Like delicate flowers,
Haiku appears simple –
mundane.
Truth is its nectar.
Daisies wilt and fade.
Poetry preserves the mind,
Time in its blooming.
To get a real feel for excellent Haiku read some Basho http://oaks.nvg.org/basho.html, but
remember in English the Japanese doesn’t always have the 5,7,5 syllable
translation.
Master Basho Haiku
old dark sleepy pool…
quick unexpected frog
Goes plop! Watersplash!
Now try it yourself and slip one in your pocket www.poets.org. You never know when you might
need a poem to share.
Baldauf Haiku
Chrysanthemums paint
a color pallet for
spring.
Brushstrokes for the eyes.
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