| Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies by Moritake | The banana tree blown by winds pours raindrops into the bucket by Basho | Beautiful delay, making everything fall quiet naturally by Mark |
HAIKU is a minimalist poetic style, expressing fleeting moments of heightened awareness. A mere three lines, a great haiku captures and expresses a profound impression of emotion, thought, or understanding. Click Here to Add Your Haiku to the Widget and Gallery
Haiku poetry commonly consists of 17 sounds or syllables arranged in three lines - five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the final line. Typically, classic haiku speaks of nature and includes a seasonal word. Two ideas or images are often presented, where the power of the poem consists in the unspoken symmetry or tension between the two images.
Though originally often associated with nature, modern haiku can express any sentiment, relationship, or idea. The three line structure is maintained while the strict 17 syllable 5-7-5 structure is considered a guideline. Modern, English language haiku is a very versatile form, extending well beyond the Asian imagery and ideas found in most classic Japanese haiku.
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Helpful Books How to Write, Share & Teach Haiku |  Haiku Moment: North American Haiku |  Haiku Anthology |  Haiku: A Poet's Guide |  Writing and Enjoying Haiku |
From Knowing is Haiku "...Haiku doesn't involve metaphor. It lays down before the mind a pair of concrete objects or events, and from these apparently disconnected items it somehow points the mind to a third invisible thing, a very unique but universal species of human experience that is usually inexpressible in words. When a scientistic mind sees haiku, it can only giggle...; it only sees two disconnected physical events. It isn't able to connect to the invisible species sitting behind them. ...If we can never appreciate what’s going on in haiku, we will also have a hard time understanding what’s going on in Scripture, the Incarnation, and the world around us. All of them use the same pattern of knowing: the concrete unveils the invisible."
Online resources:Simpy Haiku quarterly magazine Haiku Society of America various resources
short & simple definitions/guidelines guidelines for writing Haiku
Open Directory - Haiku and related forms Wikipedia - Haiku
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| The old fisherman unalterably intent - cold evening rain by Buson | A solitary crow on a bare branch- autumn evening by Basho | thinking words we hear living other's fantasies through the tv screen by Matthew Baxter Miller © |
| Beautiful delay, making everything fall quiet naturally by Mark © | This dark autumn old age settles down on me like heavy clouds or birds by Basho | God invented time. But he is not subject to it, Today or tomorrow. by Grace E. © |
| Breakfast enjoyed in the fine company of morning glories by Basho | I draw back the shade The sun is coming, coming, But never quite here. by Grace E. © | Elements unseen amid skillful arrangements, His artistic way by Mark © |
| The banana tree blown by winds pours raindrops into the bucket by Basho | Changes come in life, they don't just merely happen. There is a purpose. by S. Mills © | A gardener 'allows' A vine to curl around his fence. But the fence will fall. by Grace E. © |
| First autumn morning: the mirror I stare into shows my father's face. by Murakami | Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies by Moritake | At the ancient pond a frog plunges into the sound of water by Basho |
| The morning paper harbinger of good and ill - I step over it by Dave McCroskey | Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die by Basho | If you change something, The world probably won't change. But it might. by Grace E. © |
| Most of earth's music Has always been with us. Listen to the wind. by Grace E. © | Hand wringing experts light fourteen million boxes - open rows up front by Mark © | Windy day in France--- Leaves tumble in the cold air While roses shiver. by tri tran © |
| That great blue oak indifferent to all blossoms appears more noble by Basho | Behold the ego Set in glowing emptiness On the edge of time by Noel Kaufmann | Neck bent, legs trailing Grey-blue feathers catch the sun On his lonely flight by Sally Clarke © |
| Trees are not frightened By a sheer, foreboding cliff-side Or a silent fall. by Grace E. © | Wind chases the leaves In a freezing winter night While each white flake sways. by tri tran © |
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