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October 13, 2005

dagosan’s scrapbook — October 2005

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 10:54 pm

 


– 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




 






 


alito – 

the plaintiff’s bar

shivers

 

 

 

 

 

 


alito!

puffs from the right

huffs from the left

 

 

 

   [Oct. 31, 2005]






 

 

 

 

who are you

today?

Goth kids trick-or-treating

                     [Oct. 31, 2005]


 










 

 

 




two pirates smooch

on the overpass — 

the Pumpkin Patrol rousts them

 


[Oct. 30, 2005]


 

 

 

 

 

 

 


October 30:

two wilted pumpkins

and all the candy gone

 

  [October 29, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

her marriage?


she says

it’s fine

 

 [Oct. 27, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 








first date —

her eyes linger

on the rusted fender

 

 [Oct. 27, 2005]






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

out-patient exit —

taking home

a new sore throat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


first snow this year —

strangers in hospital gowns

talk weather

 

 

 

   [Oct. 25, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



rearview mirror–

the baby face

is gone



                          [Oct 24, 2005]



 



 

 

 

 

 

 


 

still blocking 

my river view —

a few red, stubborn leaves

 

 

[Oct. 23, 2005]



 

 

 

 

 

 


late for dinner

pasta

way past al dente

 




[Oct. 22, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

first cold morning —

river mist mixes

with car exhaust

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




 

first cold day –

the same torn finger

on last year’s glove

 

[Oct. 21, 2005]




 


 


 


 



too cold for fireflies — 


campfire sparks

float over the rocks

 


 


 


 


 


Kashmir’s children

atop the rubble

under the rubble




[Oct. 20, 2005]  

 


 


 


 











my “funeral suit”

too snug —

someday, it’ll be baggy

                           [Oct. 19, 2005]


 

 

 

 

 

running for judge —

she practices

her braille

 

                           [Oct. 18, 2005]

 


 


 


 


autumn cycle

one red and one brown

sock in the tub

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




two rainbows

in one day —

no one to tell

 

[Oct. 18, 2005]  

 


 


 


 


 




her beer breath —

tonight,

we both have headaches 

 

 

 [Oct. 17, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



class reunion –

he leaves

his toupee home 

 

 

                  [Oct. 15, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 








in the middle

of the distraction —

an interruption

 


 


 









leaf-peepers ooh and ah —

why didn’t I

bring my gloves?

 

 

 [Oct. 14, 2005]      

 


 

 

 

 

 

half a tank —

above the gas pump

Old Glory in tatters

 

        [Oct. 13, 2005, hat tip

            to elizabeth macfarland]

 


 


 


 



cold autumn rain

spotting three yellow slickers

she smiles


 

[Oct. 12, 2005]  

 


 


 


you can’t carve that!

daddy snatches

the orange bocce ball


 

[Oct. 11, 2005]  

 

 

 


 









 


Columbus Day rain  —

first cozy evening

since Spring

 

 

[Oct. 9, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





 


                               perched on

the sitting sumo’s belly —

one large pumpkin

 

 

[Oct. 8, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


one arm under the pillow

only my hand

asleep

                

 

[Oct. 7, 2005]



 

 

 

 

 







heading toward sunset —

the migrating geese

left turn

 

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 













stained glass window –

a stranger

in autumn twilight



 




 

  


 

“Historic District” sign –

textured asphalt

painted “brick red”

 


 

[Oct. 6, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

icy bridge —

grandpa says

“if you skid, pump the brakes”

 

 

[Oct. 5, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oil prices

heading skyward

the noisy geese fly south

 

 

[Oct. 4, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an autumn day

too good to waste –

the factory whistle blows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




      capsizing

tourboat –

one walker slowly sinks

 

 

 

[Oct. 3, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 






 

standing up 

book in hand —

one gull floats, flies, floats

 

 





 

 

 

 

 

used book —

someone else’s

coffee stain

 

[Oct. 2, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





no fan

for two days —

now, it’s autumn

 

 

[Oct. 1, 2005]

 

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