melting moments

Greer introduced me to Haiku years ago, when we were sharing a shabby, happy flat in Elizabeth Bay. My favourite Haiku poem has stayed with me for all those years, although as I recall it, it doesn't fit the traditional syllabic structure. Perhaps its the more contemporary freeform version;

Now you decided

That you don't want my love

What am I to do with it

Here goes my Haiku week:

Wednesday

Oh you damn bull frogs

That keep me awake at night

Is that really your name

Thursday

Late night TV news

Presenter preserved by makeup

The stories are grim

Friday

This plump glass of wine

Is so red it's almost black

Now so are my lips

Saturday

Gentle waves lap

Hot sand sautes its bodies

Brown man in a thong

Sunday

Microwave popcorn

A modern phenomena

Oh damn that first one

Monday

Little visiting cat

Chasing the summer moths

Get off my flyscreen

Tuesday

The ferry pulls in

We wait for the bump and squeeze

Where tyres come to die