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 peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.


  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!


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