Hum of Summer Clouds Haiku

rippling sunshine

a hum of summer clouds 

in the mountain stream

NeverEnding Story, August 11 2026

FYI: It might be interesting to do a comparison reading of my haiku below:

the sky dappled

with cotton candy clouds ...

summer fair

Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, 6:2, Spring/Summer 2023

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a loon call

held by the mountain lake

summer moonlight

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predawn darkness

the silence between me

and a world to come

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For Sale askew

a porch dreamcatcher

gathers dust

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waiting room smell

patch by patch summer sunlight

slips out of the door

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a full moon

between the sarsen stones 

of Stonehenge

one silhouette ghosting

across the gravel path

Forest Bathing Trail Haiku

forest bathing trail ...

the scent of dappled sunlight

and birdsong

Cafe Haiku, April 27 2026

Great Blue Heron Haiku

lone great blue heron

crack after crack splitting

the frozen river

Cafe Haiku, April 27 2026

Lone Bear Haiku

a lone bear

wind-sculpted ice cliff

in twilight

Cafe Haiku, April 27 2026

Seaside Train Trip Tanka

seaside train trip

to my childhood hometown

with eyes closed

and the window ajar

I breathe in, and breathe out ... 

Laurels, 5, 2026

Pink Roses Drooping Tanka

pink roses

drooping in a vase—

the shadow

of the psychiatrist

darkens my niece's face

hedgerow, 152, 2026

One Stray Blossom Haiku

breezy sunshine

in a field of poppies

one stray blossom

NeverEnding Story, August 5 2026

FYI: My haiku is allusive to the following:

across the road

from a field of sunflowers:

a sunflower

Basho

Bashō's haiku relies on spatial juxtaposition ("across the road"), making the lone sunflower unmistakably distinct from the field.

My haiku relies on selective perception. The "stray blossom" may be physically separated, but the haiku leaves that open. The emphasis is on the act of noticing one flower within abundance.

Furthermore, "stray" in L3 introduces a different emotional coloring. Bashō's solitary sunflower is simply there; it is not described as aberrant or misplaced. Stray adds a sense of deviation, which makes the haiku more dynamic. It invites metaphorical interpretation.

A reader might see the stray blossom as:

an individual within a crowd,

someone who does not conform,

an outsider,

a free spirit,

or simply the one who catches the observer's attention.

None of these meanings is stated. They arise naturally from the image itself.

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red balloon drifting

over skyscrapers, a child's gaze

from the wheelchair

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miles apart

loons calling each other ...

a sea between us

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inside

the sea turtle shell:

salt crystals

FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku below:

the life

I leave behind ...

a turtle's shell

On down the Road: HSA Members' Anthology, 2017

Added: No More Fairy Tales, LVII

smoky sunset

cloaking the country road

while birds scatter

in the rearview mirror

all that I was behind me

FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my poem below:

No More Fairy Tales, LVI

What has been will be again

Acrid black columns choke the morning sun. Trapped in a valley of smoke, cars barrel past leaping tongues of fire. Across Northern Ontario, wildfires burn hotter, bigger, and deadlier than ever. More than one thousand miles away, their smoke casts an orange haze over New York's crawling traffic.

Meanwhile, silhouetted against smoky skies, the Premier’s mouth opens and closes for the camera lights, broadcasting word after word into the heat.

tongues of forest fire

there is no Plan[et] B, the rest

blah, blah, blah...

NeverEnding Story, July 18 2026

Night Breeze Haiku

scent of night breeze

pink blossoms drizzle

with laughter

PJCA’s First International Multilingual Haiku Anthology, 2026

Remembering

"doctor, please

the sounds, they won''t leave"

a boy mutters …

buzzing of drones, roar of jets

screams of Gazans, living and dead

For days he lies curled in a shelter bed, staring at the pockmarked wall as if it could answer him, until the sounds lodged deep inside his head finally overwhelm him.

When the razor wire outside glints with the first light of a new day, silence enters his head … and his life, five years older than the war that claimed it.

Ribbons, 22:1, 2026

Human, All Too Human

heated breaths

and tangled bedsheets

bodies and dreams . . .

the bittersweet burden

of this love affair

 

to Kintsugi Master

I lament, with gold glue

could you piece back

my shattered heart?

a cloak of silence falls

 

chance encounter

at a motel ice machine . . .

with eyes and hands

we undress each other’s armor

curling into a single dream

Ribbons, 22:1, 2026

Mind Snow-White Haiku

In response to Anaïs Nin's claim:

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write.

the clock stares back

before robinsong rising

my mind snow-white

NeverEnding Story, August 1 2026

Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCII: "peace and pieces"

Inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's remark in his book, Sculpting in Time:

Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.

And also in response to Donald Trump's Gaza "Peace Plan"

day to night to day

smoke columns climb without end

Israel wants peace: 

piece by piece from Palestine

through Lebanon, Syria ...

Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCIII: "biggest crime scene"

not a "strip"

but the world's biggest crime scene ...

amid the rubble

a Gazan boy, unmoving

stares at the smoke-smeared moon

War News on Mute Tanka

war news on mute …

the morning light spills

over garden beds

where herb seeds nudge the crust

seeking room to grow

Ribbons, 22:1, 2026

Gliding Kayaks Tanka

gliding kayaks ...

ripple after ripple

overlapping

summer stars that bridge

what words never could

NeverEnding Story, July 30 2026

Added:

the time it takes

for my aging beagle

to close his eyes—

crumbled dog-treat pieces

left in my jean pocket

FYI: My tanka below could be read as its sequel:

my neighbor’s dog

hit by a red sports car ...

after our walk

she tells me she  sees

his shape in the clouds

Bright Stars, VI, 2014

Added:

one tide cycle

after another and another

across the Pacific 

pulling out, returning anew ...

my heart still on the other shore

Added:

to stay or to go

I murmur to myself

again and again 

through the autumn wind 

each leaf zigzags its way down

Added:

all things must pass,

the seasons teach me this —

yet I still press

my face into her lingerie

forgotten in the basket

Lilac Breeze Haiku

lilac breeze

the bumblebees

crescendo

The Solitary Daisy, 68, 2026

Hospice Twilight Haiku

hospice twilight

the pull of Father's voice

before his words

Leaf Haiku, 9, 2026

Cockroaches Kyoka

Realm of Contagious Stupidity, II

In response to India's "cockroach" movement

what if 

all cockroaches come together?

punch after punch

stamp upon stamp

across The Metamorphosis

NeverEnding Story, July 27 2026 

FYI: Ls 1&2, "what if all cockroaches come together?," refer to the viral, youth-led Cockroach Janta Party (CJP) movement in India.

The structure of this politically satirical kyōka is built around a reversal of the premise of Kafka's The Metamorphosis. ... For more detailed comments, see "Reading More and Writing Better: Cockroaches Kyoka"

Lean Stray Haiku

a lean stray scratches

at its frosted shadow ...

end of the year

Leaf Haiku, 9, 2026

Dying Winter Light Haiku

the weight

of dying winter light ...

crow after crow

Leaf Haiku, 9, 2026

All the Feelings Tanka

(FYI: The following is the first installment of Realm of Contagious Stupidity, an ongoing series of contemporary, satirical kyōka examining modern culture and politics.

Realm of Contagious Stupidity, I

In response to Dietrich Bonhoeffer: "Against stupidity we are defenseless."

at the gallery

a plane mirror with a sign:

the DUMBEST --

no one stands before it

except a Trump lookalike

FYI: The Guardian, Oct. 2 2025: A critique of pure stupidity: understanding Trump 2.0

If the first term of Donald Trump provoked anxiety over the fate of objective knowledge, the second has led to claims we live in a world-historical age of stupid, accelerated by big tech. But might there be a way out?)

I was told

to hide all the feelings

once grown --

carrying this silver casket

I shed tears for her, and me

NeverEnding Story, July 24 2026

FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka below:

with each sob

his body convulses …

in the hospital

for the first time

I embrace a man

Ribbons, 7:4, Winter 2011

Added:

my brain humming 

with scraps of Sappho  

while Eros stirs ...

"I'll be a poet," I confess

to my river reflection

Added: This Brave New World, CXXVIII

another lineup

round the block near a foodbank

wall-mounted TV

blasting "sunlight on demand"

"orbiting data centers"

FYI: The Tyee, July 23 2026: 

Reflect Orbital's giant mirror to create “sunlight on demand” was just approved by the United States Federal Communications Commission, or FCC,

In February, SpaceX filed with the FCC for one million more satellites, for “AI data centers.”

Added:

dust motes  

in slanted moonlight—  

I settle  

into what remains

after bankruptcy

Train-Top Ride

train-top ride

a migrant boy weighs

dawn's early light

Modern Haiku, 57:1, 2026

FYI: L3 alludes to the opening lines of "The Star-Spangled Banner:"

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight

O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?