Tuesday Poem: Café haiku

February 25, 2014

Umbrellas cup us
in upside down khaki
we sip browner rain

P.S. Cottier
cafe

That photograph is of the view of and from Tilley’s, which is less than a five minute walk from my house. When not trapped in the spider’s web of editing, I fly down and write there.

Here, for example, is a draft of this very poem, written at Tilley’s:

Haiku draft

I had never thought before I started writing how the ‘U’ at the beginning of umbrella looks like an umbrella blown inside out. Small step from there to coffee cup, really. (And yes, I realise that those umbrellas are not khaki! Also that ‘in upside down’ is a little clumsy. But it reminds me of a blown umbrella, somehow.)

I am longing to be back with my writing routine, away from the exigencies of editing poets’ biographical notes for The Stars Like Sand. I am not really given to minimalism in poetry, and want the time to sprawl over several stanzas. I am sure the my fellow editor Tim Jones feels the same way in regard to wanting more writing time, although he seems to be involved in a myriad of other activities as well.

For me at the moment it’s edit, gym, drink.

Interspersed with the occasional coffee.

Click this feather and see if they make good coffee in New Zealand:
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Tuesday poem: (haiku)

October 29, 2013

Germs hitch-hike
drift in pink balloons
star-man’s lungs
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Yes, I’m afraid that use of the wonderful Japanese form of the haiku in these pages (if a blog has pages) is an indication of intense busy-ness. As the anthology The Stars Like Sand: Australian Speculative Poetry demands more of my time, my poor blog has been somewhat neglected. My apologies, dear followers!

This wee SF poem thing was first published in the United States, in Scifaikuest, way back in February 2010.

Press this feather and go to New Zealand, where the hub poem is also about explorers, in a sense. And the country not known as South Canada:
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Gloves house hunger
moths make gaping mouths
finger tongues speak

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Now that’s me, begloved in gloves which never had fingers, at the launch of Poetry in ACTION yesterday, in front of my poem, ‘April mornings’. ACTION stands for ACT Internal Omnibus Network, by the way. I bet you didn’t know that! (And it just occurred to me that some readers won’t know that ACT stands for Australian Capital Territory, which was set up so that Canberra wasn’t in either New South Wales or Victoria. Most of the ACT is national park.)

If you would like to read this poem properly, along with the other nine poems selected to appear on Canberra buses, please press this link, which will take you to a page within the Arts ACT site.

You can also see the short-listed poems, and children’s poems, if you navigate from that page.

It was beyond freezing in Canberra yesterday. Note the loverly weather outside the bus window in the photograph above. It may snow at the weekend, which is positively un-Australian. Next month, though, I am having a handful of days in sunny Wellington…

Click this feather for further poetry frisson from the tropical climes of New Zealand:
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1.
Aladdin’s café
health foods, humous, saffron
Open Sesame

2.
haiku yakuza
execute punctuation!
killer formalists

3.
If poetry
is the mouth
critics pulling
are needle-mad dentists

4.
Grey ghosts of planes
winding down to Gitmo
cigar smoke blows

5.
Bonsai triffids
cut down to flowerpots
balcony stings

6.
Sun fishing
gravity snags planets
hook bites deep

7.
Manga and cartoon
smooth cheese and wasabi
spreading mayhem

P.S. Cottier

They breed like mice (dwarf, gnome, same difference…)

Now, that’s value for you!

Why not click this feather and see if any other Tuesday poet has been playing Snow White?

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The poet’s diet

January 7, 2012

Warning: this post contains improper haiku.

mangoes and vodka
occasional longish walks
haiku in no time

This rare excursion into the dubious realm of ‘lifestyle’ is presented with apologies to all haijin (which is not a cocktail). I do know that counting syllables is the devil’s pastime, but sometimes it’s so much fun.  Also with apologies to Japan, mangoes and vodka.

that's me sorted...