Haiku bis repetita

Daily haiku practice, stretching it a bit further.


Il pleut des cordes d’eau

des cours des rivières peignent

l’herbe argenté


chouette tu cri

les notes tremblent comme pluie

sur les roseaux


fossés débordent

d’hiver coulent comme printemps

an avant-goût


rain falls in sheets

tressed water rivers comb

the silvery grass


owl you call

the notes trembling like rain

on wintry sedge


ditches flood winter

run like spring

a foretaste


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Haiku bis repetita”

      1. I love French poetry. It’s strange, the language is so rigid, but the poetry, even sticking to the rules, can be so beautiful. English lets you do very much what you like with words, but you have to be a good poet to make them into a poem.

      1. They are.
        There was a front page article in the Times today that people typing in “Super Bowl” often type “Super Owl” instead. And it was illustrated with a lovely owl photo. I’ll take birds over football any day!

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