When mornings turn cold,
every breath is evidence
that I have not - yet.

Chris Gill

Spot Haiku 22

i.
half full/half empty
hanging in the balance is
equally tiring

Ian Row

ii.
Early morning dark
It's not just the air that's hot
He sweats, moans and sleeps

Jason Rostant

iii.
Exhausted on court
the crowd willing her to win
the Aussie Open

Leah Billeam

iv.
What to Make Of It
Fuddidly Duddidly You
Always confusing

Simon Patience

v.
giving you head
don't be too pleased with yourself
something to do

Ian Row

Tai chi in the park
morning traffic rushing by
no need to compete

Jenny Morris

Friday morning: mist.
Indoors all day. Sunshine missed.
Weeks end. Darkness. Pissed.

Chris Gill

Speed Round 7

i.
crystal clear water
local pool, hardly a soul
early morning dip

Leah Billeam

ii.
there's rain on the way
mugs of cocoa, trashy books -
hibernation time!

Cathy Dineen

iii.
Dropping acid
would be simplier
on Fridays.

Karen McVean

iv.
how did we get here?
words, then war. now, an impasse
my turn to wait

Ian Row

v.
Showdown with old friend
In fact, not old and not friend
In fact not showdown

Chris Gill

Damp with morning dew,
the earth exhales a sweet scent.
But then the cat shits.

Chris Gill