~~Haiku River~~

[MyZenTrail]

found it

spin off a poem I read yesterday but can't find today?

if you know this poem, please post it.....

carrying water at night
bamboo breaks holding the bucket
the bucket falls
no more water
no more moon

In this way and that I tried to save the old pail

Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about

to break

Until at last the bottom fell out.

No more water in the pail!

No more moon in the water!

 

[Instant_Star]

Sparrows sing sweetly;
Hawks fly swiftly deadly fast.
Will the song perish?

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A bad Haiku, but, a haiku lol

 

[MyZenTrail]

sushi swims in a stream
hungry fisherman with a pole
what fate will they meet?

 

[MyZenTrail]

Water and words
Easily poured, impossible to recover
fed softly, easier to swallow

 

[bluerains]

Water and words
Easily poured, impossible to recover
fed softly, easier to swallow

making mud pies

 

[BooMerengue]

you don't hesitate
not with a loaded weapon
later, meditate

 

[BooMerengue]

Sparrows sing sweetly;
Hawks fly swiftly deadly fast.
Will the song perish?

-----------
A bad Haiku, but, a haiku lol

Thats not a bad haiku at all. wonderful words- made me sad.

BASIC (I stress that to avoid arguments later) Haiku is 5-7-5

meaning 5 syllables 1st line, 7 2nd and so on.

Also, there should be a break somewhere in the 2nd line. You want 2

sentiments completing each other.

And it should be seasonal.

Having said that you should know- there are as many types of haiku as there are haikus.
I wish I knew where there was a good simple example here for you. We'll find one somewhere.

 

[MyZenTrail]

you don't hesitate
not with a loaded weapon
later, meditate

meditate silent
loaded weapon in hand
explosive thought

 

[BooMerengue]

meditate silent
loaded weapon in hand
explosive thought

Zenbaby... Beautiful. BUT... change the words- change the meaning. In yours it seemed one was tying to decide to shoot or not.

here...

'
you don't hesitate
not with a loaded weapon
later, meditate


.
it was already done.

Thanks for input. I crave it.

 

[bluerains]

meditate silent
loaded weapon in hand
explosive thought

silently tingling
trigger fingered
nuclear discharge

 

[MyZenTrail]

Zenbaby... Beautiful. BUT... change the words- change the meaning. In yours it seemed one was tying to decide to shoot or not.

here...

'
you don't hesitate
not with a loaded weapon
later, meditate


.
it was already done.

Thanks for input. I crave it.

bows humble~ (~_*) that's it (grins)

 

[MyZenTrail]

moving the bacon
from place to place in harmony
a herd of swine squeal

 

[MyZenTrail]

awakening

sunday morning
hot coffee and a computer
waking up to poetry

 

[bluerains]

sunday morning
hot coffee and a computer
waking up to poetry

canned heat
smells so sweet
brewed

 

[MyZenTrail]

dragons screaming
pissing on the skyscrapers

Irene in new york

 

[MyZenTrail]

high in a tree
a bird nest with young feathers
hunger calling

 

[bluerains]

high in a tree
a bird nest with young feathers
hunger calling

salamanders grounded
palmetto bugs too
life eats its own

 

[MyZenTrail]

a praying mantis
sitting on a park bench

I talked, it listened

 

[MyZenTrail]

in the tall grass
a tree limb lay like thoughts
fallen yesterday

 

[bluerains]

in the tall grass
a tree limb lay like thoughts
fallen yesterday

a salmon died
oil rubbed
skin recycles

 

[RhymeFairy]

a salmon died
oil rubbed
skin recycles

skin recycles
life, slows

morning to day
night, unto
darkness. I follow.
I lay, awaiting the season.
to fall, from heaven

bright lights, sun rays
roughing up my memory
of what is

what was
what shall

become. I sit
recycled
from years past. A shell
of my former self
but day by day
I pick up

like seashell hunting
one day,
I shall sink into the shallow
sand
and enjoy

sun rays

no longer can darkness
erode
my recycled self ~





free thought. Sorry
not too good with haiku ~

 

[MyZenTrail]

skin recycles
life, slows

morning to day
night, unto
darkness. I follow.
I lay, awaiting the season.
to fall, from heaven

bright lights, sun rays
roughing up my memory
of what is

what was
what shall

become. I sit
recycled
from years past. A shell
of my former self
but day by day
I pick up

like seashell hunting
one day,
I shall sink into the shallow
sand
and enjoy

sun rays

no longer can darkness
erode
my recycled self ~





free thought. Sorry
not too good with haiku ~

recycled life
starting a new road
the journey begins

 

[MyZenTrail]

dancing leaves
in the wind, comes autumn
dancing again

 

[DirkPitt06]

In fervent need
Chill quill - electronic ink
Melts the dawn

 

[zendicive]

myzentrail = zendictive

seasons change
and so have my names
zendictive today