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Haiku for 2025 [No 42. Haiku as Gaeilge]

The syllable count should be 5 / 7 / 5…… I think it’s ok.

The Irish word for November is Samhain, which changes its form below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dóchas ní Fuath!

Tá scamaill dhubha sa spéir

tús mhí na Samhna.

Rough translation:

Hope not Hate!

There are dark clouds in the sky

the start of November (Samhain)

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Domhnaigh, an dar...

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Sifting Sands

hungry hourglass happens
human helplessness--
humanity hastes, hangs, hovering
between bottomless boundaries
bouncing, bobbing buoyantly
but back below
sands sift with shifting sorrows-
sunsets sink senile-- so,
how do hating humans have hope?
temporal time turns turnips into topsoil--
topsoil into tar-pits,
a tale that is told
by battling bugs boasting
of being bold beings
above & b...

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Swayed On The Knife Edge

I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience 
I blew her my love and fell to sleep

as father turned on son

as daughter turned on mother

as neighbour turned on neighbour

as she fell

Rule Britannia?  

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