Haiku

matthewjrichardson Poetry Sep 12, 2018 1 Minute

The grass has been needing mown for a while now. Over the weekend it was (thankfully) raining, so I decided to haiku my way out of a chore…

Untamed grass sprouts long.

Borders burst under brute green.

Roots clasp strangled stones.

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PhD student and short story author. Published in Gold Dust, Literally Stories, Near to the Knuckle, Soft Cartel, Penny Shorts, and Shooter. View all posts by matthewjrichardson

Published Sep 12, 2018

5 thoughts on “Haiku”

Tandi Tales says:

Sep 13, 2018 at 12:49 am

I like your new verb.
I will haiku from now on,
to procrastinate.

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rothpoetry says:

Jan 28, 2019 at 2:39 pm

Love the last line…. Roots clasp strangled stones!

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1. matthewjrichardson says:
  
  Jan 28, 2019 at 9:41 pm
  
  Thanks so much! Very much appreciated!
  
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Nadine says:

Feb 12, 2019 at 9:13 pm

“Borders burst under brute green.” beautiful! I also love that photo…. the grass is like a mist around those beautiful mushrooms. And I too love this idea of “haikuing” one’s way out of chores… definitely gonna use that. 😆

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1. matthewjrichardson says:
  
  Feb 12, 2019 at 10:29 pm
  
  Thanks Nadine. It’s a technique I use surprisingly often now!
  
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