one cloud
blocks out the sun –
but no tag on Ablett
expansion team –
the unfamiliar faces
in the crowd
sun sets Cloke stabs at it
floodlit field
the marquee player
starts to take effect
setting sun
half in the clouds –
Elliot’s screamer
the curve of the moon
Ablett bends one
back
dead leaves
a pile forms
deep into time-on
different time-zone
we come up
one goal short
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.
HB – I am increasingly in love with the haiku. It seems like a form of repeated distillation, to reduce something to its essence and thereby increase its intensity.
Love it. They’re better when you lose. More reflective.
HB,
I agree with PB and he put it far better than I could.
Terrific.
PJF
PS I’ve gone mad with Spotify.
Thanks PB/PJF
There seems to be a general consensus that the haiku ‘comes out better’ after a loss.
I tend to agree, but I’m starting to wonder…
Perhaps this is due to the reader’s natural empathy after a loss (obviously I’m talking about Collingwood supporters here!). A sort of desire to include themselves in the suffering, to feel connected to the team, connected to the fight, the struggle, the loss….
(I’ve been to a funeral today, which has possibly washed over my thoughts…)
Get around Spotify PJF.
HB.
HB,
When I say mad on Spotify, I’ve downloaded a heap of Stones albums and just lovin it. I’m the King Bee baby etc!
So much so I’ve forgotten about artificial constructs.
Cheers,
The bloke who runs the local Systembolaget.