Haiku

[Quadman2]

All three photo finish firsts, bv!

Creativity at its finest.


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[Quadman2]

HUNGER

Protruding stomachs
of starving children await
with expecting mouths.

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[bobsvinyl]

Wildlife

Raucous jeering crows,
mad, cross-examining eyes
watch for invaders.

 

[bobsvinyl]

Shed

Weathered washed-out wood,
Loosely bound by rusty nails.
Sightless eyed windows,
glass broken out long ago
stare across generations.

 

[Apreggiator]

Bangin'

Heart pumps to the beat
Iron roots, kicks underfoot
Acid pulsing groove


~
Yes, I was enjoying some of my beloved Techno music

 

[Apreggiator]

Chicxulub

As shadow descends
the sky ruptures into fire
Ancient giants fall
Yet in the long hush
New worlds gather from the dust

 

[Quadman2]

Wildlife

Raucous jeering crows,
mad, cross-examining eyes
watch for invaders.

Poe would have embraced this poem!


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[Quadman2]

Shed

Weathered washed-out wood,
Loosely bound by rusty nails.
Sightless eyed windows,
glass broken out long ago
stare across generations.

This Tanka stands with the Best!


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[Quadman2]

Chicxulub

As shadow descends
the sky ruptures into fire
Ancient giants fall
Yet in the long hush
New worlds gather from the dust

Got a feeling that there's more than...a little Greek in you, son!

Razor-sharp imagery.

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[bobsvinyl]

Caretakers

Selfless souls approach,
Melding and mingling,
Existential bliss.

 

[Apreggiator]

Got a feeling that there's more than...a little Greek in you, son!

I am not of that persuasion, but thank you nonetheless.

 

[shrinkboy]

sometimes i will write in the classical 5 7 5, but some time ago i began to feel that, in english, the format looks too wordy. i have discovered that there is a sizable movement away from that to an even more compressed, minimal style, while keeping the seasonal reference linked to the 'cut'- long ago, i produced this:

Dallas summer song-
cicadas whir/the
sirens call

 

[shrinkboy]

i try to keep my haiku grounded in perceptual reality, avoiding concept if possible. a recent one: Awake at 3AM/the moon, the owl/and I

 

[shrinkboy]

In autumn the
hawk circles,
squirrels scatter

 

[Quadman2]

Caretakers

Selfless souls approach,
Melding and mingling,
Existential bliss.

Like janitors, right up to angels who care for us.

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[Quadman2]

In autumn the
hawk circles,
squirrels scatter

I agree with your take on "reality", as there is a strong bond between the two levels of experience!

And for me, that's what "poetic expression" is all about...by words not written.

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[bobsvinyl]

Cold

Peter Sinks, Utah
Minus 69 degrees
Splitting trees open .

 

[shrinkboy]

speaking of 'cold', on one of the haiku sites I saw a piece dedicated to Cold. Here it is:

Tundra.

 

[Apreggiator]

Kissa

Velvet record spins
Steam curls from fixed broken cup
Brass warms quiet room

 

[bobsvinyl]

Technology

Myth has surely died,
Plundered by the internet,
Strangled by AI.