Senryu: According to Merriam-Webster, “a 3-line unrhymed Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku but treating human nature usually in an ironic or satiric vein.”
Haiku
Goodbye to brown hills,
trees who scrubbed the spring blue sky
bristled like hedgehogs.
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Senryu
There are things I’ll miss:
Burping contests at dinner
isn’t one of them.
City street at dusk
Eyes closed, she holds her sleeping
daughter in her arms.
Through the rain, I pray,
mother to mother, to ease
the long, cranky night ahead.
Some days the world sighs
like a mom sick of questions
I can’t stop asking.
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I count calories
to distract myself from counting
dollars or mistakes.
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
