spring evening
squealing cats
spoil my dreams
packed ‘G
long after the goal
I hear it
fast moving clouds
a chain of handpasses ends
with a goal
the curved path
of the moon —
Fasolo from the pocket
last drinks
our last goal turns out to be
our last
filling
the half-empty stadium
final siren
half moon
the good and the bad
of defeat
another finals campaign…
some buds open
some closed
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 note that your last word ‘closed’ is past tense. Are you implying that some Pie players have not made the cut? Or are you talking about the team as a whole? Or are you going to leave it to my imagination?
a haiku master never tells Dips
dips
it’s not past tense.
back to the books mate!
hb
Let me re-phrase that: haiku masters rarely tell
The darling buds of Spring.
Buddy Holly
‘I guess it doesn’t matter any more”
HB – another superb offering. Here’s to four more instalments that hopefully describe the Pies in full flight!
HB – I accept your clip in the ear.
Grasshopper.
Thanks Bakes.
Though I would settle for three instalments.