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)