as diverse as possible including shop windows; inner city rainforests; cliff tops; to the more orthodox places...on occasion. His website is: http://www.withwords.org.uk
Contact: alan at withwords dot org dot uk
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Thanks Bill, although if it comes across as ‘clever’ I feel I failed. (-;
This guy was arranging/rearranging his newspaper sheets, which can be quite warm and effective against the cold.
I also felt that maybe he was going to have a better New Year somehow, as he paused over one or two of the sheets, as if he was reading an ad for a job that might get him out of this situation?
This is a haiku with a little bit of haiku humour, and a whisker of senryu in it too.
But it points back to the fact that change is inevitable, which is why so many people use New Year’s Eve as a catalyst to do something new, or simple to ‘move on’.
Clever, Alan.
park bench—
an old man reads
the morning news
Thanks Bill, although if it comes across as ‘clever’ I feel I failed. (-;
This guy was arranging/rearranging his newspaper sheets, which can be quite warm and effective against the cold.
I also felt that maybe he was going to have a better New Year somehow, as he paused over one or two of the sheets, as if he was reading an ad for a job that might get him out of this situation?
The thought is poignant, the phrasing clever, I think.
autumn leaves
the park
turns over a new leaf
Thanks Georgia.
This is a haiku with a little bit of haiku humour, and a whisker of senryu in it too.
But it points back to the fact that change is inevitable, which is why so many people use New Year’s Eve as a catalyst to do something new, or simple to ‘move on’.
all my best,
Alan
glass of warm milk,
at bedtime
her bosom rids my chills