Tag / haiku

by Renee G Cote

Haiku: My Name is Aardvark

Aardvark, Aardvark, yes!
Aardvark, Aardvark, Aardvark, yes!
Just call me Aardvark!

I’m sick, and loopy on cold meds. That’s my only excuse.

by Renee G Cote

Haiku: Misgivings about Thanksgiving

Thanks for the smallpox.
For killing all the bison.
War, famine…murder.

Written after a strange conversation with friends about what exactly we’re “celebrating” each Thanksgiving.

by Renee G Cote

Haiku: Water Under the Bridge

I miss us sometimes.
Remembering the good times.
We had no bad times.

Written for my friend, Adam, when we were both feeling melancholy about people who’d left our lives.

by Renee G Cote

Haiku: Ghost in My Bedroom

I see you, sort of.
Billowing, fair. Even though
no air stirs your hair.

Maybe I should’ve changed the last word and made it about jellyfish since I don’t believe in ghosts. Anyway, just having fun experimenting with creating a sense of meaning inside the constraints of this form.

by Renee G Cote

Haiku, Questions for the Dinosaur on my shoulder:

Did you always have
feathers? Where did your fangs go?
Would you like some steak?

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 15, 2009

by Renee G Cote

Silence of the Lambs, Buffalo Bill’s Haiku

Man suit. Must make a
woman suit. Nice, pale skin. Do
you like this lotion?

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 15, 2009

by Renee G Cote

Haiku: Teenage Vampire vs. Werewolf – Bragging Rites

My fangs are better
than yours. Long, sharp, leave gaping
holes. In your mom’s neck.

by Renee G Cote

Zombie Haiku

Decay. Flesh, peeling.
Rot, melting. Nerves lack feeling.
Dead things. Mind, reeling.

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 5, 2009

I wrote that during a Dragon*Con 2009 panel (at the request of a panel host). I sometimes don’t get the correct number of syllables lined up, but I think it worked out this time.