Age three

flood season; at home
soapy waves breach seawalls while
bathing gods giggle

Age seven

tiny picnic ants
invading orange hot pants
this summer’s wild dance

Spirit hatching

Formless strength, cracking
eggshell illusions before
an emerging truth

All paths lead to zero

In segregation,
mankind devolves into an
aliquot sequence

On crying

Tears yearn to return
from my eyes they fly towards
their home in the sea.

Two sharks

I know of two sharks
one hunts food, the other, prey
great, white and deadly

This is my second attempt at haiku. It’s not yet apparent why I have an association between the haiku form and the word “prey”.  Perhaps it will become clear in attempt #3

Ode to Peacockery

In a silly mood, way too much haiku appearing in my reader. This is no complaint thank you to everyone who takes the time, I just don’t think I fully understand the form.

My first (and quite possibly last) haiku is incorrectly referenced as an ode, any other mistakes should be cleverly hidden by that little ruse..no? Perhaps this an opportunity for review of any misdirectional guidance policies. What do you think about haiku? I don’t expect this topic to capture my attention for long, but it spawned haiku so it must be good.

A peacock summons

prey, predator and a mate

this pretty tail ends

Whatever you’re doing today, make sure you leave something for tomorrow or you may end up in a non-stop haiku writing frenzy and wondering why. I know there is very little chance of that and it is not entirely a bad thing, still…