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  • Daily Haiku Thread 2021

    New Year, New thread. Better late than never. Let's see your recent haiku!

    This is a showcase for your most recent haiku. Both previously published and unpublished haiku are welcome. Keep commentary positive and let us know what poems you enjoy the most. Please acknowledge the provenance of previously published poems. Most of all, enjoy the fine haiku!

    You may share up to five of your most recent haiku per day, any topic. This is meant to be a daily share thread and has room for more than just "signature haiku" so don't be shy about poems that catch a simple moment. The gallery section is meant as a convenient space to share work that you might otherwise post to social media, published work is welcome but unpublished poems are fine too, with the caveat that editors may not accept submissions that have been posted to a public forum. Consider this an opportunity to publish poems that might not otherwise be seen.
    ghost cave i brush aside the dharma of a lobster god

  • #2
    I'll share a few, appreciate any feedback!

    rushing rainwater
    tugs an abandoned toothpick sword
    towards the road

    nature abhors a vacuum -
    clematis conquers
    the yard next door

    something primeval
    in a thick patch of ferns

    our silence gives way
    to the mountain, the birds,
    and idle observation

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    • #3
      This one i've rewritten many times. Visiting sleepy Winchester, VA, on a stormy day in July, we took refuge with a cold beer under a porch roof at a bar. I watched sheets of rain blow just out of reach, and I watched on the pavement a little toothpick sword, leftover of last night's festivities, tugged at by the heavy rain flowing through the parking lot. The scene sticks with me.

      rushing rainwater
      tugs an abandoned toothpick sword
      towards the road

      Hiking after an argument. Lost in our thoughts and lingering hard feelings:

      our silence gives way
      to the mountain, the birds,
      and idle observation

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