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Haiku is a type of poetry from Japanese culture that combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. Haiku poets typically write about everyday things using simple words and grammar and include themes like nature, feelings, or experiences. The most common form for Haiku is three short lines and does not rhyme. The first line usually contains five (5) syllables, the second line seven (7) syllables, and the third line contains five (5) syllables. A Haiku must "paint" a mental image in the reader's mind. This is the challenge of Haiku - to put the poem's meaning and imagery in the reader's mind in only 17 syllables over just three (3) lines of poetry! Check out some of my "Haikools". ..


Was the long traveling wave
Dreading deep the drama
Now breaking on the shore?

Whitecap on the horizon wonders
Not wanders not knowing
Yet the shore

A pebble with edges windworn
Approaches the cliff
Clinging to this home.

The storm ripped at each tender
Leaf tore some away
Now still I stand

Does the seagull rising into
The empty sky full blue
Dream of clouds?

How far has the wave steadily
Traveled to meet the shore
For a moment?

The wind is pushing the leaves
Away from where it comes
While the tree stands

Silver mirror of the sky
What will you show me
Once I have let go?

I am the grey day leaching
The waning colors until
The surprise shines

Look at the sky now and see
It is not how it was
Neither are you.

Dark water moves closer mirroring
The deep looming sky
Dare I dive?

Where the dark horizon meets
The glowing sky knows
Now is not yet time

Now the sun now the shade as I watch
Clouds tell the tale
Death giving life.

Into the elements feeling alive
Wind driving wave
Home again

Each leaf joins every branch
Dancing helter skelter while
The wind is one

The dependable sound of the waves
Precludes the silence
Are you there

A lone tree stands stretching
Where the water meets the sky
No need to try

The empty sky is welcoming
The migrating birds
Your way is clear

As the water is pounding rocks
Resting on the beach
Are they growing

I did not count the storms
As I held my place
Now the ground calls

At home with the pain
I searched the gain
As it passed

Determined not to think
My words danced
With wisdom

Tired beyond words not
Looking I finally found
The simple truth

Before the spark begat the flame
The light looks back
And knows its name

Embers honor the acorn
And all it remembers
The moment calls

I need time crackles the flame
Licking into the light
Its savory past

The sky held as the earth longed
The air quivered till
They met the rain

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