Senryu (Haiku) For Duffers Poem by Eddie Roa

With a graceful swing
My pitching wedge struck the ball
Fell short of the hole

Fore! called the golfer
Atop the seventh tee mound
Splash! replied the lake

It was just two feet
But my buddy didn’t say “take”
Ooh, the ball lipped out

A butterfly looks nice
But not on the driver’s mound
Use your “mulligan”

Long putt’s a challenge
Two to three breaks from the hole
Glory to God it’s in!

Tee mound dilemma
Wind, club and stance decisions
Then swing hard and firm

Anna, the golf widow
Cold husband always away
Sold “irons” in bazaar

Birdies have no plumes
Bogey is not an ogre
Albatross, not cursed

An eagle soars high
So is the spirit of one
Who makes it happen












Duffer’s blessed round
Short par threes, also, even grass
And smart caddy tips

Fairways are real cool
Despite the noonday sun
After acing one

Greens are perplexing
Slow, fast, break left or right
Blasted hole so small

Sands are relaxing
On a balmy seashore spot
It stinks in the links

What could be worse than
Triple bogey on par three
A missed short birdie

Golf helps your language
With each errant stroke you mouth
Expletives galore

Oh, Tiger, Tiger
Ball burning bright, a meteor
In dazzling flight

A friend is remiss
When like a ball who’s just around
Refuse to dropp in

You are out of bounds
Said the pert lady caddy
At his naughty pitch