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the murmuring dance
between south wind and elm bough
sighing summer spells

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

white as a petal
floating on this clouded pond
egret’s reflection

sounds of relief -
the heatwave
crashing

#Haiku #Senryu #SenryuSunday

anywhere i
look—senryu here and
there, and there, and...

#senryu

me as a kid: wow I can't wait until we have robots and computers for everything

me now: if this toaster makes me download an app I am slipping out into the night to start a new life as a mysterious figure occasionally glimpsed in the fog

where is the fallen cicada going, walking on and on
#haiku

Dew drops soften green
Far flung fields drift towards white
Hold dreams of blue skies

©️ #AndreaCConnolly

12th anniversary, 5th July 2025

#haiku #botaiku #mpy #poetry

walk through the heat ain't no love present in this city

#senryu

Irish author John Boyne was abused as a child. He says writing helped him heal The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas author's latest work, The Elements, is a series of four linked stories examining child abuse from different perspectives.

In this interview with Australia's ABC News, John discusses the effect his sexual abuse as a teenager at the hands of one of his teachers had on his life and how it led to him writing the four-novella sequence THE ELEMENTS.
www.abc.net.au/news/2025-08...

dust motes dancing
into sunbeams
out of no-where

#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (dance)

out of no-where
the clouds reveal
a moon why

#haiku #HaikuSaturday

This week's poem took a walk along the creek & came home with muddy boots.

We wander on.

The sun is bright overhead.

#DailyHaikuPrompt #dance

heady heat...
white butterflies pirouette
over willowherb

glimpse of time—
nursing a weak drink
while you talk on

#senryu

autumnal breeze—
quietly trashing
all of my texts

#senryu

eating seedless grapes
searching for other
jobs online

#senryu

summer wedding
we dance around
our issues
#DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuSaturday #haiku #senryu

my first attempt at a #senryu in Japanese:

デスクまえ あくびをこらえ かえりたい
watashi no / akubi o korae / ie e kaeru yo

desuku mae
akubi o korae
kaeritai

at my desk—
stifling a long yawn,
i want to go home.

thyme
a passageway
to the next world
#NaHaiWriMo

墓場から出た蛇何か身内めき
The snake that came out of the grave, somehow like family

— Maeda Jakurō (1897–1960)

#senryu

now walking home, everything around food for senryu

#senryu

morning arrives, knowing its lawless more strange things come

#senryu

A lingering sunset.

「どこまでが俳句か、俳句の方で決めてくれ。それ以外は全部川柳でもらおう」（川上三太郎）
“Let the haiku community decide what counts as haiku. Everything else we’ll call senryu.”

— Santaro Kawakami

Kawabata Yasunari once said, "that senryu is the literary art form closest to the novel. Like a novel, it can make the reader sense not only the trunk of the story given by the poet, but also the unseen branches, leaves, and even the veins on the undersides of those leaves."

near the threshold strong smell of liquor—i'm so sleepy

#senryu

my long walk home smell of senryu clings to everyone

#senryu

summer-dry ditches
watermint and willowherb
soft green and flowing