Haiku by Others

Haiku will be added (to the top of the list) over time.

This passage posted on Bluesky by Paul Engel (pen name Laughing Monkey) is not a haiku, but I keep going back to it as descriptive of how I feel about haiku. If you write, maybe it will speak for you, too:

"i take it seriously this writing of words--it is an act of intimacy offering one's words--i receive them with care and compassion--i give them freely as humble gifts--if there is such a thing as a soul a poem is the closest to it."

wooded path at dawn

eating the blackberries

no one owns

(by Deborah A. Bennett)

Haibun 1

Our friend's husband called and said she would like to see us. We knew she was in hospice home care and was expected to live only a few more days. She sat on the couch, calm and cheerful as usual. We talked about ordinary things. After a short while she was clearly tiring but determined to stand up for hugs and walk us out.  The tube on her oxygen tank did not quite reach the door. 

“This is as far as I can go.”

Friend walked us to the door.

She died that night.

(Ruth Craw 4/28/25)

4ku

Pink flamingos

Satellite dish

Bent over people 

Rural Trifecta

      (4-6-2025 C English) 

dining al fresco

the mosquitoes feast

on a table of four

(by Paul David Mena)

rainy day

I find shelter

in a haiku

(by John Belchamber)

once 

in a lifetime . . .

every moment 

(by Carolyn Winkler)

the little things . . .

waiting out

the cold rain

(by Richard Dean Barnes)

I was gonna be

the grandma who made cookies

only dog biscuits

(by Bridget Chebo Enggasser)

white

crunchy

grass

(by Becky Dwyer)

dew evaporates

and all the world is dew

and yet, and yet . . .

(by Issa, on the death of his daughter)

the old pond--

a frog jumps in,

sound of water

(by Basho)