Bushwalk Haiku

just you and I mosquito

sharing last night's Vodka

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it winks--

sun behind

rustling leaves

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in front of hills bending--

a thousand trees

and I looking

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distant creek--

a strange edible plant

perhaps

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bush walk--

slushes of the water bottle

steady, then gone

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rising

on the path home

the same grass

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only birdsong

only trees

strategically taking a piss

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autumn river

this time

my heart floods

Petrichor

Petrichor (PET-ri-kuhr) noun

The pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a dry spell

From Greek petros- (stone) + ichor (the fluid that is supposed to flow in the veins of the Gods in Greek mythology)

lull

of the

first rain

after a dry

spell procures

a suspense like

no other its silence

calms the exhaustion of

hysterical trees shrugging

off draught its scent lingers

between blackberry lanes that

bear their chests to the drizzle

its arrival breathes most sweet

lullabies of Gaia... a gushing

finger to her thirsty lips:

hush now sleep...

shhhh

New Farm Park Haiku

http://anotherlostshark.com/2011/04/19/new-farm-park-ginko-lee-anne-davie-vuong-pham/

Work Life Could Be Worse

life could be worse is all I can say

when you come and complain

to me about that nasty

person at work

next time

think

of

being

stuck in

some cockpit of

a spaceship whereby

there is no gravity or coffee

only a monkey and shit like that

Strange Trees

what

extreme

solitude as

we listen to

the deepening

quiet of the very

trees themselves

talk in corrugated

sunlight voices that

leaves stitch maybe

I am mad for the voices

and oozing saps beckon me

from the silence of the park

bench urging me to walk on

fields of water where the

rising river touches fossil

logs shifting back to a

time where trees

sung before

metals or

money

for I

hear

voices

hum

from

growth

rings of

ancients

as I follow

a summer sun

until it arched over

continents and seas as I

stared until she turned her eyes away

Writer's Block

look

through

books of past

poets before my

twentieth century time

now at modern times as a

writer lesser that of a street

fighter cos at my age back then

I would have worked in a factory

by now selling goods to my enemies

of a nation that prided itself on patriotism

but switch back to a time where more

mental conditions are prevalent

my mind hides the word as I

continue to engage in play

of hide and seek that

word but shit I

had lost my

thoughts

now

New Farm Park Haiku

extreme solitude

listening to

trees talking

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silly roses

just forgive

the annoying bees

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the river has glistened

long enough

for the summer house windows

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must be growing old--

polite chatter

at the wedding party

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park bench

if only you could see

what I see

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ripening fruit

forgive me

I took your virginity

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public toilet

I am not compelled

to flush

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Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens Haiku Sequence

http://anotherlostshark.com/2011/04/07/mt-coot-tha-botanical-gardens-ginko/

Sandgate Haiku

corrugated mud

how silent

the rotting branch

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I see it

then I don't

aeroplane through trees

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distant waves

paperbark rustles

too

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howling wind

at low tide

the dog tracks fill in

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kite surfing

falling leaves

also

Mt. Cootha Haiku

last night's storm

trapped up

in aloe vera grooves

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solitude gathering

a falling branch

startles me

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alone again

by the waterfall

my bladder expands

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tired of bamboo gazing

I look to the pond--

bamboo reflection

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gathering moss

a nearby waterfall

beckons

• 
  

walking from bench to bench

towards the pond

my ass gets moist

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each gust of the waterfall

drowning out

the aeroplane's roar

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how pleasant to see

flowers evolving

into butterflies

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parrot flowers

we have met before

on my lawn

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lone spider

guards the footpath--

no entry

• 
  

thatched roof

creeping closer

to the doodia candata

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heart jumping

oh wait it's not a spider

but a dangling leaf

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rustling leaves

the darkening path

goes on and on

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lizard stalks a moth

then I follow

trees

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native violet

each cry of the cormorant

you bob your head

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fossil logs

how many passing clouds

have you seen?

"Have All The .... In The World", Mum says

wrapper

after wrapper

in the study room

bin as i devour more

coles almond classics

mini types that mum

does not stop buying

in truck loads flash

back to a time when

my brother and sis

ever mentioned we

liked something

mum stocked

the storage

room

full

first

choc

bars

then

cheese

and

bacon

shapes

yum