Today's poet

[dominion]

dom you are an enigma to me!!!!! )

:thumbup:

[Old Whippet]

What a great bit of homework to have to do. We should pick a word too and send everyone off for 24 hours to think of a haiku with the word.....erm......."fleece"

Feel free to ignore the suggestion if you think it is pants.

good idea, man of many H's. Have I missed the deadline??


Pasty cashier wants
fifty quid to press buttons.
did someone say 'fleece'?

[Einar]

Fine choices Freckle and Alf. (Thanks for the link, by the way.) I must read more (a lot more) poetry. DT, excellent rhyme is always welcome to me, as is a good laugh XRunner. Another great page! Here's Tom Pow.

Spanish Shaving

As light dims, I take my shaver outside
to trim my holiday beard. The grey drifts
down to tinder-dry grasses; the small blades
chirr like insects as my blind hand sifts


through the stubble. That's when my wife appears
and sees at once something else we can share.
In tending each wanton bristle, she blanks
out all but the job at hand. A car roars


through the vineyards; a dog barks. The leaves
rattle in the almost breeze, while I lean
forward like an old man in surrender.
There was stubble behind his blue jaw-line


my father always missed. His late kisses
exposed it when, trusting in her answer,
he tipped his face towards my mother. His mask
briefly hovers in the warm evening air.


Between my face and it, my wife's sweet breath
travels the blind trajectory of love.

[Derby Tup]

Fine choices Freckle and Alf. (Thanks for the link, by the way.) I must read more (a lot more) poetry. DT, excellent rhyme is always welcome to me, as is a good laugh XRunner. Another great page! Here's Tom Pow.

Spanish Shaving

As light dims, I take my shaver outside
to trim my holiday beard. The grey drifts
down to tinder-dry grasses; the small blades
chirr like insects as my blind hand sifts


through the stubble. That's when my wife appears
and sees at once something else we can share.
In tending each wanton bristle, she blanks
out all but the job at hand. A car roars


through the vineyards; a dog barks. The leaves
rattle in the almost breeze, while I lean
forward like an old man in surrender.
There was stubble behind his blue jaw-line


my father always missed. His late kisses
exposed it when, trusting in her answer,
he tipped his face towards my mother. His mask
briefly hovers in the warm evening air.


Between my face and it, my wife's sweet breath
travels the blind trajectory of love.

I love this Einar. Thanks for posting

[Hes]

Yep, me too. Really lovely Einar!

[Hes]

Alf...this is genius! Very funny and especially apt as I got told off at Masham Sheep Fair for sinking my fingers into a sheep's fleece to see how deep it was. I left a finger shaped hole in its perfectly coiffeured wool and his owner (complete with white coat and hat) said 'madam, could you wait until after the judging to do that please'! Oops.

Show judge feels through fleece
Disappointing left buttock
market tomorrow

[Hes]

Hi IDP, really like your daughter's haiku...bit of syncronity there!

Ta Hes I like your as well.

Funnily enough my daughter has come home and her home work is on ....

yes haikus, she had to write one with "Shine" in and since the garden has been draped in Dew she wrote this....(with a bit of help)

Glistening raindrops
Shine like fireworks on green grass
Early morning dew

[Einar]

On a soft warm fleece
In front of an open fire
Your skin glows like gold

[freckle]

On a soft warm fleece
In front of an open fire
Your skin glows like gold

this is lovely I also liked IDP's daughters haiku as well as contributions from Alf and OW :-)

Autumns upon us
Winds are high
Better grab yer fleece

I cannot write haiku just detest rules and therefore the 7 syllables thingiemejiggy! but i do appreciate others

[Derby Tup]

Thursday tarmac trot
tired throbbing tempo'd thighs
thoughts turn towards tea