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November 17, 2005

dagosan’s scrapbook — November 2005

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 6:49 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




 

 

 

 





men washing dishes –

an early alarm

ends her Thanksgiving dream

 

               [Nov. 24, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 


first snow —

an entire city

learning to drive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanksgiving snow storm –

a seatbelt protects each 

steaming pie

 

 

[Nov. 23, 2005]



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


a wintry mix

at the bedroom window

big wet ones

 

 

[Nov. 22, 2005]    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





home for Thanksgiving —

in my old bed

in the guest room

 

[Nov. 21, 2005]

 

 

 

 



 

 


smells like Thanksgiving —

two dads smoke cigars

behind the garage

 

 

            [Nov. 20, 2005]





 

 

 

 

 


 

full morning moon —

the working girl’s

gauzy blouse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




Thanksgiving rush —

not as late

as that flock of geese

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


typo?

her lawyer listed

under “Martial Law”

 

 

 

 [Nov. 19, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


casual Friday

the senior partner

unbuttons his vest

 

    [Nov. 18, 2005]






 

 

 

 

 


   

Indian Summer —

a squirrel tips over 

the bag of rock salt


[Nov. 16, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 


she’ll never

own a cell phone!

she borrows mine

 

 

       [Nov. 15, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 



gone a week —

only the librarian

says “i missed you”

 

   [Nov. 15, 2005]

 







 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

heading home —  

one hawk

floats over the Beltway

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




entering New York:

another autumn hill

turns my head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from daylight to dark —

a full moon

out my windshield

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






gone a week —

quick peek to see

the river’s still there

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unloading the car —

the moon

followed me home

 

 



 [Nov. 14, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




a lovely river

but not

my river

 

 

[Nov. 12, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the elm died

and the tulip tree grew —

between visits

 

 

 

              [Nov. 11, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“you look so good” 

on their counter, too,

Metamucil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






nearly-full moon

the walk to the market 

got a lot steeper

 


 

[Nov. 9, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






mid-argument

the senior partner

has a senior minute

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




mid-argument –

opposing counsel crosses

her legs

 

[Nov. 9, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

autumn highway —

distracted by

past-peak beauty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 






back in town —

three wrong turns

in a row

 

[Nov. 8, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


mapping

a once-familiar route —

they’ve never seen my baldspot 




                  [Nov. 7, 2005]  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Guy Fawkes Night —

treacle better taste better

than it sounds

 

      [Nov. 6, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 









same moon

same clock tower –

“wow”

 


                     [Nov. 5, 2005]

 

 

 

 

 

bad news

from the doctor —

voices through the wall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Day of the Dead —

the anorexic

looks envious

[Nov. 4, 2005]


 


 


 


 








autumn wedding

sweeping up brown and yellow

rice

 

[Nov. 3, 2005]

 



special delivery –

a smile from

the pregnant mailman

 

 

                             [Nov. 2, 2005]









 

 

 

 

just enough:

one wheelbarrow

two sisters, three pumpkins


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


November 1st —

All Sales Day

in the candy aisle

 

 

 

 

 

 



under her sheet –

the sleepy ghost

hides a Snickers bar

 

 

    [Nov. 1, 2005]

 

 

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