Whirling by the Dozen
The first line of each haiku or senryu below is taken from “The Scholar Gipsy” by Matthew Arnold.
This week’s whirling words are: erotic, melancholy, rosy, gold, swing, powders, pale, cover, spray, grasses, fling, stray
In the country lanes
erotic little flowers
bloom from dawn to dusk.
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hanging on a gate
a spray of yellow roses
cooing to the sun
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With enchanted ears
I hear the grasses singing
to the morning rain.
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At her open door
a pale and anxious farmer
scans the sky for rain.
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Dying spark of hope—
melancholy settles in,
nibbling at my soul.
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On the wooden bridge,
she stops and powders her nose—
first drops of spring rain.
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a heap of flowers
in shades of gold and silver—
prodigal summer
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Will I sit and wait
for the stray to come to me,
or will I trap it?
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heaven-sent moments—
a rosy glow in the west,
three crickets chiming
~~ ~~ ~~
at some lone homestead
an empty porch swing swaying
in the evening breeze
~~ ~~ ~~
Stars, come out and shine.
Kindle on us holy fire,
cover us with flame.
~~ ~~ ~~
At some lone alehouse,
men fling away their tankards,
having drunk their fill.
© 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on July 22, 2012, in haiku, senryu, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.
I love the way this collection pivots here
“Will I sit and wait
for the stray to come to me,
or will I trap it?”
and how you tied it together with the last senryu. Beautiful work.
I wonder are your little flowers ‘Bleeding hearts’ or perhaps the lure of Lily?
Nicely wordled.
Thanks for your visit… into the realm of tall secretive grasses hiding love out in the open. I can’t think of the title but some of the words to the song: “…when we walked in fields of gold…”
A delightful journey… I liked each one.
The sets are well coordinated … loved the piece
the wonderful picture of natural delights sets up a feast for the senses.
I especially like the 3rd and 6th this week.
My favorite — hanging on a gate
a spray of yellow roses
cooing to the sun …
I could see it! Such beautiful images.
I’m loving your enchanted ears.
Each and every stanza has merit on its own. Together, they weave a magical journey, each stop providing a lovely oasis to pause a moment at. Very nicely done.
Each of these is so lovely. I could picture each so easily. Very beautiful.
“In the country lanes
erotic little flowers
bloom from dawn to dusk.”
Breathtaking.
I fave the third one, but as I read on, I realise each is marvellous.
I like the one where she’s powdering her nose on the bridge.
A beautiful collection which with a little re-ordering make up a full-length and lovely poem, a day in the life of…
It was all I could do to write them—forget about re-ordering them!
MMT, another fantastic string of short and sweet. Like watching a Grand Master at work.
Stars, come out and shine.
Kindle on us holy fire,
cover us with flame.
Ah you got the begins of a great pray.
In the country lanes
erotic little flowers
bloom from dawn to dusk.
Love that one too
“Stars, come out and shine.
Kindle on us holy fire,
cover us with flame.”
My favorite of these. By far.