A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Metahaiku

200th Post

Fall, winter, now spring
Leaves and snow and cherry blooms
Grace my syllables.


Backpost III

My apologies…
I watched too much basketball
To write a haiku.

Backpost II, or, Why I Didn’t Post This Weekend

A blue screen of death
Vast as a tropical sea…
No haiku today.

I wrote this haiku on 2/19/2011 but, due to aforementioned BSOD, couldn’t post it then…


A haiku-less day
Waiting for inspiration
Like a detoured bus.


“The Muse, like a cat
Never comes when you call her”:
Unfinished haiku.

100th Post

Each day from fall to winter
One hundred haiku.


When the frog jumped in
Basho’s venerable pond,
Which one made the sound?

My perhaps irreverent response to one of the most famous haiku ever written, the “frog pond” of Basho:

Old pond
A frog jumps in…
The sound of water.