Haikus

My good friend Anne suggested I contribute to a collection of haiku verses this summer, to ease the boredom of Lockdown. I jumped at the opportunity, and here they are, in no particular order:

A bonsai mountain

looming on the horizon:

Time to fold laundry.

——-

Unseen waves crashing,

an invisible ocean:

My wifi is down.

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Baking in oven

the size of a building – the

AC is useless.

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Chattering monkeys;

My girl has a sleepover, 

where is my corkscrew?

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Swallows are swirling

through the heavenly spheres and

a faint smell of rain.

——-

Drying and brittle

cadavers in the desert;

Where is my skin cream?

———

L’espoir est un plat

qui est très vite consommé;

Vive la ratatouille!

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En ö i dimma;

Enade i enfalden                     

söndras tre länder.

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An island in mist;

united in their dimness

three countries crumble.

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Velvety darkness;

It’s incumbent on me – to

stay under cover.

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A dewy rose bud

that softly comes into bloom

I want to give you.

———

Winter winds howling

like wolves at the hunger moon;

Quite the wakeup call!

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Not an ideal world;

Comme fait Candide et Panglosse –

Cultivions jardins!

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The garden’s spoiling

a) me or b) for a fight

Schrödinger’s backyard?

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True/not true; but where 

is the cat in all this space?

Shades of deepest grey.

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