– below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan”, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku –
– click here for dagosan’s archive index –
who are you
today?
Goth kids trick-or-treating
[Oct. 31, 2005]
[Oct. 30, 2005]
October 30:
two wilted pumpkins
and all the candy gone
[October 29, 2005]
her marriage?
she says
it’s fine
[Oct. 27, 2005]
first date —
her eyes linger
on the rusted fender
[Oct. 27, 2005]
out-patient exit —
taking home
a new sore throat
first snow this year —
strangers in hospital gowns
talk weather
[Oct. 25, 2005]
rearview mirror–
the baby face
is gone
[Oct 24, 2005]
still blocking
my river view —
a few red, stubborn leaves
[Oct. 23, 2005]
late for dinner
pasta
way past al dente
[Oct. 22, 2005]
first cold morning —
river mist mixes
with car exhaust
first cold day –
the same torn finger
on last year’s glove
[Oct. 21, 2005]
too cold for fireflies —
campfire sparks
float over the rocks
Kashmir’s children
atop the rubble
under the rubble
[Oct. 20, 2005]
my “funeral suit”
too snug —
someday, it’ll be baggy
[Oct. 19, 2005]
running for judge —
she practices
her braille
[Oct. 18, 2005]
autumn cycle
one red and one brown
sock in the tub
two rainbows
in one day —
no one to tell
[Oct. 18, 2005]
her beer breath —
tonight,
we both have headaches
[Oct. 17, 2005]
class reunion –
he leaves
his toupee home
[Oct. 15, 2005]
in the middle
of the distraction —
an interruption
leaf-peepers ooh and ah —
why didn’t I
bring my gloves?
[Oct. 14, 2005]
half a tank —
above the gas pump
Old Glory in tatters
[Oct. 13, 2005, hat tip
to elizabeth macfarland]
cold autumn rain
spotting three yellow slickers
she smiles
[Oct. 12, 2005]
you can’t carve that!
daddy snatches
the orange bocce ball
[Oct. 11, 2005]
Columbus Day rain —
first cozy evening
since Spring
[Oct. 9, 2005]
perched on
the sitting sumo’s belly —
one large pumpkin
[Oct. 8, 2005]
one arm under the pillow
only my hand
asleep
[Oct. 7, 2005]
heading toward sunset —
the migrating geese
left turn
stained glass window –
a stranger
in autumn twilight
“Historic District” sign –
textured asphalt
painted “brick red”
[Oct. 6, 2005]
icy bridge —
grandpa says
“if you skid, pump the brakes”
[Oct. 5, 2005]
oil prices
heading skyward
the noisy geese fly south
[Oct. 4, 2005]
an autumn day
too good to waste –
the factory whistle blows
capsizing
tourboat –
one walker slowly sinks
[Oct. 3, 2005]
standing up
book in hand —
one gull floats, flies, floats
used book —
someone else’s
coffee stain
[Oct. 2, 2005]
no fan
for two days —
now, it’s autumn
[Oct. 1, 2005]