hawks glide
casting shadows
across the ‘G
bright winter sun –
more than daylight
between the two teams
static forward line winter stillness
ice cold hands
even in the sunshine –
the slumping star
for a moment
nothing
but Rioli
heavy defeat looms my life too lacks direction
packed ‘G
again filled
with emptiness
About rob scott
Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
Christ, that’s EXACTLY how I saw it.
I just couldn’t express it so beautifully.
But aren’t lives that lack direction only one win away from being back on track?
that might be true MOC, but if continually bombing the ball into a dysfunctional and semi-interested forward line results in a win this week, my life will lack something else, enchantment perhaps.
thanks for your comments.