Monday, May 30, 2011

Haiku for May 30th: Zig-Zag Afternoon

Zig-zag afternoon.
Heat yawns back from the, it a.
Too weightless ridges.


Friday, May 27, 2011

Haiku for May 27th: Strange Be Remembering

Frog's fountain jerk, the
of breathing river foam, the
strange be remembering.


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Haiku for May 25th: Beirut Daughter

Beirut daughter names
me thankful. Gone in and thin
to leftovers of...

 

Monday, May 23, 2011

Haiku for May 23rd: Ice Hard Sharp

Slips sun, ice hard sharp.
Blunt thoughts slices sour thoughts-- is
gone.  Ice.  The flash pines.


This is one of those where the decisions I make on formatting can really change the reading of the haiku.  Is it "Slips sun, ice-hard sharp," or rather "Slips sun-ice, hard sharp"?

Some other formatting options could be:


Slips sun ice hard, sharp
blunt thoughts. Slices sour thoughts is--
Gone ice. The flash. Pines.



Or maybe:

 
Slips. Sun ice hard. Sharp.
Blunt. Thoughts slices sour. Thoughts is
gone. Ice the flash pines.


Poesytron has no "intention" when it creates.  In formatting its haiku for you, the reader, I am another author--or a translator, maybe, an intermediary force that shapes the poem and influences the meaning ascribed by your mind.

I am sure this intermediary step could also be automated, but I am in no way ready to tackle that computing challenge.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Haiku for May 20th: Lonely Loneliness

Lonely loneliness.
On white, the skin bowl, skin tip,
dark back. No plays. Young.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Haiku for May 18th: Attack the Fabric


Boy
I
The attack

Twisted
Perfuming
Twisted

Attack the fabric


Monday, May 16, 2011

Haiku for May 16th: Grooming Whiskers Sport


Minnows stones raked, the
haiku humble. She thus, no—
grooming whiskers sport.


Friday, May 13, 2011

Haiku for May 13th: Too Few Waves

 Halts rabbit, in just—
Turn.  Two few waves carving rock
The warming, breathing.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Haiku for May 11th: Guest With His Hat


Doze.
          Guest with his hat.

Before putting writing glove

The — oh, motherless.


Monday, May 9, 2011

Haiku for May 9th: Rice Wine

Rice paddies 

Rice wine

The withered pages between

its window, 

found its--



I did some creative formatting with this one.  (Though I'm not entirely happy with the way Blogger handles indentations, I'm not unhappy enough to mess with the html code to get it the way I would like.)