Dreamtime – end to end Leon poking holes in the rolling zone real-time TV Pendlebury spots targets out of picture Anthony shoots – the moon post-high Indian summer we suddenly kick it to the hot spots [Read more]
AFL Round 8: (FPS) Haiku Bob – gathering gloom
May 18, 2009 by Leave a Comment
gathering gloom before and after defeat piles of dead leaves colour my thoughts old rivals enter the fray – dark clouds all our perfect passes during the warm up leaves twist and turn we fall under Judd’s spell drifting clouds Anthony pulls another shot for goal dappled light all our short passes too short autumn [Read more]
FPS: bottom falls off by Haiku Bob
May 13, 2009 by Leave a Comment
bottom falls off more than once this love has pushed me into misery monday night football white collared footy jumpers brittle night the bottom falls off our game plan the moon outside many of our kicks go [Read more]
Thin white moon
May 4, 2009 by Leave a Comment
by Haiku Bob Fraser’s stoop the long curve of the thin white moon crisp autumn night Pendlebury sticks his little gives leafless trees Lockyer finds himself loose rolling zone the crumb gatherer wheels right and bends [Read more]
Round 5 – The Middle Distance
April 28, 2009 by 3 Comments
by Haiku Bob round 5 – the middle distance Anzac Day defeat staring into the middle distance cold snap the empty space where our ruckman used to be swirling breeze Pendlebury splits the pack with a fake [Read more]
Round 4 haiku: reeling them in
April 21, 2009 by Leave a Comment
distant thunder Rocca lugs his thighs to the square * * rain soaked shoes while they dry abusing the umps! * * half moon our defence also sliced in half * * between scudding clouds the moon and Pendlebury * * half-time cigarette a long sigh joins the leaden sky * * after heavy rain [Read more]
Rotting Leaves by Haiku Bob – Round 3
April 15, 2009 by 1 Comment
40 point turnaround – in good times and bad we are gathered here balmy night Cox effortlessly runs too far haiku bobRob 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.
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