A Man's Best Friend

I had a dog before...
Flooded streets
... Mardi Gras is over

I had a dog before...
flooded streets
...Mardi Gras is over

mardi gras is over...
missing dog
in the flooded streets

yesterday's euthanasia
the dishes and litter box
already gone

in grandma's house
checking each room
for the dead cat

grandma's house
water dish and litter box
already gone

from room to room
through grandma's house
where's kitty?

in grandma's house
checking each room
for the dead cat

I can’t let go of this haiku. I think its fine the way it is, though should probably avoid being published with the other haiku. I get some sense of cartoon like humor from it, as morbid as that is, and yet others get a sense of longing and sadness. I like it when something can be different things to different people, and you aren’t necessarily focused directly into the meaning of the writing. Deidre

Spontaneous choreography
With my sweetie and new shoes.
Who cares in the supermarket!

new shoes
dancing with my sweetie
in the supermarket

in the supermarket
with my sweetie . . .
trying out new dancing shoes

spontaneous dance
with my sweetie in the supermarket
new shoes

Light in the window
Lazy on a sunday morning
Only you and me

Only you and me
Light in the window
Lazy Sunday morning

This makes me think of hanging out with a friend or significant other. Very sleepy and laid back tone. The attitude of not wanting to do anything and since it is a Sunday; we do not "have" to go to class. Maybe there was a long night before or studying, working, or partying, or maybe I just do not want to do anything this morning. The light is too bright and that is the only reason I am awake on this Sunday morning. Carrie

light in the window
lazy on a sunday morning
just you 'n me

I would just change the last line to: “just you ‘n me” Raquel

silence of the wilderness
broken—
laughs of drunken fishermen

serenity of the wilderness
broken—
laughs of drunken fishermen

dawn silence
across the lake
laughter of drunken fishermen

air conditioning
I place my head
on the desk

cool air conditioning
my gentle head
on the desk

jaded bliss
anticipating the moment
now lost

jaded bliss 
deep inside and out 
completely drained

Jaded Bliss
Lost and completely drained
Both inside and out

jaded bliss
(these seem to lack a setting)

Starry clear skies
A soothing place far away
Peaceful as can be

A rough day
A soothing place called home
Finally, peace at last

a rough day
a soothing place called home
finally, peace at last

rough day--
seeking solace
at home

(or:)

peace at last
I'm finally
home

running up the hill
wet red ferns
slapping my thighs

running up the hill
wet red ferns
slap my thighs

running after the dog
rain soaked red ferns
slap my thighs

one more hill home
wet fern fronds
slapping my thighs

running up the hill
wet red ferns
slap my thighs

running up the hill
damp red ferns
slap my thigh

morning
unspoken united team
dew brushes onto my legs

the buddhist monk
haggling with my mom
over the bhagavad gita

Summer's sunlight
A cool wind blows
Freshly cut grass

Summer’s sunlight
Freshly cut grass
A cool wind blows

Summers sunlight
The scent of freshly cut gas
The cool wind blows

my favorite pick:

light in the window
lazy on a sunday morning
only you and me

I picked this one because it goes along so well with what I talked about in my comments about Plate 4 from the Zen Art book. The image is very cute, a couple laying in bed on a Sunday morning, but I feel that the light in the beginning needs a little more direction. Maybe the light is grazing your significant other's arm, or it's being reflected in his/her eyes. If the haiku had something more along those lines, it would be perfect. Joanne

Rain falling into bed
of the pick-up truck where
we see children wet, Smiling

raindrops fall
into the pick-up bed
the wet children, smiling

A sea sunrise
Hook sinks, bobber floats there
A sea of burning glass

A sea sunrise
Hook sinks, bobber floats there
A sea of burning glass

fiery sunrise:
hook sinks, bobber floats
on a sea of burning glass

I loved the carefree wonderful feeling of no responsibility that this haiku evoked. There is special loveliness in the way that I could feel that calm of two people resting as the sun rise shine upon their work-week faces… Sunday is a day of rest, recovery, release, the Sabbath for the soul and sleepy body. Raquel