Haiku Poems for Easter

 

Easter Haiku

The Resurrection

Always working in the dark

Visible this April.

BC April 12, 2022

Skunk Cabbage Haiku

Skunk cabbage emerges

From the mud, sort of like us–

Sign of our Rising.

BC April 12, 2022

After composing this poem, I thought of a new clinching line: Rising from the Slime.

Below, a short video of Ëaster Haiku.

Full August Moon Over Geauga--Haiku Poem

Full August Moon Over Geauga (Haiku)

Yes, You are the Moon,

And I am a Lunatic--

This sweet summer night.

[Bob Coughlin / August 10, 2014]

Haiku in Three Languages (English, Irish, German)

Dream Haiku in Three Languages (English, Irish, German)

early morning haiku

hand draped over my breast--

peace, contentment in my bones

sleep sweet this morning

Aisling Mhilis (Haiku in Irish)

do lámh ar mo bhrollach,

sonas i mo chnámha--

            codail go socair ar maidin

In der Frueh (Haiku)

dein Hand auf meinem Brust

Zufreiden tief in Beinen--

Schlaf suess im stillen Frueh

Some Haiku Poems for Winter

Some Winter Haikus for My Mom (and One for Linda)

 Written January 23, 2014

Haiku is a Japanese form that normally has 3 lines, with 5 syllables in line 1, 7 in line 2, and 5 in line 3. These poems usually have vivid sense imagery.

Snow Days

Grim driving to work.

Snow and ice bring frowns (and smiles,

Recalling childhood).

                                   

January 1959

Icy Zeman Ave.

We grab car bumpers—great ride!

Hope Mom doesn’t find out!

Snowball

Denny flings snowball

At the Euclid Bus—breaks window.

Run boys—we’re in big trouble!

Mom in Winter 1959

Brings her red-faced boys

Steaming hot chocolate. She knows

We’ve been up to mischief—and laughs!

                       

And a haiku for Linda:

Surprise

Crocus pushing through

The snow.  First love blooming now,

     So unexpected!

Two Haiku for the Coming of Autumn

Summer's End--Haiku

This wild lake whipping
Waves into a foamy froth--

Fall descends on Cleveland.


October on Lake Erie--Haiku

Wind roils the wild lake
Gales blow from the west to east--

My soul is swept clean.

[Haiku often have three lines with syllable counts of 5-7-5 approximately. They usually present vivid sense images and a seasonal word or phrase. Often the poem is cut into 2 parts, a kind of juxtaposition. Sometimes at the end there is a sudden insight or epiphany. Haiku are really fun to write.]

Poems for Autumn

Changes ( haiku)

Sugar maple leaves
Are falling orange against black

Monarchs heading south.

(Linda & Bob Coughlin)


Haiku for Jake-the-Beagle

Snowy mud on boots
I dig your grave, poor dog,
And think of my own.

(Bob Coughlin
October 24, 2006)


October in Willoughby, 1958

the two sugar maples
glisten in the crisp pure sunlight

efflorescence of yellow, orange, red
against the cloudless blue sky:
Hayes Avenue looks like heaven

Grampa rakes the leaves into a grand pile:
Denny, Mary Ellen, Bobby play king of the hill,
somersault, stuff leaves into flannel shirts

the radio is omnipresent
blaring out the Browns struggle against the Giants,
Jimmy Brown against Sam Huff

Grampa lights the pile of leaves,
a fragrance that will linger in memory
until death

Gramma calls out for dinner:
roast beef, mashed potatoes, green peas

again

(Bob Coughlin
October 18, 1991)

Photo above shows Carolan on the Yellowstone or Missouri River in Montana in the Fall of 2007.