waning moon
last week it turns out
was the start of nothing
nearing winter
too soon to tell how much
we’ll lose by
Goodes juggles and weaves the rooftop moon
stars scattered
patterns forming
in how we concede goals
floodlit ‘G nothing follows up a flash of brilliance
vanilla moon
the ruckman
not yet a ruckman
flickering stars
the substitute fails to deliver
the spark
ten down in the last one lifeline shorter than the other
born ‘67
all I should have done
and said
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.
Bloody Hell, HB, I was just starting to cheer up and think of tomorrow night.
Nice.
Great work, Bob. Last year I wrote a one sentence column, this year you’ve inspired me to write a column in verse. Iambic pentameter? Yeah, why not?!