real estate sales pitch —
a tangle of butterflies
in the horse pasture
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Charles Trumbull
Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.
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walking away_
the scent of country on his shoe
and… butterflys
**a tangle of butterflies in the horse pasture** — fresh and haunting image, and I like the interesting and completely unexpected juxtaposition in this haiku.
Mike Farley,
Your last two haiku on this date are so relaxing, comforting and thought provoking to me. The aroma of the chimney smoke coupled with moon inspired introspection seem required for 2009 resolution planning and personal evaluation.
“a real estate sales pitch
braving a chilly wind
one moment for stolen kisses
this childless couple
on the edge of a salt marsh
hearing the ripples split the pickerel weed
a rainy day, too
the pause
imagining a model home
where once was a prairie sunset
an amber light
through breaking clouds, first sun in days
opposite a pale moon
now, a spring sunset”
walking away_
the scent of country on his shoe
and… butterflys
This has a wonderful texture of inter-relationship and economy. Very nice, Charles–outstanding in your field. Take care.
**a tangle of butterflies in the horse pasture** — fresh and haunting image, and I like the interesting and completely unexpected juxtaposition in this haiku.
I can see the tangle of words…
love this moment!
black wreath
hanging outside the door–
this alley cat waits and waits
fires up the imagination
electric wires bounce
like a trampoline–we need
the rain and snow
I wish Dylan would open Tinywords back up again. In the meantime I hope he’ll let us post on this old haiku of Charles’.
red coals
she persuades me
to stay in bed
where are my fireflies..
i cant live without fireflies!
Now… it’s -backwords- and we all sense the loss, Anthony.
leap second–
one second added
this year
_m, being reminded of past great works, and my having experienced the moment. i know what the masses thought of basho’s work, during his lifetime…
–
winter’s dawn
white ibis left
calico ducks right
flock together
–
HAPPY NEW YEAR
turning the page
rose petals pressed tight
library book
below zero
chimney smoke drifts
through the cottonwoods
crystal winterberries
still — red
a cardinal rests
full moon
looking bigger than usual-
perigee moon
pale moon
not half the man
I used to be
Mike Farley,
Your last two haiku on this date are so relaxing, comforting and thought provoking to me. The aroma of the chimney smoke coupled with moon inspired introspection seem required for 2009 resolution planning and personal evaluation.
terrytip, was pondering how many ku-ist, with pen in hand, even mind in awe, were viewing this, once in a lifetime, perigee moon
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mike f, this moon’s to make a new man
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ahh, 2emptychairs, all is not void
–
through this cloud
full iridaceous moon–
through my bedroom window
over the fence
above the roof
beaming moon
first snow
the one-year old
sticks out her tongue
below zero
a scent of brandy
in the tow truck
narrow road
to the far left-
politics
morning love—
quickfooting it
across the cold floor
mirrored lake–
chilling distance
this rooster cry
Wings of a Dove . . .
this guitar loves my
wobbly voice
lake-song –
the fish are avoiding
my boat
LA sunrise
traffic in the canyon
begins to stall
bundled under wings
another storm approaches
this cold winter
… and the list continues to grow. WOW
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interesting mike f., i’m not the only one confronted with sunrise, commuter traffic, and visions of haiku.
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midday commute
speeds along–
red head turkey vulture spirals above
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not only in denmark, miami too; funny, only in winter.
hamlet act 1, scene 4
holding hands—
the car slides backwards
on black ice
tangling of silver braces
along the snowy path
this first kiss
tangled silver branches
swirling spindrifts blow
lights out
warming trend
a toy hedgehog emerges
from the snowmelt
I’m enjoying these haiku!
Alan
http://www.withwords.org.uk
as spring approaches–
tinywords silence
continues to resound
a skiff of new snow
the feeling
that I belong here
stuck inside, sick
the revelry goes on
fat tuesday
flight cross furrowed field
tangle of butterflies–
orange ribbon in her hair
–
into waiting arms…
swayed by my sales pitch
sunny again
black cows in deep snow
by the gate
backyard toad
waiting for spring
croaks
back porch
the same dead frog
I kicked away yesterday
winter repast
gleaning/cleaning of the marrow
charles haiku
swirling snow
first goose of the season
arrives with a tan
Flying northward bound. The feathered vee honks homeward. Fewer than they came.
morning sun
a new shadow
under the sorrel mare
spitting rain
bitter is the wind
tempermental March
winter
still pushing its way
into spring
out of my window
snow still covers the ground
tips of trees turning pink
Snow drifts
becoming mud banks
happiness prevails
mated pair
he really loves her
in the spring
today, a time for shorts
march weather–
a time for thermals
fresh snow
only the birds think
it’s spring
bird on a wire–
darker clouds loom
just above the horizon
azure sky
a streak of bird shit
down the power pole
reminisce, days past
“a real estate sales pitch
braving a chilly wind
one moment for stolen kisses
this childless couple
on the edge of a salt marsh
hearing the ripples split the pickerel weed
a rainy day, too
the pause
imagining a model home
where once was a prairie sunset
an amber light
through breaking clouds, first sun in days
opposite a pale moon
now, a spring sunset”