Daily Haiku

sun slips through wood slats
warmth dancing across my toes
summer's last remains
 
#38 is the most important one, accordibng to haiku purists.

Describe stuff like it is.

That means:
No metaphors or similies. No "a slice of moon", since it is not, in fact, a slice.
No value words. A sunset is not "pretty". Because that's your opinion of the sunset, not the sunset itself.
No emotions and human thoughts.


Red to black sunset;
dusk winds still.
Night hunters stir.



Mist in the valley,
grey wisps between pines,
pierced by crows.
 
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The cats flood my floor
waiting for breakfast, in a
milk-and-ink whirlpool


I know a forum where all conversation is conducted in ku!

There is a form called senryku which comments on human foibles and conditions etc. It's perfect for getting into arguments or flyting;

little warrior
our laughter will accompany you
right out the damn door.
 
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A warmth beside me
A hand reaches out to touch
A presence, my wife.
 
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