seventeen wye river haiku philip
harvey wrote in december 2014
no haiku is solid
as the footbridge straight over the sunned river
haiku is not the
word we use to explain the moment of haiku
emptiness no word
none can describe even in a useless haiku
right now the
blue satin bowerbird collects a blue satin haiku
science rushes
through the inlet on four wheels missing bushland haiku
nothing’s more
fun than making up crazy haiku near no-one will read
the haiku of the
sink after dinner, so many unfinished thoughts
nighttime
scrabble K on triple letter score makes haiku out of ha
at night tiny
house lights shine but not one haiku forces from my mind
empty beach empty
road at sunrise on empty sea a haiku ship
light enlivens
every limit free of haiku’s fixed monotony
kookaburra
syllables name the sound as haiku frogs pobblebonk
sounds from a
passing vehicle reach the car, something like a haiku
direct contact
haiku: scribbly bark, banksia fibre, planed timber …
the haiku of sea
condensation hits windows in streaming droplets
what do cockatoos
screeching decades care for men and their haiku books?
only from lower haiku ranges may we view impassable peaks
