I have chosen the first line, steel blue night, for my haiku. I was inspired to have a bit of fun with the haiku and so I have also written a troiku for your enjoyment...
steel blue night--
steel blue night--
meets his match
beneath the city
into the cave
the bat man returns
I hope you have enjoyed my haiku and special thanks to Chevrefeuille, the inventor of the troiku which is merely using an existing haiku as inspiration and composing three new haiku. The first line of the original becomes the first line of the new haiku, the second line of the original becomes the first line of the second new haiku, and the third line of the original becomes the first line of the third new haiku. It is really a lot of fun!!
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playing on the beach
the wave chases him
back to his mother
her notebooks full
of empty space
In the old conservatory water splashes from the top of the red brick fountain to the blue hydrangeas and white lilies below. I skip along the path in my patent leather shoes and Easter bonnet. The pink and yellow orchids tangle in Spanish moss. A cactus snakes past a saguaro and ancient pipes - hyacinths and tulips line the Palm Court. Banana plants touch the glass ceiling. The lily pond reflects a thousand panes in deep blue sky . . .
on thin ice
Susan Beth Furst
I am honored to have my haiku and haibun appear in Blithe Spirit, Volume 27, Number 3. Thank you Editor Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy, I am grateful.
I watch my dad on the sidewalk in front of the church. He gives an old man a twenty-dollar bill.
The Pastor asks him why he would give a twenty-dollar bill to an old bum. He will just spend it
on booze, he says.
Because he needs it, my dad says.
The old man takes the money from my dad’s hand, mumbles his thanks, and shuffles down the street
to the corner bar.
I stand on the steps of Mt. Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church in my blue buttoned dress and mary-janes. My father looks up and smiles. I run into the Sanctuary to save him a seat, to the pew in the back, the one we sit in every Sunday, the one with all the scratches.
for his mother
the neighbor’s bare trees
William Paul Remy August 18, 1927 – April 15, 2017
A Journal of English Senryu
Volume 2, Issue 21
the last piece of watermelon
floats in the cooler
The Heron's Nest
Volume XIX, Number 3: September 2017
For those of us that are of a certain age "falling stars" may bring to mind a certain song from times gone past. "wide-brim hat" is a childhood memory of those lazy August days, when we didn't have a care in the world. . .
wishing I had a pocket
Volume 2, Issue 20
"Do you remember Conneaut?" I asked him.
"Conneaut," he repeated, slowly.
"You know, the lake! Remember the lake, and the boat with the canopy and the benches along the side?"
"Oh, Conneaut Lake!" He laughed as he remembered. "Yes, we rode the boat into town," he said.
"And do you remember the church?" I asked. "Remember when the preacher gave an altar call and I raised my hand? And you walked me down to the front because I was afraid?"
"Yes," he smiled. "And you were the only one," he said with pride in his voice.
I asked him if he remembered the restaurant on the lake, the one that had salt shakers with rice in them; and the Indian dolls in the souvenir shop, dressed in beaded leather, with papooses on their backs. His eyes went vacant again. The moment had passed.
It was dark when we left. Snow was beginning to fall. The winter solstice was fast approaching.
long night --
casts his net
Susan Beth Furst
Presence, Issue 58, July 2017
In October of 2016 I published my first book, Humpty Dumpty Cracks and All. It was illustrated by my daughter Rachael. This was a great accomplishment for both of us. It was a blessing to work together to bring Humpty's story to life. But blessings are not always easy. I have to say that in any partnership, especially when it is with someone you love, the road can get a little rocky. But Rachael and I persevered and after much hard work, and a few firings and rehirings, we managed to publish our first book. Quite the miracle, as neither one of us knew what we were doing! I have been blogging about Humpty for quite sometime on my Facebook Page, at Susan Beth Furst Poet and Author. You can read about Humpty and our publishing journey there.
Now, I want to introduce Humpty to my beautifuldefect readers. Humpty's story is a tale of hope and redemption, a classic fairy tale. He had become complacent after sitting on his wall for so many years. As he lay cracked and broken on the ground he began to despair. A wandering knight and a drummer boy offered little in the way of help. But a series of events ensued, and Humpty found himself miraculously transformed. It is my hope that you might find yourself transformed by Humpty's story. After all it is never too late for a miracle!
in the old kitchen
the cat tiptoes