the brittle call
of a skylark –
still no rain

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Vincent O'Connor

Vincent O'Connor is originally from Kilfinane, Co. Limerick, Ireland. Having lived and worked in Spain and Japan, he now lives in Cork with his wife, two kids, two home stay students and two cats. He is a dog person. He is a member of the Irish Haiku Society and his poems have recently appeared in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Penny Dreadful, The Lake, Right Hand Pointing, Vending Machine Press, A Hundred Gourds, Bones, and Acorn. Vincent tweets @ vincentoconnor_

5 thoughts on “”

  1. Really appreciate the word "brittle."

    seed parachutes
    onto unwatered ground—
    a fruitless journey

  2. The word 'brittle' is an excellent choice to echo the dry season or drought, a really lovely haiku.

    black cockatoos
    coming down from the hills
    unseasonal rain

  3. Hi,

    Thank you all for your very kind words.
    It was a huge honour for me to be included in Tinywords.

    Vincent.

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