The Flame of Haiku

A Collection of Haiku Poems

By

John { Jack] Byrne

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beach stroll__a swimmer dives intothe sun

favourite chair__filling my indentthe old cat

bus-ride__same seatdifferent bald patch

spring morning__a river swimI float through clouds

spring shower__his grave soilrenewed

dog barking__my neighbour’s dog barkshis neighbour’s dog barks

garden shed__on the shelvesjars of sunshine

night thunder__my indecisive security light

late spring__lodgers in my evesfeed their young

beach walk__ebb tide stealseach footprint

moonless night__only the owlgives a hoot

dawn fog__the mountainpeeps at the sun

Connemara sunset__my lovers red hair

Spring moon__the warmthof her lips

dense fog_alzheimer’s wardcarrying forget me nots

grey skies__bewitched byher blue eyes

our passion spentthe smell of sulphurnight thunder__

meadow breeze__high above a lark’s warning

dead calm__little terndives into himself

old photo__grandfatherwith my nose

dawn thunder__even the birdsare silent

mime artiste__frozenthis little egret

dawn chorus__a woodpigeonsings base

wind chimes__all the rightnotes

Spring fishing__in the angler’s netthe water he caught

bitter night__the cat and Istaring at the flames

starless night__in the blacknessthe cat disappears

distant horizon__snow cloudsgather in silence

night stars__my chimney holdsthe big dipper

dawn fog__the mountain’swhite beard

village café__sharing my lunchthis mallard

train journey____also going to Londonthis fly

ferry stern___slowly disappearingWales

star filled night___I look up for someone looking

austerity__losing our housesthe swallows and me

a lawn of buttercups___my signal to mow

stormy sea___the same furyour last argument

Spring shower___a fragmented sunflows under the bridge

shore fishing__without remorseI bait the hook

harbour ___a cormorantdefies the wind

old ruin__buddleiawaves from the lounge

naptime__the old cata perfect circle

deep winter__a vole and Ishare the wardrobe

haiku reading__in the silence Grandfather’s tick-tock

autumn silence__longing for a blackbird’s lament

mid spring night__the same milky way

autumn wind__exhausted treesshed their waste

fledging blackbird__the magpiebecomes the hunted

red tail kite__his circlinghigher

house gable__the snailalmost at the summit

offshore__no cupid’s arrowthis gannet’s dive

Blaskets__from the mistthe cry of kittiwakes

Brandon mountain__how they embellish herthese sheep

Muckross house__on every wallwindow’s to the past

forest stroll__all this lifeyet so peaceful

late spring__summer dropsthe odd hint

summer winds__launching for renewalthistle seed

deck chair__full with the coloursof autumn

leafy lane__I stroll throughthe death of summer

spring evening__in the graveyardwhere all things end

John {Jack} Byrne is an new Irish writer of poetry and short stories with particular interest in the Japanese short form poetry, such as haiku/tanka haibun etc, and is a native of Wicklow Ireland.