Bird on a windy day
wind blusters
tree sways branch bends. Bird
lands neatly
Master and pupil
master and pupil
both teach both learn both laugh at
their own foolishness
food freak
yesterday
I did not eat food
repelled me
Smoking
lighter clicks
cigarette flares smoke
drifts upwards
Old man
an old man looks at
me I reach out to touch him
him in the mirror
Untitled. This isn’t a formal haiku, but written in freeform
smoke from burning desire
eyes stinging
tears of disappointment
Aquarium. This one is in traditional 5/7/5 format
coloured slivers dart
between swaying weeds bubbles
rise in rippling light
Lost in the woods. 5/7/5 again, about a childhood terror
water drops from the trees
unseen pebbles try to trip
cold uncertain feet
Untitled. A bit of a departure here; this is in 3/5/3
beckoning
my lover summons
me I fall
Birthday Self explanatory, in 5/7/5
hop skip jump run laugh
pretend I’m an aeroplane
on my fifth birthday
Lion Here’s one about irrational childhood fear
I fear the lion
in the attic no-one else
sees it. It’s waiting
Writer. About being obsessional
icy winds
my hands are clumsy
still I write
Untitled, a love poem
I bask in the warmth
of my lover’s sun, flourish
blossom gaudily
Earrings. Another love poem about a bit of a foible of mine
she puts in earrings
head tilts, the curve of her neck
make me desire her
Big brother, and Adults lie. These are about the age gaps when you’re young
my big brother runs
faster than I. ‘Wait for me!’
I trail behind him
This second one is a bit of a cheat, since it’s in two stanzas
as old as my tongue
a bit older than my teeth
I don’t understand
why grownups won’t tell me
how old they are ‘That’s rude.’ Why?
I tell them I’m six
Untitled. About the horrors of abandonment at any age
abandoned child pleads
I’ll be good don’t leave me begs
rejected lover
Peach This should be self explanatory
glass bowl peach
soft sweet it has a
worm in it
nobodysreadingme 
Well done 🙂
Thank you.
I like them all, but I like the last one best.
Thanks. There’s a new one today
Reading these I am reminded again if why I love haikus. These are beautiful!
Gosh. Thanks. I’m glad you liked them. See, I’m not just a guy with a redneck alter ego. 🙂
I love this serious side to you. Well done. The Writer and you love haiku are my fav so far
Thank you, and please ignore the last part of my reply to your earlier comment if you get me.
This electro-timelag is a major pain sometimes
Some nice haikus there.
I liked particularly the one about the chilly-fingered writer and the sweet worm in a bowl of peach, or is it the worm in a bowl of sweet peach.
Errrmmm. Not sure. I think the worm was in the sweet peach. I think. Oh now I’m confused
I like Food Freak.. honest and bare. I like it..
expressive
Thanks. I think I’ll leave it up there
I like them all, but the bird and the old man, the most.
Thank you very much. The haiku go back to my early blogging days, before I established my ‘How to…’ approach. It was an experiment prompted by a challenge from somebody. Then of course I got silly and did The Haikus of Lee Roy Fuckwit, my beer swilling, womanising, baccy chewing South Carolina NASCAR driver…