a sense of haiku
a collection of haiga & haibun ( haiku and accompanying image and story) by dan ravasio
A sense of haiku
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jackson pollock original
treks turned to trials
tripping, twisting through the trails
tiptoeing through time 🦊❤️
breakfast at the beach
gulls perch on tables
the air is filled with bacon
frost crisps fallen leaves 🦊❤️
“just who do you think you are??” 🎃
staring myself down
a test of wills... who will win?
trying not to blink
🦊❤️🎃👻
yoga chit chat
before zoom zooms
teacher and student chit chat
both have orange cats
🦊❤️
our big day
in all of its days
never ever such a feat
for the stone (and me)
🦊❤️
unsung heros
hands warming fireside
seasoned wood aglow with flame
the kindling just smiles
🦊❤️
when no one is looking
most will look and leave
a handful relish its fall
the balance try it
🦊❤️
eli and grandma
there is such power
in the huge locomotive
and the young boy’s dreams
🦊❤️
great composers
birds arranged like music
the next note about to sound
beethoven just smiles
🦊❤️
bamboo high
the bamboo exhales
it’s musty breath makes me pause
i stop, breathe - and be
🦊❤️
grandma’s hallway
the sounds of polka
as i walk down her hallway
the smell of sanka
🦊❤️
(my portrait of me in my grandmother’s arms)
my rock balancing job
fingers loose and soft
most of all believe you can
then just walk away
🦊❤️
both sides now
preaching to the choir
talking heads go on and on
all nodding as one
🦊❤️
autumn uprising
the tilted pumpkin
and a gang of autumn leaves
riot of color
🦊❤️
being all wet
heavy morning mist
the dampness in my notebook
won’t let me write this
🦊❤️
precision sounds
two birds chattering
first one and then the other
sounds so black and white
🦊❤️
but grains of sand
atop the mountain
mandalas come... and they go...
everything changes
🦊❤️
buddhist monks create these beautiful images (mandalas) out of colored sand. then they sweep them up and pour the sand into the sea.
no need for speed
a stroll on the boards
getting nowhere fast
only just fast enough
🦊❤️
old bones
rustling above me
and falling all around me
rain in my bones
🦊❤️
pine needles falling
pine needles falling
the grass barely growing now
a carved pumpkin smiles
🦊❤️
inspired by a text conversation with my buddy joe c
singing for dinner
singing silent night
from tattered hymnal pages
no room at the inn
🦊❤️
life is a tightrope
the tightrope walker
eyeing the rope - and the sky
never looks down
🦊❤️
light and dark
bands of sun - and not
stripes of light and stripes of dark
a black and white cat
🦊❤️
or
bands of sun - and not
stripes of day and stripes of night
a black and white cat
olden days memories
oh the good old days
just chickenpox and measles
“do you have your mask?
” 🦊❤️
passing by
on the trail’s edge
a lingering butterfly
allows us to pass
🦊❤️
jungle cat
lying in wait
such stealth, such cunning, so wild
“willey, dinner time!!!!”
🦊❤️
photo by yulan
rise and fall
unlike ancient rome
summer falls to autumn’s grip
will soon rise again
🦊❤️
or
unlike ancient rome
summer’s fall by autumn’s hand
will spring back again
a basket of stars
a sky full of stars
hanging like fruit on a tree
ready to be picked
🦊❤️
virtual sunrise
watching the sunrise
on the face of the depot
now i know what’s east
🦊❤️
talking heads (d. byrne’s big suit)
lots of talking heads
seems they’ve all stopped making sense
“burnin’ down the house”
🦊❤️
Note: “stop making sense” is also a great documentary concert video of the talking heads.
i’m just ducky
the wiper’s cadence
just like a hypnotist’s watch
“quack, I am a duck”
🦊❤️
little sanitation engineer
a little boy dreams
to make it all spic and span
a wind swept wrapper
🦊❤️
10/12/2020
Photo by Hampton Virginia
monday morning 3 am
three o’clock am
laying in bed just breathing
trying to recall dreams
three o’clock am
rain clatters in the downspout
the clock tic-tocs
three o’clock am
the rain like bamboo clacking
my clock tic-tocking
🦊❤️
lonely sentinel
in a sea of leaves.
a lonely sentinel stands.
the serpent returns
🦊❤️
Waiting
Like Tommy the cat.
Just waiting with all my might.
Hoping for my treat.
10/10/2020
(Kevin's 5 Day Run.)
standing still and watching
the moon orbiting.
the gaggle of geese winging.
that tree - just watching
🦊❤️
beyond lockdown
with the world on hold.
didn’t make colorado
but went well beyond
🦊❤️
(En route to 230 miles in 5 days)
ricky the horse
ricky the old horse.
standing still, just standing still.
autumn orange paints him
🦊❤️
room to breathe
in the rusty sun.
his breath lifting him way up.
inner son blazing
🦊❤️
Cozy Morning Window
how I often gazed
at cozy morning windows
now... I bask in one...
🦊❤️
Sky and Trees
look... up in the sky
that singular star looks down
meant for me to see
🦊❤️
Letting Your Attention Get Caught
so you’ve seen it all
nothing left to turn the head
“oh wow look at this!!!”
🦊❤️
Haiku’s Beat
five
seven
five
🦊❤️
Moon Lit Morning
a moonlit morning
walking through my own breath
big red fox darts by
🦊❤️
Ragweed
yellow exploding
and my nostrils imploding
ah ah choo ah choo!!
🦊❤️
Morning Mushroom Cairn
springing up so fast
these early morning mushrooms
hiding from the sun
🦊❤️
A Hawk Lands
stripping my shirt off
humidity rising fast
a hawk lands nearby
🦊❤️
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