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June 11, 2005

dagosan’s scrapbook — June 2005

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 9:50 am

 


- below are haiku and senryu written by “dagosan”, this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone. most have been on the Home Page, some are outtakes and rewrites. each is a work in progress. i hope they show improvement over time and encourage others to try writing haiku -


 - click here for dagosan’s archive -


 


 


















a piroutte

in her new swimsuit –

standing ovation

 

 

 

 


the tailgater 

won’t budge –

my middle finger twitches

 

 



[June 30, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

awakened

by summer sweat –

you’re still gone



 

 

 

 

 

 

one week without

booming bass below –

the blare of “Jeopardy”


          [June 29, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 


looking

for a wedding ring –

seeing she has one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




sticky, hot and hungry:

five politicians

at my front door

 

[June 28, 2005]

 


 


 


one bee and

a gardenful of roses –

on line at the ice cream truck

 

 

[June 27, 2005]




 

 






windows open –

the neighbor’s hound pup


alone and howling

 

[June 26, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 






95 degrees

the refrigerator

sweats, too

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



perspiration rolls

across flat abs –

her innie

 

 

[June 25, 2005]

 

 

 

 


moving day –

house and kids

left behind

 

 

 

 





winding road 

under the influence 

of a strawberry moon

 

 

[June 24, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


stuck behind a school bus

two yellow jackets

hitch a ride

 

                               [June 23, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 


too much tongue

the taste

of the popsicle stick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one-minute

gully washer –

the car’s still dirty

 

 

                               [June 22, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



summer solstice:

there’s no

shady side of the street

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






trying to write

one new haiku –

a giant wasp circles my head

 

  [June 21, 2005]   



 

 

 

 

 

 


one hawk glides

over I-90 –

tires find the rumble strip

 

[June 20, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stooping to find

the dropped pill – 

the bachelor’s unwashed floor    

 

                          [June 17, 2005]     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 







forgetting the name

of the pretty one –

the tip of my tongue

 

                                [June 16, 2005]   

 






 

 

 

 

 

 


from nextdoor,

“go play outside!” –

a wasp skims our bedside lamp 

 

                                        [June 15, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



the fireflies

are no-shows –

mosquitos keep working




 [June 14, 2005]

 


the pretty girl’s

sunburnt face –

bald spot under my straw hat

 

 [June 12, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mid-river there’s

one duck quacking –

dateless saturday night

 

                 [June 12, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




flea market —

dog and master

marking territory

 

           [June 11, 2005]  

 

 

 





 

 

 

 

her perfectly-displayed

      navel*

trying not to stare

 

               [June 10, 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mid-June midnight

twenty degrees cooler

outside her house

                               [June 8, 2005]  

 

 





 


 


 


june morning

clammy pajamas

before the alarm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



june evening

the thunderstorm

cools things down


             [June 7, 2005]





 

 

 


my eyes blur –

dandelion clocks

make sidewalk clouds                

                                     [June 5, 2005]

 


 


 


moonless night 
on the river 
the Goodyear Blimp floats by


          [orig. July, 2004; edit June 5, 2005]


 


 


 


the delivery truck’s late -

hungry birds

chirping all day   

 



                      [June 3, 2005]

 

 

 

 







the screwdriver slips –

freon hissing

through freezer frost  

 



[June 2, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


surprise gifts

on a June morning –

smiles for the tardy Santa


                          [June 1, 2005]

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