imaginationI saw an afternoon sky
mottled blue drinks white
world in chaos
imagination
I saw an afternoon sky
mottled blue drinks white
The poet comments, "Yesterday I was hit by a car while out on my bicycle. Those that witnessed the accident said that I should be dead, and I tend to agree. But I had someone on my side....."
The poet comments, "Have a feeling for the homeless, hope this haiku passes that concern around. "
The stairs Cascading
Marbled waterfalls where you
Stand so elegant
She rides the canyon
From dawning to dusk, spellbound
The sabertooth child
Moments are magic
Silence whispers here
The poet comments, "This is one of my best haiku in the classical tradition. I experienced it."
another spring comes
and I see apple blossoms
lovely as ever
robin on her nest
four blue eggs as lovely and
as dear as jewels
ebon starry night
sounds; surreal, so real
beauty of the beasts
Gold in the rivulets
Silver found in the black hills
Baubles for the ears
Whippoorwills singing
Rivers flowing endlessly
A touch of nature
Blue sky so high
Setting sun so very low
Meeting together
she returns to him
That person she doesn't love
The one she wishes she did
Hear the spring peepers
She is lying with another
Winter is coming
Forget her they say
The flowers are all blooming
But so does my love
Sunshine, summer breeze
Glowing in her pajamas
I felt my heart break
Winter chill, train tracks
She kissed me, for forever
My life has changed
My semen on her
She rubs it into her skin
Will something grow now?
I had thought this spring
She and I, growing, learning
Would start our journey
In spring life returns
Flowers bloom, lovers embrace
But not her and I
The poet comments, "I never wrote haiku before tonight, as is probably apparent!"
Welcome to our world!
The poet comments, "In defense of Lt. Flinn. . . In defiance to the macho military. . ."
We turn from darkness
Denying winter exists
Spring goes unnoticed
Sunshine through raindrops
Peach orchards in full blossom
Catches a child's smile
Silent and gentle
The poet comments, "This haiku contains the Essence of what I was trying to say; a third line (such as THIS one!) would be superfluous.
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The poet comments, "Written on a recent visit to Mexico. Crepe-paper flowers at a 5-star hotel at a window looking over a great view. Only in Mexico! But somehow, it adds to the charm."
A long string of gulls:
an invisible tether
holds them together.
The poet comments, "Also from Mexico."
Nothing will succeed
Like a bird without a beak
Get it? Ha ha ha!
Toast Point doesn't, quite, but suspects it's British slang.
The poet comments, "Oh to be a dog sometimes..."
my little girl's hands
reaching up for me to hold
delicate flowers
Toast Point is assuming that the second haiku is not a continuation of the first...
headlights reflect snow
falling like shooting stars
against the night sky
a scary monster
lurking in the dark closet
it's only Elmo
with sweet caresses,
The poet comments, "How to you judge these?"
The Sage responds, "Read the haiku greeting page for a long-winded explanation."
Why must my life be
cruising life's highway
careening all the way down
crash into my gut
Fragile, transparentThe poet comments, "I live in Hawaii and enjoy writing Haiku while walking on the beach"
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Check out Victoria...'s haiku on the same theme from August, 1995
small attention span
haiku fits nicely inside
lack concentration
don't "sonnet" me, I'm
a believer in haiku
they say more with less
Standing in the rain
I also am lost
So, so difficult dear friends
This old conundrum
Paradoxical
Phantasmagoriacal
Serendipitious!
The smoke slowly clearedThe poet comments, "Let us remember what has been forgotten, and forget what is known. We can only learn as much as we are willing to learn. Let us, in memory of those both blue and gray, not forget them. Can time truly heal all wounds? Then why does the ground still bleed? "
A winter morning's
Sunshine required shadows
To scatter the snow.
Change can be startling
As truth begins to unfold
Search for happiness
Last leaf of Autumn
Afraid of letting go like me
Freedom is scary.
The mountain screamed rape
The poet comments, "I wrote this while sitting in a cafe watching a fly stalk my bagel. The last line, on reflection, seems familiar to me. I've hunted through many books of haiku, Hass' essential, lots of Basho, and I can't find it. Does anyone recognize it?"
the earth worm moves as
two thoughts in one direction
I lead I f o l l o w
The poet comments, "WCW said it best - no ideas but in things"
Toast Point needs to consult his HTML guides to figure out how to display the word "follow" above as the poet wrote it - apologies.
It's Spring's first full moon
Two toothless oldies
Spring's passed them by this year
Their laughter scares me.
A lovely gesture
Seawards, sky bosomed
A trajectory of suns
Burns through my old skies
All but you remains
The maying crowd disappears
Chasing the solstice
Portraying false things
Deceptively coming near
Love's lies continue
Floating softly through
Effortless natural high
Skiing transcends all
I was moved when,
She had smiled, didn't know she smiled,
At anything that moved.
robin's-egg blue skies
trees loaded with cotton balls
heaven's "open" signs
a haiku for you
where's my kitten, toys
comics, cartoons, bubble gum
childhood innocence?
My eyes are sleepy
I close them slow, peacefully
My spirit flies away
Dog Day afternoon
Dragonflies mime the Rainbow Dance
Sacred silence sings
Pale cactus flower
One-night stand, you've healed my soul
Thank you, Desert Queen!
There in ocean mists
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Where is thy great God?
He is nowhere to be found.
The sky crashes down.
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ocean sucks at sand
and pond laps the pebbly shore
crabs mate in moonlight
Fragile May apple
Tears of heaven fall
Loss mirrored in storm-wracked skies
The world grieves with me
The poet comments, "The high path is always hardest to walk..."
My love blooms for youThe poet comments, "This is a haiku I wrote for a valentine in my creative writing class at Hampton-Dumont High School in Hampton, Iowa. I knew about Haikus, but never really tried writing one. I was kind of pleased on how this turned out. "
It is a nice dayThe poet comments, "Is it O.K. including that it was written by a child?"
The Sage grins and assures the child that it is fine.
great great grandmother
Hoping to appear
wake up, remember
leave the shades open
fall asleep watching the stars
wake up to sunshine
a beautiful voice
reading out loud--I listen
fall asleep again
Feathers float to earth
old deserted house
stands alone, passing through time
then gone. nothing left
green glacial valley
snow capped Alps, Tirol village
place my folks called home
My nasturtiums climb
Red and yellow explosions
On fig-cloaked walls
on opening you
hum, half dreaming to the sound
of the music box
kiss her and sit up
wake up and reach out
the form of a young woman
is no longer there
The golden leaves fly
white snow on green bows
freezing the river's dancing
sleep and dream of spring
First show of blossoms
reaching for the sun and sky
spring comes skipping in
Sun shine over all
bath us in golden splendor
as summer frolics
The poet comments, "Thank you, Toast Point, for the star you so graciously bestowed upon my last haiku, in April. This month's haiku is for you. *sending smiles to brighten your day.*"
Toast Point is touched, and you're welcome!
She comes with thunder
showering all living things
her rain is quite warm
corners of sheets pop
off in the hush, inviting
rumpled dreams to whisper
Please, poet, let me know who you are!
The poet comments, "Thank you."
No, thank you!
The poet comments, "I welcome comments and suggestions. As always, thanks for the forum!"
a year in starved rain,
trolley machine won't take my
soggy grey dollar
The poet comments, "inspired by a wonderful rainy day in the streets of New Orleans"
in my dream, books and
flowers compete for my sight --
and the sun wins out.
light, newly exposed wood
of the storm-tortured red tree --
God's teeth hurt through smiles.
"I have no time for
games" he said, combing his hair
with greasy plastic.
Holding gun in hand
The poet comments, "Is this hackneyed imagery ?"
Harvest of flakes? No. But the Sage doesn't see how 'visibly pleasant' fits in with the other two lines.
The poet responds, "Thought u wld never ask. Expln. for the `harvest of flakes' haiku:
1st. it was a spoof of the `harvest of stars .. fickle moon' one.
2nd. `flakes' hv double context as in snow & corn (as if u didn't know ;-))
with the snow in a field, vegetation suffers and the only
harvest that a peasant can expect is snow, which though is
`visibly pleasant' invites back breaking job. In this context the spoon is something else.
(i hv never called a spade a spade ;-))
In the corn context, the `visibly pleasant' is the
person ( who might well be the `invisible peasant' (since many did
see through him anyway ;-))) on his breakfast table. "
Lured by silken thread,
Insects tangle themselves in
Spider macrame'.
Did you ever see
Petals flitting in the wind?
They're called butterflies.
absentmindedness
The poet comments, "This is actually for a person whose full name is hinted at in each line of the haiku."
