Morning Pops

[diannet]

My Christmas present this year was the collected poems of Jack Kerouac and I have been having a wonderful time reading his work. What I have been most fascinated with was his American free syllable haiku - that he called Pops.

Here is one of his that is one of my favourites...

In the back of the supermarket,
in the parking lot weeds,
Purple flowers


And here are some of mine...

Morning Pops

In the tree
patient pigeons ignore chattering lorikeet
He flies away

Surveying his landscape
my husband
Flicks through the channels

Beneath the bird cage
cat pretends
She’s not interested

Household chef
caters for adult, child, parrot, dog and cat
They all eat and run – except the birds

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Dianne,

I'm glad you're having fun with the Father of Beat. Did he write anything about exactly what constitutes a "pop", other than just calling it a "free syllable haiku"? (I'd guess not since rules and regulations aren't very "beat").

[eiken]

Dianne,
Thank you for sharing them, beautiful, I love the purple flowers, stunning among weeds