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It's a seventeen syllable verse with three lines of five, seven, and
five syllables.
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Haiku is created in two sections, each independent of the other yet
reflecting
the other.
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The first section ends after the first or the second line; the rest
is the second section.
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Haiku may have a seasonal theme in which at least one
word gives a clue to the season the Haiku occurs in.
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Haiku is written, read, and gotten as a complete poem,
whole in and of itself, rather than as a stanza within a greater
composition.
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frog on lily pad
dappled brown splayed webbed toes tense
plip plop splash now gone
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blue lavender scent
breeze swept field swaying swaying
heady floral cleanse
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evening stroll by river
babbling pebbles click spreading
ripples lap smoothly
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back straight legs tucked in
a sitting
meditation
om everything om
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guilded orb full
moon
high atop clear midnight sky
all
asleep
below
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white waters slam rocks
spray flies high salty foam churns
sea surface boils
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gold gossamer wings
flutter by these butterflies
were caterpillars
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soft white petals blend
in leafy green wind blown heath
delectable scent
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two wayward geese fly
overheard honking echoes
fade away slowly
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spartan hilltop tree
branches stroke a closing day
sketching dusk's relief
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brush your lips o'er me
electric girl spark on this
cold night a hot kiss
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rushing wave licks cold
feet washed pure sandy toes cleaned
filled footprints vanish
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bees busily buzz
darting collecting crafting
honey from pollen
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ducks glide across pond
quacking heads down tails flip up
dinner no problem
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inky ebon night
sets slow over dry meadows
quiet covering comes
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blonde boy
on red bike
peddling home barefoot no care
nor concern just peace
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drizzling sun drenched cool
raindrops
on my upturned face
wake and soothe my soul
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undulating vines
lush carpeted hillside rows
harvest bounty comes
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leaf in an updraft
tumbling there flying here like
a kite with no string
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squirrel stashing nuts
tiny paws stuff swelling cheeks
whiskers aquiver
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sandlewood candle
lit stone chapel of the woods
invites me inside
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eagle on the rise
heavenly height soaring free
suddenly plummets
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black crows up a tree
caw caw keep clear caw caw-ing
territorial
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from the depths of
sleep
my passion wakes me crying
lay your heart on me
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empty beach gray fog
muted sunlight chilly air
hands deep in pockets
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jagged lightning arcs
thunder claps sonic crash then
softer distant rolls
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darkness before dawn
stealthily sunrise
paints
light
feathering orange whisps
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shady glen I seek
now and then when it gets hot
and I'm moved to write
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rattlesnake rattles
slithering sideways sliding
esses in the dust
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deep in limestone caves
symphonies in oak mature
grape juice into
wine
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snowflake on my palm
fragile crystal latticework
melts and disappears
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when so much is made
of things to amass in life
all I want is you
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fingers tap keyboard
characters to laptop screen
digital haiku
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