Monday, November 17, 2003

Haiku Haven

What strikes me most about a haiku is its ability to put a picture in my mind....its certainly not an easy task to do that.

Just try describing a scene..any scene to the person who 'gets you' the most, you would discover that you would need to use tonnes of words just to get near enough.

A Haiku on the other hand puts a distinct scene, a picture or an incident in my mind in as little as 3 words (There is a 3 word Haiku below). I realize that there is more to a haiku than this and for all i know, painting a scene may not be a Haiku's purpose at all... The haikus u find here are the ones whose 'pictures' or 'scenes' I have been able to imagine and relate to...Hope you like them too.

Everything should be made
as simple as possible,
but no simpler.
-- Albert Einstein


tasting a slice of melon -
the truck farmer's
anxious smile

December fog
picking the reddest apple
from a vendor's cart

my shadow on
the door -
both children asleep

little boxes
of travel soap
thoughts of my children

propped on his shovel
my neighbor recalls the past
the snowstorm strengthens

antique toy show
the baby's hand
reaches out


the tea bag
stains the water

funeral procession
his old friends
dutifully follow along

self defense class
facing the mirror

my son's
small hands
shaping the bonsai

through the rear view mirror
my kids
entering school

lost in years
of an oaks gnarled bark
nameless lovers

job interviewee
taken to lunch
between words tiny bites

edging closer
to the monkey cage -
my son tightens his grip

fresh-cut peonies
carelessly she flicks off
the tiny ant

wiping away the film
on the window’s wavy glass
father’s reflection

world war II scrapbook
faces of young boys
huddled together

her hand on his back
gently caressing
the tattooed dragon

sixteen candles
with one breath
recalling her birth

the tiny ant
carelessly passing through
my shadow

torrential rains
my ailing neighbor
sprinkling the flower bed


With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
-- Howard Korder

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
-- Margaret Segall

You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
-- Cass Whittington

Bar Haikus

Basho, Matsuo. (1644-1694).

An old pond!
A frog jumps in-
The sound of water.

No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.

Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.

Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.

Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening


Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!


No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

Issa. (1762-1826).

Right at my feet -
and when did you get here,

My grumbling wife -
if only she were here!
This moon tonight...

A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window's hole,
the Galaxy.

A man, just one -
also a fly, just one -
in the huge drawing room.

Kato, Shuson

I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.


Night, and the moon!
My neighbor, playing on his flute -
out of tune

Murakami, Kijo. (1865-1938).

First autumn morning:
the mirror I stare into
shows my father's face.

Natsume, Soseki. (1867-1916)

On New Year's Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.


You rice-field maidens!
The only things not muddy
Are the songs you sing.

Shiki, Masaoka. (1867-1902).

I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please

After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!

For love and for hate
I swat a fly and offer it
to an ant.

Ron Loeffler

Glass balls and glowing lights.
Dead tree in living room.
Killed to honor birth.

Andeyev, Alexey V.

Spring backup in CS lab:
time to fall in love with
certain humanware.

Chris Spruck

Faceless, just numbered.
Lone pixel in the bitmap-
I, anonymous.

Michael R. Collings

Silence--a strangled
Telephone has forgotten
That it should ring

Dave McCroskey

the morning paper
harbinger of good and ill
- - I step over it

Polaroid Haikus by Rajhiv

Salary's come
My commitments
Beyond Torture

The six-foot man
A wonderful bride
My baby's grown

From 'The Heron's Nest' -

appointment calendar
a coffee ring joins
one day to the next
- LeRoy Gorman

summer moon —
her eyelashes touch
the telescope lens
- Chad Lee Robinson

summer’s end
only dead grass
shows the circus was here
-Sandra Simpson

late night —
a waitress repeats
the list of pies
-John Stevenson

cold night
the dashboard lights
of another car
- John Stevenson

watching the waves . . .
a stray dog settles
beside me
- K. Ramesh

cold morning
the old horse gets up
and goes to work
- Ruth Holzer

glowing embers
I tell her a story
she already knows
— Rick Tarquinio