Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Jml42 · Aug 4, 2018

Such precocious nerves
A courtroom of crows - aloof
Little beak; big words

zanzjan · Aug 6, 2018

Little beak, big words
chirped out to an empty room:
"the butler did it..."

Jml42 · Aug 7, 2018

“The butler did it...”
A little girl held a spoon,
licked her reflection.

(Lol, sorry mate.)

zanzjan · Aug 7, 2018

Licked, her reflection
surrendered; shadow-boxing
one's ego, hit hard.

Jml42 · Aug 8, 2018

One’s ego hit, hard
on Two’s palm, soft on Three’s thumb.
More finger, less glove.

Perscribo · Aug 12, 2018

More finger less glove
upon the pulse of small wrists
molds far finer hands.

DanielSTJ · Aug 14, 2018

Molds far finer hands
Romance in the fingertips
Aching for the sky

zanzjan · Aug 14, 2018

Aching for the sky,
and a distant sunny land.
I'm off to Worldcon!*

(* well, tomorrow, but...**)
(** sorry for the last line, next person!)

Perscribo · Aug 16, 2018

I’m off to Worldcon
to show off my robot cat
in a time machine.

DanielSTJ · Aug 17, 2018

In a time machine
The sands pass over oceans
To become green fields

CDSinex · Aug 18, 2018

To become green fields
patience, and a little rain—
both in short supply

Jml42 · Aug 18, 2018

Both in short supply:
soil next to Dad, and flowers
picked with Mother’s touch.

DanielSTJ · Aug 19, 2018

Picked with Mother's touch
the kaleidoscope flowers
blooming his lost soul

Perscribo · Aug 20, 2018

Into his lost soul
the demon slipped without sound
writing dark haikus.

zanzjan · Aug 20, 2018

Writing dark haikus
is easier than writing
haiku in the dark.

DanielSTJ · Aug 21, 2018

Haiku in the dark
Send me whispers in the night
To make it through day

CDSinex · Aug 27, 2018

To make it through day-
light, cicadas count seconds—
nightfall comes early

Perscribo · Aug 27, 2018

nightfall comes early
casting memories of black
under a full moon

zanzjan · Aug 28, 2018

Under a full moon
I dealt my cards, called your bluff,
claimed your spells as mine.

Perscribo · Sep 2, 2018

claim your spell as mine
calms the tempest in your mind
to rippling blue tides

zanzjan · Sep 4, 2018

To rippling blue tides
I cast my bottle, my note
which pleads: Send Me Hope.

B.D. Eyeslie · Sep 13, 2018

Which pleads send me hope,
a verse written in Wing Dings,
or oblique endings?

zanzjan · Sep 17, 2018

Our oblique endings
no pomp, no circumstance, just
shadow, ash, and ghosts.

Perscribo · Sep 18, 2018

Shadow, ash, and ghosts
are required ingredients
in the best war paint.

CDSinex · Sep 18, 2018

In the best war paint
wood ducks on an autumn pond
plot their southward charge

Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

new fish;learning about algal bloom

killin' all teh werds

new fish;learning about algal bloom

killin' all teh werds

new fish;learning about algal bloom

Pound cake.

The Wandering Bard

killin' all teh werds

Pound cake.

The Wandering Bard

Imagine something clever here.

new fish;learning about algal bloom

The Wandering Bard

Pound cake.

killin' all teh werds

The Wandering Bard

Imagine something clever here.

Pound cake.

killin' all teh werds

Pound cake.

killin' all teh werds

killin' all teh werds

Pound cake.

Imagine something clever here.