Haiku

by
Liz Fairley.

---- Words, spoken kindly, can heal wounds; words of abuse can leave awful scars! ---- ---- Tranquillity is a dragonfly hovering over still water. ---- ---- If God loves sinners, what gifts does he bestow on those who are sinned upon? ---- ---- Tranquillity is clear water, gently trickling over smooth brown stones. ---- ---- I survey the beach; envy couples holding hands; I always walk alone! ---- ---- In crept depression -quietly, then left, quietly- as the sun came out. ---- ---- Sand sifts through my toes, lapping sea then licks them clean. Feet kissed, hands un-held! ---- ---- Tranquillity is small children rising early, when they’re not your own! ---- ---- Poverty of purse is painful, but what hurt’s worse? Poverty of mind! ---- ---- Tranquillity is watching flames flickering, beside a log fire. ---- ---- People sit alone, at tables meant for two or four; A crowd on their own! ---- ---- Thank God for the man who counted on his fingers! Binary’s a pain! ---- ---- Bonsai are small trees; you alter them by pruning... Insects stay the same! ---- ---- Tranquillity is a long, twisting stream as seen from atop a high hill. ---- ---- A flag rests limply at its post, heavy, wet, still Why wave for winter? ---- ---- I procrastinate, the grass and weeds grow longer. Perhaps tomorrow! ---- ---- The warm sun beckons. ‘Come, put on your green fingers! Come, enjoy the sun!’ ---- ---- A flag, atop its post, flutters in a warm breeze, welcoming Summer. ---- ---- Time ticked by slowly while we were young; it speeds up, as we grow older! ---- ---- The next ant steps out, over his brave, drowned brothers, to cross the puddle. ---- ---- The paint is peeling. The house seems somewhat sad. Does love lie inside? ---- ---- A sharp beak tightens; a worm falls, not to its death, but to multiply. ---- ---- Not to have made love- young, sun-tanned, on a warm beach; that’s the sorrow! ---- ---- Tranquillity is leaving sand-castles intact, for the sea to smash! ---- ---- Last words, I knew then; as they echoed through my head- ‘Bye love... bye love... bye love...’ ---- ---- Poor trees, left naked; exposed to frosts of winter; wise you are, to sleep! ---- ---- Water cascades down to a lake, falls again to form a deep, dark, cold pool. ---- ---- Without sight or sound, with neither words nor pictures, how would you have dreams? ---- ---- Never to do wrong, it’s necessary, never to do anything! ---- ---- Tranquillity is a gnarled old willow, weeping at the water’s edge. ---- ---- Immortal water falls through time , erodes hard stone, forms a deep, dark pool. ---- ---- Infallibility is a hindrance to wisdom; one learns from mistakes! ---- ---- Nature is unkind to trees; wrapped warm in Summer, left bare in Winter! ---- ---- New leaves, tender yet- cry out silently in fear- of cruel wind and frost. ---- ---- When death comes for me, remind the undertaker, I wear eye-liner! ---- ---- I craft words with care, transfer them tenderly to page. They remain, unread! ----

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Haiku is a Japanese verse form developed in the 15th and 16th centuries.  I'd never heard of it until a few years ago. I found them quite addictive, as you can tell.  I hope you find some of them thought provoking.

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