A
special kind of Japanese poem is called a haiku. Each poem has three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. This poem does not include rhymes. It usually is about seasons or nature.
These
are examples of haikus. Since I do not
have the poets’ names, I apologize to these individuals.
Pumpkin field in autumn
Little boy grins
A jack-o-lantern smile
Full moon in the clouds
Lighting up all the heavens
With silvery blue
Writing a poem
Captures a moment in
time
Photograph in words
After the spring rain
They walked in the wet
garden
Growing together
The cat on my lap
Arches her smooth, black shoulders
Begging for a stroke
Don’t count syllables
Float on the river of
words
Tat flows from the heart
Over my shoulder
A still bird
Sings
Red petal
Swings in spider’s web
Summer wind
Slip of tongue
I call out the wrong
name
Dog comes anyway
Firelight draws
Red and orange flicker
Popcorn noises
Snow spatters
White freckles on yellow
Winter moon
Too cold for blooms
People crowd under heaters
Swap friendship for sun
Peppermint leaves
Noisily the teapot boils
Honey waits in cup
Blue magic marker
Wall cries for
decoration
My granddaughter draws
Storm clouds blow over
Lightening flashes
overhead
Wet leaf hits my brow
Two polite clouds
Avoid hitting each other
Sun collides with both
“Flight”
Black feathers
Shiny wings spread wide
Lazy circle
“Night Fall”
Black curtain
Drops silent across
stage
Matinee ends
“Campfire”
Embers glow
Fire hisses and pops
Feed me
“Luna moon”
Luna moon
Green wings wink
Eggs glisten
“Moon’s Web”
Silver threads
Mon weaves her nightly
web
I dangle
“Oz”
Emerald City
Shimmers distant green
Ain’t Kansas
“Spider’s Web”
Soft spun silken threads
Gather the morning fresh
dew
A breakfast dangles
“Lightning”
Light flickers
Illuminates the night
sky
Flash attachment
“Willow Tree”
Weep not old willow
Though your branches
touch the ground
Rain will wash your feet
“Waterfall”
Sparkle sapphire drops
Fall down the rock-
grown wall
At end they gather
“Transition”
Day fades gray
Orange stain fingers
close
Night fist dark
Under this moon
With its silver train of
stars
I miss you more
Nightfall
Sudden creaks and moans
My new home
Leaves shake
Like a string of bells
Inner harbor clear
Clouds mirrored on the
water
The silence of sleep