Haiku gifts

Owen Bullock

drinking flowers
in the middle of self-loathing poppy scent
shouting from the water water lily
at the door
he gives me money for the kids
I shant miss it
54 – my first time
singing a love song
to myself
walking with a bit of a swagger
meditation –
whatever’s going on
you listen
morning after lockdown
the lake bathed
in short-sighted fog
picking a vetch flower thankyou sweet scent
the fiddler’s left hand
bridge to that
other world
on the way to kindergarten
the little girl stops to wave
to the magpie
native grasses
fallen leaves
across the pond
legs inverted, bouncing
through water
your blue veins
just like mine,
closing my eyes
dreaming of daffodil
the river
here and
in the lake
the silvered light –
everything’s alright now, father
covid walk
a masked mum singing Yellow Submarine
to the cradled
spring rains
my red red soup
everywhere these riches
leaf coins

Owen Bullock has published poetry, haiku, tanka and fiction; most recently, Uma rocha enorme que anda à roda (A big rock that turns around), translations of tanka into Portuguese by Francisco Carvalho (Temas Originais, 2021); Summer Haiku (Recent Work Press, 2019) and Work & Play (Recent Work Press, 2017). He teaches Creative Writing at the University of Canberra. He has a website for his research: https://poetry-in-process.com/ @OwenTrail @ProcessPoetry 



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