~~Haiku River~~

[Remec]

morning pleasanties;
drowning out nature's dark wrath
turning attention

Whistle,
chitter, chirp
~Nature's klatch

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Whistle,
chitter, chirp
~Nature's klatch

rib-bit
cricket, thicket songs
wind and leaves in harmony

 

[HotKittySpank]

Whistle,
chitter, chirp
~Nature's klatch

klatching crow clatter
crossing my morning pathway;
wait for them to pass

 

[HotKittySpank]

rib-bit
cricket, thicket songs
wind and leaves in harmony

rustle bustle song;
harmony in nature's call
busy in her work

 

[HotKittySpank]

In dawn's colors
I wrap myself in nature
consumed by life

that bright colored cloak
life in all her glory sews
gift to everyone

---ahhh, coming to this thread is such a sweet breath of air for me... : ) thx!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

that bright colored cloak
life in all her glory sews
gift to everyone

---ahhh, coming to this thread is such a sweet breath of air for me... : ) thx!

all heads turn
toward the morning sun
colors move them

 

[quasar]

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and expressive language.

Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243.

 

[Decayed Angel]

Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243.

by R.H. Blyth


Well read and well said.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and expressive language.

Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243.

the sinking sun
sets the river on fire
blaze orange

 

[My Erotic Trail]

morning sunbeams
through an oval spider web
the dew sparkles

 

[My Erotic Trail]

tickled feathers
caress the blue and white sky
pelicans fly by

 

[vampiredust]

nails, hammers fall
cut up logs laugh
another tree falls

 

[My Erotic Trail]

nails, hammers fall
cut up logs laugh
another tree falls

I like that...

rusty nail
embedded in a tree's plane
dwelling

 

[My Erotic Trail]

under the clouds
a white river flows fluid
mirroring shapes

 

[My Erotic Trail]

RIVER
A river without islands is like a woman without hair. She may be good and pure, but one doesn't fall in love with her very often

Mark Twain

 

[HotKittySpank]

do weep evening sky
sunlight slips beyond your grasp
beat back by your tears

 

[My Erotic Trail]

do weep evening sky
sunlight slips beyond your grasp
beat back by your tears

(~_~)

a river of tears
accumilated over the years
drops crystal clear

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I wasn't sure where to put this... so I'll put it here, first

flap
flap
flap your wings

pelicans
pelicans
on a south bound wind

tickle the sky
with feathers out wide

pelicans
pelicans
flap flap and fly

boyant in air
as you are in the water

pelicans
pelicans
going where the air is warmer

flap flap flap away
pelicans
pelicans
of Pelican Bay

 

[HotKittySpank]

do weep evening sky
sunlight slips beyond your grasp
beat back by your tears

sun slips toward sky;
light painting its way across
these morning shadows

 

[HotKittySpank]

(~_~)

a river of tears
accumilated over the years
drops crystal clear

cumulonimbus
ice topped clouds accumulate
hesitant thunder storms

 

[My Erotic Trail]

cumulonimbus
ice topped clouds accumulate
hesitant thunder storms

a rainbow
in my river this morning
I see the light

 

[HotKittySpank]

a rainbow
in my river this morning
I see the light

this double rainbow
perfection and reflection
somthing to aim for

 

[HotKittySpank]

reposing rainbow
queer optical illusion
does it move or i

 

[HotKittySpank]

RIVER
A river without islands is like a woman without hair. She may be good and pure, but one doesn't fall in love with her very often

Mark Twain

stones across river
small islands under my foot
i am a giant

 

[HotKittySpank]

(originally from perfect 10 - thought it would work here with a bit of syllable tweaking ; )


strawberry scented
dark waves cascade down her back
and through my fingers

- or -

strawberry ocean
scented waves cascade across
her soft white shoulders