I record this near daily practice not because I know anything about writing haiku, but because I love the snapshots they afford — sometimes better than anything else I might write about a given day. Enjoy!
3/1
First chapter 12 point
one inch margins, submit
by five. Rinse. Repeat.
3/2
Raindrops tap skylight
wet dimples that slide and blur
catalpa branches.
3/3
News from Ohio
focuses on folks’ anger
not on the poisons.
3/4
Walnut coffee cake,
butternut soup, and salmon.
I’ll press the napkins!
3/5
Dirty, twisted mask
lying curbside, so forlorn —
like a weird sage punk.
3/6
Six men tap brackets,
forms numbered with blue stencils.
A new foundation.
3/7
Two thousand plus steps
to Chase Ave, the halfway point.
Look at your phone much?
3/8
Winter is ending.
We know by the length of days,
crocus poking up.
Gut pain lower left.
Slept hard from noon until three.
Sipping water now.
3/9
White husky returns.
Slower, stiffer than before.
She’ll still stare you down.
3/10
Midnight scroll for son
reconsidering majors.
Must we exclude math?
3/11
It’s above freezing
but snow drifts down anyway.
Casual, flirty.
3/12
The hat you gave me
abandoned on the park bench.
Back I went for it.
3/13
Jane offers me stock.
Homemade. Chicken. I say yes.
Mushroom risotto!
3/14
Cold percussive rain
patters my umbrella, code
I don’t understand.
3/15
Texas court about
to go rogue, undo rulings
by FDA. FUCK!
3/16
The beech shadows stretch
across neighbor’s lawn, somehow
looking sweet, lively.
3/17
One potato, two
potato, grey rot. Happy
Saint Patrick’s Day. Oy!
3/18
Etsy nightmare sends
me outdoors. I smell spring and
decide to close shop.
3/19
Brave daffodils pop.
A cold wind, a sapphire lake.
Cedar branches flap.
3/20
Crows and blue jays squawk.
The music house is silent.
Then, a dead sparrow.
3/21
Found: the two of spades.
Was freedom on your mind then
or curious dread?
3/22
Clang, clang, clang, and whoosh.
Then, T squealing to a halt.
Above: dusty blue.
3/23
A head full of snot.
Pink stripe blessedly absent.
Soon, a second bath.
3/25
“Remember,” says rake
and leaf mold, “all the seasons
that have come before.”
3/26
The old tin liner —
seasons of corrosion, rust —
the bottom gives way.
3/27
Tiny maroon blades
emerge out of winter’s dirt.
Come June: peonies.
3/28
Rain dimples the deck
also speckles my glasses.
It’s a hot soup day.
3/29
Step outside and walk.
Chilly enough to go back
and grab a down coat.
3/30
Soon after sunset
five planets will line up, shine.
I won’t see them though.
3/31
First indictment day.
Thank you SBJ. Thank you!
Sweet baby jesus.
Love your haiku…
I’ve really been enjoying your haiku writing! It allows me to get to know you in a different way 🙂
Thanks Nancy. It does show different kinds of moments, doesn’t it?
So, what are the rules of this Haiku? I think I might like to give it a whirl on the desk top calendar this month- take a break from TRUMP on the calendar.
The only rule I’m following is the number of syllables — 5, 7, 5. I think it’s maybe supposed to be about nature and maybe there are rules about line breaks, I don’t know.
It’s been so similar here. Down to the daffodils.
and I thought you were north of me?
Above, not a haiku by the rules but I like the image. Your haiku are wonderful to read as I love to imagine where you were at that moment. Your photos say it all, too. Amazing.
I’m procrastinating the packing and shipping of my art work… because I can. There is still time isn’t there? And, to procrastinate feels good today because it is Sunday. Monday and Tuesday I’ll be working – but nothing difficult. How nice!
xoxo
I have my framed collages all set to go. But I need bubble pack.
Haiku .. I’m going to have to look that up. The simplicity of it yet so full of flavor. Very interesting 🤔
Love these. makes me want to try they feel good but i won’t
You have a daily writing practice that works.
Thee are insightful and crisp; what I call “staccato” writing…I so related to 3/28 and enjoy how you do this and that brings me to:
Wind fiercely howls,
Ground too cold for sowing
Seeds are patient.
Nice one!
Love these Dee! Especially 3/25 as I was deep in the leaf mulch yesterday. 🙂