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September 10, 2005

dagosan’s scrapbook — September 2005

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 1:05 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 index


 


 










fine print on her t-shirt –

she glares at me

for squinting

 

[Sept. 30, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

autumn crosswalk         

leaves and a garbage can

hurry past

 



[Sept. 29, 2005]

 


 


 


 


 


 









for two weeks,

one lone duck at the river–

death or divorce?

 

 

                          [Sept. 28, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 


three-years’ worth

of cobwebs — first,

he dusts off the Swiffer

 

 

                  [Sept. 27, 2005]

 


 


 


 





“can I ask you a question?”

“you just did” –

the law student ducks

 

 

              [Sept. 27, 2005]

 









 



not quite October:

holly wreaths fill 

the sweet corn bins


              [Sept. 26, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 


“they change color and fall off”

the grandkid explains

leaves and hairs

 

 

                   [Sept. 25, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riverside Faire

one white balloon

floats past two brown ducks

 

 

[Sept. 24, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


another 

big hurricane  –

holding my breath

 



                          [Sept. 23, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 



“duck pond” 

the geese gang

have the most turf

                                  [Sept. 22, 2005]  








 

 

 

 

 

first day of fall

     pumpkin pie

           from scratch

 

 

 

 





autumn equinox–

biting into

the last moon cake

 

 

 

 

autumn equinox —

awaking to

summer’s last cricket

 

 

[Sept. 21, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

five crew sculls

dance with the sun —

the duck never looks up


 

[Sept. 21, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



scraping and scraping

his shoe —

curses for a nameless cur

 

 

 

 

the rose garden past its peak —

bending to sniff,

his bald spot shows

 

 

[Sept. 19, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


city street corner –

the cricket, and I

and the harvest moon

 

[Sept. 18, 2005]

 

 

 

 


three-headed stranger  –

on his shoulders a pumpkin

and a harvest moon 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

double-dribble —

harvest moon hanging

on the rim

 

 

 

 

 

 

harvest moon tonight  —

the hostess stares

at the cloud cover 

 

 

 

 

 

 

throwing stones at the

full orange moon —

the river recomposes

 

 

 

 

 






a nightlight

for our Gulf Coast friends —

Harvest Moon 2005

 

 

 

 


night game —

bocce balls kissing

the harvest moon

 

 

[Sept. 17, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

bocce party tonight —


first, a round of

pooper scooping

 

 

[Sept. 16, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a crack of lightning —

a dash

to unplug the computer

 

[Sept. 15, 2005]

 

 

 









two-thirds      

of a harvest moon –

called out stealing home

 

[Sept. 14, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


H-O-R-S-E!

the ten-year-old

lets dad win

 

                          [Sept. 13, 2005]






 

 

 

long red light–

she dusts

the dashboard

 

 

[Sept. 11, 2005]







 


outdoor art show —

watching the people

and the river

 

 

 

 





on display:

her paintings

and her navel

 [Sept. 10, 2005]

 

 

 

 

outdoor art show —

three agnostics pray

the rain will stop 

 

 

 

                  [Sept. 9, 2005]

 


 


migraine —

blue sky

behind closed blinds

 

 

                  [Sept. 8, 2005]






 

 

 

 

 

 

new kindergarten class  —

hiccupping sobs

from several moms

 

                [Sept. 7, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 


waking up from Labor Day–

the birdsong and breezes

of Spring

 

 

                          [Sept. 6, 2005]

 


 


law office picnic —

the ump consults

his Blackberry

 

                          [Sept. 5, 2005]

 


lazy slugs —

one in the hammock

watching one on the ground

 

                            [Sept. 3, 2005]

 


 


 




after Hurricane Kristina:


 



waving from rooftops —

another party

in the French Quarter?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Labor Day cookout:

no one brought

the hotdogs

 

 

 

 

 

convention center —

potty parity

in New Orleans


 

 

 

 

treading water:

“keep your chin up”

he says

 

 

 

[Sept. 2, 2005]

 


 


 


green lawn under blue sky —

behind closed eyelids

a blood-red ocean


[Sept. 1, 2005]

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