The haiku art is addictive. I've always played with haiku. but I became more serious about haiku as an art form when I saw Jane Reichhold's lovely haiku pages.
Molasses night.
The cloud of gnats rises
Above the doorway.
It's especially fun to haiku with friends. Haiku goes hand in hand
with online communication; I've seen haiku arise spontaneously in many
different online fora. Haiku can be playful or serious, light or shot
through with silken metaphor. Like a watercolor painting, haiku captures
the moment and then flits on.
Lilies of the Nile
Tilting a bit past their prime.
Green hummingbird's whir.
I composed all of the haiku in this collection, mostly as riffs
in discussions with friends online. The single haiku scattered on this
particular page were chosen for their length. The links lead to longer
haiku, lines of pebbles reaching across the water. This page is sorted
roughly by topic. The topics you'll find on this page include:
Rain-inspired haiku
Haiku from humdrum daily existence
(these are some of the best, in my opinion)
Haiku about birth, death, and other life-changing events
Playful and sarcastic haiku
Haiku inspired by religion
Romance
(too many of these end tragically.
I've also snuck a few honest-to-goodness poems in amongst the romantic haiku)
Computer-and-technology haiku.
(I've written lots of these,
but most of them don't warrant repeating.)
Nature
Five blue Steller's jays
Gather round the compost bin.
Where are those cats?
Like much else, this page is dedicated to Bonnie
Bedford. I miss her haiku as much as I miss the rest of her.
Since I first created this page in 1997, I've learned a lot about haiku. Many of the haiku on this page no longer fit my definition of haiku, nor would they be recognized as such by serious haijin. They do, however, reflect where I've been.
The background for this page is an arashi shibori pattern hand-dyed by yours truly.
a misty rain falls
on the heads of the redwoods.
rain's breath stirs the chimes.
Asphalt Glass Steams
Green Salad Days
Watching the River Rise
Dandelion Clocks
the clouds wisped away
blue sunshiney sky smiles on
unschoolers at home.
Gravity
Memories are Not Enough
Bare Feet
Brown Out
Waxing
Intrepid Toddler
Koyaanisqatsi
Butterscotch Chip Cupcakes
Real Life
soul an uncaged bird
flies high beyond western shore
rests in her own nest.
Warm Blankets
Wreaths for the Fire
Babies on Wheels
What Can You Say?
A Flower in Pain's Bouquet
Drive Carefully
Time's Veil
eyeballs rolling down
the ramp to the catapult.
breakfast? scrambled eyes.
Famous Relatives
Screwing in Lightbulbs
Daytime Curfews
Hold It Against Me
Transvestite Cues
Rain-washed songs fallen
From a redwing blackbird's beak.
Forgiveness.
Maiden, Mother, Crone
Put Down that Hammer
Behind Door Number One
Samhain Night
A pool of peach juice
Hides in the folds of the pit.
Tongue finds the secret.
Rhapsody in Grey
Tango Solitaire
Sun Grazing the Treetops
The Birch's Kiss
Lone Palm Oasis
Hand in Glove, Heart and Soul
Memories of Nina.
(WARNING: this one is a poem)
Solstice Son.
(WARNING: this one is a poem)
i can count to five,
true, but can five count to i?
for i gets zero....
loop and continue,
thou variable constant!
form follows function.
Sonata for Math and Chemistry
System Setup
Full Credit
Tick-Tock
Procrastination
leaf butterflies float
holding summer memories
in their brittle shapes.
Schizophrenic Trees?
The Burning Times
Exfoliation
Butterfly Bridges
Eastern Arrow
Alliteration
Water Falls
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