Almost transparent

Almost transparent
It seems against the great sea.
Moon in sun's domain.

Brownian motion

Brownian motion
Hunters casing the show floor
Shopping for their bliss.

Her voice was captured

Her voice was captured
Inside a piece of plastic
Now the djinn set free.

Waiting to be loved

Waiting to be loved,
Bright-eyed face on dark canvas.
Watching us. Longing.

Catching fireflies

Catching fireflies
And setting them free again,
Borrowing their light.

Forever she waits:

Forever she waits:
The succession of moments
Each eternity.

Surrounding windows

Surrounding windows
Offer me no view outside
Utterly opaque.

Sunlight reminding

Sunlight reminding
What is luminous in me:
Forgotten wonder.

Me (the blog):

I'm taking myself too seriously.

And I'm felling some budding exhibitionism.

I thought about a hit counter, so I would know if anybody was reading me, but all the free hit counters I found had ads attached to them, and I don't like ads. Anyway, more than I really want to know how many people look and how often, I really want some feed-back from whoever does read me. If you are willing, if you are a frequent reader, or have just now stumbled upon me, please comment on a haiku you like, or don't like, and, if you can, tell me why. Pick one, and pick it apart, critique it, deconstruct it, hypothesize about its historical context, or just tell me you think it’s poop, whatever floats your boat. I’ll keep going, even if no one responds, but I'd love to know what you think.

Thanks.

Yours truly,

Haikuoftheday

Moonlight on the floor

Moonlight on the floor
Cut into venetian lines,
Moon-eyes casting stripes.

See the empty branches

See the empty branches
Reaching up into the mist.
All the birds have flown.

Perfect in two tones.

Perfect in two tones
Burgundy around soft blush
Brief ideal roseness.

More mysterious

More mysterious
The moon, its phases, shadows,
And cool, dark embrace.

Away from the dark

Away from the dark
My fibers stretching, reaching
For sweet warmth of sun.

Toward harder end

Toward harder end
Of the beginning of day
Sun breaks midst gridlock.

Not a butterfly

Not a butterfly
Her outstretched wings brown and orange
She is more subtle.

Driven by urges

Driven by urges
Beyond his comprehension
Nature pulls his strings.

Finally flowing

Finally flowing
Though the broken dam of clouds
Sunshine fermented.

Twice the blasting bring

Twice the blasting bring
Sings its melancholy song
Rushing behind me.

She's waited as long

She's waited as long
As she can stand. She bursts out
Of hiding, brown streak.

Untimely flower

Untimely flower
Blooming from cement joint crack;
February sun.

Locked to iron parts

Locked to iron parts
Of our cars, we, oxygen
In city artery.

Soft shadow cast long

Soft shadow cast long
Blanket hiding tonight's birth
Another day done.

Red crayon rolling

Red crayon rolling
Away from itself, two parts
Broken on impact.

Water soft patter

Water soft patter
Silence of the ebb-tide come
Speaking supple tongues.