Saturday, July 1, 2023

July NaHaiWriMo, 30-something haiku

31. Papyrus
30. Pulp
29. Apple
28. Sugarcane
27. Hydrogen
26. Oak
25. Kenaf
24. Wheat
23. Banana
22. Oxygen


21. Rope

AT DEVIL’S GULCH

Old rope swing straddles
the summer pool—to entice
another generation.


20. Wood

HARVEST TREE

The woodpecker knocks. 
She answers the door. 
Not a soul in sight.


19. leaves

IN DEEP SUMMER 

The susurring leaves 
whispering summer secrets 
and fall platitudes.


18. Linen

THANKSGIVING

Irish linen, bright 
as sunbleached clouds draped on shrubs, 
a post-prandial nap.


17. Birch

PALEOGRAPHY 

Messages written 
on birchbark, only the wind 
will read their sorrow.


OLD FLAME

Notes scrawled on birches
with only the wind to sing 
their lovesick passion.


WINTER SOLSTICE IN THE ARCTIC CIRCLE

Soviet sauna, 
birch whips thrashed darkness from us. 
Then roll in the snow.


GLASNOST

We drink new birch beer, 
drunk on tree sap and goodwill. 
Detente and friendship.


16. Mango

ANCIENT  HAWAIIAN TERRACES

Below Merwin’s farm
Mangos rot, a cloud of fruit 
flies scribe air poems.


OLD BEDS

Mangos and taro 
line the minehune ponds.
Fish leap into air.


15. Hemp

SATURDAY NIGHT IN THE MIDWEST

Roadside ditch harvest, 
teens roll doobies from hemp leaves. 
An elusive high.


ELEVATED PROSE

She writes poetry 
on hemp paper with stoned words
seeking a new high.


FRIDAY NIGHT

At the dispensary, 
the line goes around the block, 
a gray haired party.


14. Rice

SPORTS INJURY

Rest, ice, compression 
and elevation—mantra 
of locker-room jocks.


13. Palm

HURRICANE SEASON

Symphonic music.
Palm fronds orchestrate the storm 
and bow to the beach.


AT HEMINGWAY’S PLACE IN KEY WEST

Myriad cats 
hunkered down with typewriter. 
Palms whip the windows.


IN PALM SPRINGS 

Desert fan palm seeds, 
enough to feed a village, 
none are harvested.


12. Maple

LOVE IN A TIME OF SUGAR

Maple syrup, sweet 
tears, the sorrow of old trees 
drizzled on breakfast.


SAP SEASON

Maple syrup weeps 
in the snow, sweet cones of ice 
to seduce the tongue.


11. esparto 

SUMMERTIME

Floppy summer hats, 
espadrilles, picnic baskets—
esparto grass dreams.

Esparto grass dreams—
espadrilles, picnic baskets,
floppy summer hats.


10. jute 

POST NEO-COLONIALISM

My grandmother cursed 
the Anglo-Saxons & Jutes 
when she meant England.

When I was a child, 
Cromwell was the antichrist. 
Dead 400 years.

This is how I learned 
history through her curses— 
alternate world view.


9. Bamboo

MASKED BANDIT

In bamboo forests 
pandas sumptuously dine 
on basal grasses.

Every hundred years, 
flowers bloom, then drop seed bombs,
in a mass die-off.

Picky pandas dine 
on another species 
and so, carry on.

Arrow, black, water,
yellow bamboo on the menu.
He eats shoots and leaves.


8. Flax

TRIMMING THE WIND

Blue-eyed flax opens
to a dream of linen clouds
lufting in the wind.


7. Cotton

LAMENT FOR LAKE TULARE

The Cotton King 
drained a lake because he could. 
Tears of ghost tules

rustle on old shores 
remembering the song 
of water and wind.

After a winter 
of epic rain, the lake remembers 
its old shoals and shores.


6. Carbon

DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

The earth's mantle hugs 
carbon until it implodes—
adamantine light.

DYSLEXIA

Carbon or cabrón 
a small typo butts the eye 
with horns of meaning.


5. coconut

SEYCHELLE HEARTS

Twinned heart of the sea 
coconut floats in the surf 
catching a rogue wave.


4. Yucca

FLOWERWORKS

Yucca bells explode 
against an indigo sky 
on 4th of July.


3. Reed

A CORSAGE OF STARS AT SUNSET

Reeds thread the hemline
of the lake to the silken 
prom dress of the sky.


2. Mulberry

COCOON

New mulberry leaves 
feeding silkworm hunger—
spin shrouds of rebirth.


1. Cork

THIRSTREE

Cork oaks circling 
the shoreline of Lake Merritt 
to bottle their thirst.


TOURIST TRAP

Lone bison contemplates
latest tourist victory
Settles his score card.


I just discovered this Facebook NaHaiWriMo site on July 5. Since I injured my leg June 28, it’s been hard to think about writing, but haiku is feasible. I’m posting them all as one thread, rather than individual posts.

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