first.
Burst of red and white,
explosion of pride,
night welcomes with open arms.
second.
white flower born
dripping sunlight from petals
grass dances to catch
third.
soft touch of breeze -
tree sways like woman
walking into sunlight
fourth.
morning glow -
smile is traced
taste of peaches
fifth.
Tree branches
rake clouds -
Zen afternoon.
sixth.
pink horizon in stormy skies,
orange glowing breath -
sun sets into purple dreams
seventh.
yellow dress twirl,
pivot,
dance in ~wind~
eighth.
drop of quick relief
*shiver*
summer snowflake
ninth.
beer cup lights
strum a tune
of porch nights
tenth.
bird song
morning choir -
cat watches
eleventh.
storm rage
fill sky whole
sun sleep
twelfth.
moon rise
sun set
lake sigh
thirteenth.
lost firefly
swimming in moonlight
falling star
fourteenth.
damp grass
run to catch
tickled feet
fifteenth.
turn, twist
`pop`
flavour explosion
sixteenth.
clouds cotton thick
dreams hide behind the curtain
we wait in the rain
seventeenth.
brittle broken bones hair falls away
discarded doll
eighteenth.
did you hear monsters
eating
trees
nineteenth.
little pot boil
burn over side
escape
twentieth.
fish moves ocean
around naked
scales
lifting waves
with tip of
tail
twenty-first.
t a l l
ships mast splits
blue sky
twenty-second.
lines floating
of words
twenty-third.
I write
to keep
myself
sane
twenty-fourth.
if I had a million
dollars - dreams - stars
to give you
twenty-fifth.
morning sun
traces my skin -
tickles with kisses
twenty-sixth.
I heard thunder
booming in clouds -
it laughed
twenty-seventh.
grey sky
morning -
summer sleeps
twenty-eighth.
eraser finds
page -
my words run
twenty-ninth.
He sat upright
hair gleaming -
sun golden.
thirtieth.
She sprayed spring
onto her body -
she smelled like love.
thirty-first
July sighs in parting -
my words fade
into dusk















Comments
First, I recommend against numbering your haiku as first or second. By day 27, do you want to type "Twenty Seventh"? Just put Day 1, or -1-. Also, despite what MS Word tells you, it's okay to not capitalize the first word in each sentence.
Day 1: It's a beautiful image, but it's done in a very wordy way. This is the primary reason I recommend against the 5-7-5 form, writing the haiku becomes a game of "fill in the blanks". A few notes:
a) there's a white flower with sunlight reflecting off it onto the grass.
b) does it need to be white, would it better to name a specific white flower?
c) "Dripping sunlight from petals" is great, especially with the following line. However the connection between both lines is jarring.
Some suggestions:
a) I recommend using a specific white flower. As it's a shrub (taller than grass, but not shadowing the grass), I'd go with either Daisies or Peony, or Daffodils.
b) alternately call the new-born flower a bloom.
c) an example:
daisy bloom -
petals dripping sunlight
onto swaying grass
Day 2: I like the personification in line one, though the phrasing sounds a tad odd. Perhaps you could emphasis it more by putting "breeze" first and making it a possessive noun: breeze's soft touch. Alternately, in keeping the current sentence structure, a touch of breeze That also makes it sound like a cooking recipe, which would emphasis the weirdness. Or just shorten it to soft breeze.
Personally, I don't like simile in haiku, it adds wordiness and detracts from the image by masking it as something else. Your choice. However, grammatically, the sentences could do with some changes the tree sways like a woman or trees sway like women.
If you want to learn more about the haiku form, here are some essays:
A Judge Reports by New Zealand haiku-poet, Ernest J Berry.
--
Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy til me fed.
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
And the new "first" is a July 4th reference, why not just have it on July 4th?
--
Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy til me fed.
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
As for the numbering, I think I will keep it the way it is, I hope that is ok...Just seems more me. I don't want to cut myself out of my poetry entirely...
--
How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
--
How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
--
How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
--
How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
--
Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy til me fed.
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
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