almost not there






autumn night
the missing parts
of our game






watching the footy
in a different time-zone
I whisper an expletive






turning leaves Swan fast becoming slow






wisps of cloud Collingwood almost not there






lingering snow
the team’s lifeblood
lies motionless






flaming red
the young maple –
new coach feels the heat






autumn haze
I vaguely remember
our last goal






heavy loss
the debris of the night
drifts from the field






after the defeat
boys in the park
reverse the result






Eddie’s sermon
on humility
– the cackle of magpies





About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.

Comments

  1. DBalassone says:

    As always, love the clarity, perfect description of the night – surely you were there – not watching overseas? You did well to whisper the expletive, rather than shout it.

    I think it’s time to move Harry O to the forward line and let him rip.

  2. Less is more. Beautiful stuff. Somehow the different perspective of loss is further sharpening your insights and expressiveness. Long may they keep coming.

  3. haiku bob says:

    very happy not to be there for this one damo!

    i find losses easier to write about peter.
    it’s been a tough couple of years!

    hb.

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