the flame of haiku
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A fine collection of Haiku {Japanese short form poetry} from the pen of new Irish writer John{Jack}Byrne.........painting a big picture with so few wordsTRANSCRIPT
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beach stroll__a swimmer dives intothe sun
favourite chair__filling my indentthe old cat
bus-ride__same seatdifferent bald patch
spring morning__a river swimI float through clouds
spring shower__his grave soilrenewed
dog barking__my neighbour’s dog barkshis neighbour’s dog barks
garden shed__on the shelvesjars of sunshine
night thunder__my indecisive security light
late spring__lodgers in my evesfeed their young
beach walk__ebb tide stealseach footprint
moonless night__only the owlgives a hoot
dawn fog__the mountainpeeps at the sun
Connemara sunset__my lovers red hair
Spring moon__the warmthof her lips
dense fog_alzheimer’s wardcarrying forget me nots
grey skies__bewitched byher blue eyes
our passion spentthe smell of sulphurnight thunder__
meadow breeze__high above a lark’s warning
dead calm__little terndives into himself
old photo__grandfatherwith my nose
dawn thunder__even the birdsare silent
mime artiste__frozenthis little egret
dawn chorus__a woodpigeonsings base
wind chimes__all the rightnotes
Spring fishing__in the angler’s netthe water he caught
bitter night__the cat and Istaring at the flames
starless night__in the blacknessthe cat disappears
distant horizon__snow cloudsgather in silence
night stars__my chimney holdsthe big dipper
dawn fog__the mountain’swhite beard
village café__sharing my lunchthis mallard
train journey____also going to Londonthis fly
ferry stern___slowly disappearingWales
star filled night___I look up for someone looking
austerity__losing our housesthe swallows and me
a lawn of buttercups___my signal to mow
stormy sea___the same furyour last argument
Spring shower___a fragmented sunflows under the bridge
shore fishing__without remorseI bait the hook
harbour ___a cormorantdefies the wind
old ruin__buddleiawaves from the lounge
naptime__the old cata perfect circle
deep winter__a vole and Ishare the wardrobe
haiku reading__in the silence Grandfather’s tick-tock
autumn silence__longing for a blackbird’s lament
mid spring night__the same milky way
autumn wind__exhausted treesshed their waste
fledging blackbird__the magpiebecomes the hunted
red tail kite__his circlinghigher
house gable__the snailalmost at the summit
offshore__no cupid’s arrowthis gannet’s dive
Blaskets__from the mistthe cry of kittiwakes
Brandon mountain__how they embellish herthese sheep
Muckross house__on every wallwindow’s to the past
forest stroll__all this lifeyet so peaceful
late spring__summer dropsthe odd hint
summer winds__launching for renewalthistle seed
deck chair__full with the coloursof autumn
leafy lane__I stroll throughthe death of summer
spring evening__in the graveyardwhere all things end
John {Jack} Byrne is an new Irish writer of poetry and short stories with particular interest in the Japanese short form poetry, such as haiku/tanka haibun etc, and is a native of Wicklow Ireland.