| The banana tree blown by winds pours raindrops into the bucket by Basho | Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies by Moritake | 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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| God invented time. But he is not subject to it, Today or tomorrow. by Grace E. © | Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die by Basho | transparency writ by the power of Heaven to learn what life is. by MBJ Pancras © |
| weeping daughter cry me a salt river of tears before you return by jules Honore © | Whispers in the wind-- A motorcycle moves to The sound of high speed by Rich © | Looks artificial yet the luxurious smell proves a red rose real. by Vivica Aramina © |
| Guard your heart my friend, the queen of hearts you trust may have a change of heart. by Ashley M. © | the path of the worm broken by puddles of rain spring thunderstorm by jameselle bond © | Spring blooms, but some trees stay bare. Seedlings sprout below. The circle of life. by Raging Bull © |
| pink yarn velvet sky reminds me of Peter Max in the spring sunset by jameselle bond © | A solitary crow on a bare branch- autumn evening by Basho | loving my daisies and their lackadaisical approach to our lives by Jules Honore © |
| a white pigeon drops a feather in the yard first winter snow by Janak Sapkota © | The morning paper harbinger of good and ill - I step over it by Dave McCroskey | The sound of wood bats cracking as balls fly above Homerun! Tigers win! by Steve B. © |
| create an omelet to rescue your broken eggs. cook slowly or else... by jules Honore © | Small city river Calming place for pleasure boats Sweet river dreaming by Gemma Wiseman © | The banana tree blown by winds pours raindrops into the bucket by Basho |
| The Apricot tree, laden. But it won't drop fruit till they are rotten. by Raging Bull © | Breakfast enjoyed in the fine company of morning glories by Basho | A gardener 'allows' A vine to curl around his fence. But the fence will fall. by Grace E. © |
| Stirring thoughts of tea; My purring cat lays on me... I am still again. by Leanne Betts © | Elements unseen amid skillful arrangements, His artistic way by Mark © | Beautiful delay, making everything fall quiet naturally by Mark © |
| Lights Flickering Bright Upon The Cityscape Stark The Mock Milky Way by Fay-yaaz Ahmed © | First autumn morning: the mirror I stare into shows my father's face. by Murakami | I draw back the shade The sun is coming, coming, But never quite here. by Grace E. © |
| Tired but restless, my mind turns to poetry. Haiku helps me sleep. by Raging Bull © | No man on earth can raise or lower the sun each morning and night by jameselle bond © | Demonic whispers, Cold embrace that is the fire, Deafening silence. by Wayne M Riley © |
| Flying butterfly Emerging from the cocoon ..sad in the daylight. by Angeldo © | Trees are not frightened By a sheer, foreboding cliff-side Or a silent fall. by Grace E. © | Those falling blossoms all return to the branch when I watch butterflies by Moritake |
| The old fisherman unalterably intent - cold evening rain by Buson | Most of earth's music Has always been with us. Listen to the wind. by Grace E. © | Neck bent, legs trailing Grey-blue feathers catch the sun On his lonely flight by Sally Clarke © |
| Cozy coffee shop "Is Theology Poetry?" speechless in wonder by Mark © | Wind chases the leaves In a freezing winter night While each white flake sways. by tri tran © | reading Heaven's Plan in faith and love in Jesus shows the Way to Him. by MBJ Pancras © |
| Blowing in the wind, Fifty fair fruit of freedom. The Stars and the Stripes. by Raging Bull © | Changes come in life, they don't just merely happen. There is a purpose. by S. Mills © | delicious walk into the orchard in joy takes me to wonder. by MBJ Pancras © |
| Ah! Leave it! Back...No! Sigh. The hardest animal to train is myself. by Leanne Betts © | That great blue oak indifferent to all blossoms appears more noble by Basho | Windy day in France--- Leaves tumble in the cold air While roses shiver. by tri tran © |
| This dark autumn old age settles down on me like heavy clouds or birds by Basho | Steel monster towers; City shadowed with darkness blackening all lives by Shannon M © | struggling to start such an old school form of art at least it's over now by Skyler W. © |
| life's jigsaw puzzle is hidden beneath Gods' wings 'till the end of time by jameselle bond © | september silent birds left by Roys Haiku © | Hand wringing experts light fourteen million boxes - open rows up front by Mark © |
| thinking words we hear living other's fantasies through the tv screen by Matthew Baxter Miller © | Behold the ego Set in glowing emptiness On the edge of time by Noel Kaufmann | At the ancient pond a frog plunges into the sound of water by Basho |
| mother take my hand, hold it one last time now is the time to be free by Thomas AG Piccirillo © | If you change something, The world probably won't change. But it might. by Grace E. © |
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