Category: Haiku

She Winked (a Haiku)




I am mesmerised

Her golden eye winked at me

She’s camera shy

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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024

Wet Ground (a Haiku)

Sam the snail slithers

And slides over the wet ground

Clouds sound loud and grey

Ivor Steven (c) December 2023

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats




One Butterfly (a Rhyming Haiku)

One white butterfly

Quietly fluttered nearby

Breathless! I said Hi

“Song Of Wandering Aengus” A poem by W B Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread.

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the ground
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And some one called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands.

And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.

Before and After Sunset (a Haiku)



The orange sunset

Basks within the babbling sky

Behind purple lights

Ivor Steven (c) November 2023

Yesterday afternoon, we took a drive out to the Bannockburn Golf Club, (where I used to play before my last two strokes put an end to my playing days.) The course is situated inside a State Forest surrounded by native bushland, where kangaroos graze and graciously share the fairways with those ‘crazy golfers’. At the moment the Club is undertaking the huge task of installing 18 new greens. Frankie and I inspected a few of the new greens. Frankie quickly adopted the place as his own and thoroughly enjoyed the vast expanse of grass and the many trees that he was able to explore …

Frankie’s Golf Course (a Haiku)




Doggie paradise

Miles of grass and lots of trees

All a yard apart!

Ivor Steven (c) November 2023

I have been busy today reloading my computer with my printers and scanner, then adding all the necessary apps that I use to organise to my poetry website …
Our spring weather was again atrocious today, but despite the appalling conditions we still managed to go out for our ‘walkies’ …
Images Below: in the right-hand photo, I am sure the big grey cloud was laughing at us, for being the only ones, crazy enough to brave nature’s fierce winds …

Stony Clouds (a Haiku)

The air turned stony

Gales tore in from the south pole

Grey veneered clouds laugh

Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

We met a ‘Pill Millipede’ on our walkie this morning, he was shy and defensive.

I’m a Pill (a Haiku)

Defensively

I roll up into a pill

But don’t swallow me

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023