It’s still summer holidays in Sweden and Haiku Bob has been whiling away the days in the Stockholm archipelago which, along with the 5.10 am kick-off (!), has crept its way into some of this week’s haiku….
Three straight defeats and nobody up forward “except bloody Jesse White”… the rains are falling on Haiku Bob’s Magpies.
Haiku Bob’s meditation on Phil Walsh and Collingwood’s mighty effort against Hawthorn. Two events not mutually exclusive.
Haiku Bob’s response to a tight contest in Perth.
The moments when silence says it all: Haiku Bob on the lengthening winter shadows that oversee a Collingwood victory.
Weather. Pies. Dane Swan. Victory.
What a difference a week makes: “10 goals up/We start talking again/About the future.”
That Confucius of Concision is at it again, this time from international Krakow.
Haiku Bob muses on Collingwood’s fall from grace against the Cats.
Haiku Bob tells the story of Carlton’s loss to Collingwood in – not surprisingly – Haiku.
“Drop punt goes as far/As the sky”. The Master of Concision, Haiku Bob, makes a welcome return with his unique take on the big ANZAC Day clash.
Haiku Bob is back with his poetic take on Collingwood’s loss to the Crows. The ghost of Daicos would have been handy roaming the half forward flank….
When too much haiku is never enough, its the Grand Final haiku-athon. When haikusters (haikuers?-Ed) from around the globe gather to celebrate the power of big meanings in small verses.
Rob Scott writes in from the Last Haiku Saloon where spring refuses to bloom for his Magpies this season.
Haiku Bob is (pleasantly) surprised to find himself penning a winning Haiku for his Magpies in the wet in Sydney.
Clocks, petals, a door. Haiku Bob tries to make sense of another Collingwood loss.
Haiku Bob gazes upon a Super Moon, and a Magpie loss.
Haiku Bob finds some late winter sun as his Magpies eke out a hard fought win.
Dead branches, ice, clouds – Haiku Bob knows a slump when he sees one.