These are haiku/senryu I’ve published on Threads. Each is preceded by the day’s single-word prompt by @haikufeels.

portend
October waxes —
portends haikuists’ scribblings —
full moon; an owl hoots

hex
I’m 37 —
a youth, a spring chicken in
hexadecimal

pass
The hours will pass
with my eyes closed or open
— I choose awareness

lesson
Don’t cheap out, Gramps said,
less’n that'll cost you more
over the long term

feather
Light as a feather,
the good days — and the others,
as heavy as lead

study
Study: verb or noun?
I am happiest doing
one in the other

sing
Old friend Walt Whitman
sings the body electric —
mine sputters and sparks

prickle
I like a srandwich
with prickle and tromato,
mrustard and mrayo

lather
Meetings, deadlines, Slack
have me all in a lather —
thank goodness for rain

sail
An introduction —
no ego, kindness, delight —
and hopes set sail

enforce
Diet of kindness
enforces a regimen
of kindness returned

crawl
Four-thirty Friday
Work week not yet done: email
Time slows to a crawl

diet
The corporate life
a diet of stress and strain
paycheck and no more

clasp
Putting in edgers.
Quick work? No. Just down, old roots.
Digging hands clasp time.

gouge
A glacial cleft,
a gouge in the horizon —
young iceberg is free

graze
In hindsight, their slights
only grazed me — one needn’t
be quite so wounded

slither
All eyes are on him —
they listen with rapt regard —
envy slithers in

hear
Standing stock-still — now,
an hour after parting,
hearing what he said

exit
When I sit — just sit —
for a while, watching the clouds —
ego slips away

bait
Midge on pond water,
free, fearless — alas for fish,
there’s a string attached

classify
Among other Wednesdays,
this one falls in the middle —
hump of the bell curve

summer
At Labor Day’s end —
equinox notwithstanding —
summer’s a lame duck

horseback
"O Muse, we are lost!"
I cried until hoarse, back
when I knew we’d fail

summer
At Labor Day’s end —
equinox notwithstanding —
summer is a lame duck

landscape
Each soul a landscape
of feeling: dull plains, bright peaks;
crevasses; quicksand

act
O Staff Meeting! Thou
art Shakespearean in thy
cunning treacheries

rip
Leave me high and dry —
I’m fine. Tell me I don't try —
my heart rips in two

prompt
Friday feet seek porch
and sunset, end of strife, like
soft rain weeps downhill

navigate
Life, though short, is long
No two decades are the same
River rapids; rocks

repeat
Arise. Black coffee.
Slack messages await.
Thus the rent is paid.

wear
He wears his summer
like a brown glory — nineteen
months old, triumphant

conjure
Sea, sand, family —
and work deadlines all on pause —
conjure simple peace

monsoon
Monsoon is the wind
that carries the rain — power
of metonymy

sunburn
What of Icarus
and his nose? feathers, wax, yes —
did it tan, or peel?

evict
Eve, icked out by snake’s
over-eager sales pitch,
casts doubt on apple

focus
Attention’s spotlight
drifts away from Slack, spreadsheets —
rain on windowpane

learn
Feet and time trace paths
on the rug and down the hall
— our places learn us

planet
Planet: wanderer
in Greek, dwelling at home in
no constellation

choose
Raindrop on tree branch —
debating on when to fall?
If not now, then when?

leak
Today’s roof leak —
nature’s probing fingers seek
future time’s ruins pbpaste | ./haifmt prompt

roll
A lakeside sunset —
waves roll forth, then whisper back
on into dark night

fuse
A well-used candle
and its dish, cold and solid —
fused in work well done

journal
Journal cover is
a coffee-ring palimpsest —
layered thoughts within

plummet
As lemmings to cliffs,
we charge ahead, cluelessly,
until the plummet

spread
Western setting sun
spreads orchid, rose, and amber
wide to eastern sky

leak
Today's roof leak —
nature's probing fingers seek
future time's ruins

smolder
Old hurts still smolder,
flaring into flame at the
breath of fresh contempt

vessel
Pottery shards in
dark earth — a vessel of hopes
old, maybe broken

lazy
Be not fooled — lazy
river carries along a
continent of silt

rile
Stones in the river —
seaward flow disrupted —
riled, then smoothed out

lawless
Birds at the cat dish —
no remorse, no recompense —
feline law withheld

tackle
With block and tackle,
heavy loads are lifted by
weak hands — and much rope

moment
"I am not sleepy!"
In times of such great moment,
child’s power stands tall

lug
To carry regrets
is human; to let them go
is a gift to self

lecture
Etymology
of lecture is just reading —
more peaceful that way

wise
Following Socrates,
I’m wisest when admitting,
at last, I know squat

pollen
Panspermia is
pollination, but on a
galactic scale

wine
In the wine-dark sea,
raft smashed, Ulysses was free —
“I’ll swim for it”

monarch
Death mask made of gold —
Gaze on glory, ye who see! —
tourists in flip-flops

tarry
On late autumn porch,
sun now sets earlier — dusk —-
time enough

commit
Sins tabulated:
envy, pride, sloth, crankiness —
we forgive ourselves

rebuild
Decades in I know
not all is best the first time —
we rebuild, better

lease
Life itself — to lease,
not own — borrow and return,
parents to children

reuse
Read old books with eyes
open — re-use old lessons,
make your own new ones

observe
Sparrow overhead —
silent, head tilted — watching
my every errand

subtract
Joy is added to
by random acts of kindness
— petty spites subtract

machine
Show me a machine
that makes me happier — then
I'll buy it, else no

mature
Middle-school humor,
fifty-year-old humor have
surprising overlap

layer
Sudden rages burst —
Why? Acquiescence thinly
layered on old pain

manage
How did Mom manage
job, Dad, us two kids fighting?
Too late to ask her

leap
"Pleased to meet you", smile,
and turn — no great leap to guess:
no love is lost there

collect
In my sixth decade —
regrets, joys, hopes collected —
interests compounded

sleep
To sleep, perchance to
wake not icked out by spawn of
my subconscious mind

jump
You cough behind me —
so hilariously, I
jump out of my skin

paint
While I'm awaiting
"Your call's important to us!",
paint on wall peels

squash
Microaggressions
ruin life's joys, bleed soul dry,
squash optimism

compose
The way she kissed me,
poetry composed itself —
oh so long ago

hold
Snared between bear's teeth —
salmon flips and away — scarred,
freedom is better

knit
Rain tapping on roof;
heartbeats gathered together
underneath, close knit

glitch
Noble bird spies cave —
warm, inviting, food within —
one glitch — window pane

glide
Goose, wings wide, gliding
low over river water —
I would trade places

seethe
At age seventeen
I could not wait to get out —
incessant seething

quench
Plunged hissing, steaming,
into cold water — red-hot
iron now cold, cruel

acquire
Post-breakup move-out:
not happy, yet occasion
to lighten the soul

nudge
With a nudge of oar
one is afloat on water,
unmoored from worry

canoe
Full moon glints jumbled
on inky river ripples —
paddle pulls homeward

volunteer
She planted daisies
every year, my grandma, then
— behold — hydrangea

buy
Every time you say
I'm just over-sensitive
I'm not buying it

gallop
Waiting quietly,
showing no worry — inside,
a galloping heart

stall
Unsavory task
is ready for me to work
on it ... excuses ...

evade
But how was _your_ day?
I hasten to add, hoping
you'll follow the slip

conclude
Office workday ends
Drink on porch with beloved
The sun sets; meaning

knot
In knots, I say what
I fear leaving unsaid — I
hang on your reply

whole
Four billion years old —
bruised, pockmarked, pummeled, cratered —
still a whole moon

sauce
Silent resentments,
simmering hot and red like
a sauce, bubbling

solid
Eons of waves make
sand into stone — still solid,
yet differently so

stay
It is cold outside —
no hurrying meteors —
let’s wait a bit more

connect
Stuck for long delay
side by side on the metro —
someone cracks a joke

twist
The oldest of trees
rises not straight and easy
but twisted, like pain

divide
Rocky Mountain drop
of rain lands on summit and
teeters, east, or west ...

plant
Asphalt sidewalk, once
during civilization's
peak — now broken, green

curl
Ancient paint curls
and flakes, which once lay flat — in
motion we don't see

begin
Seven years estranged —
eyes sideways, hesitating —
mouth opens to speak

relish
Workplace victory
is yours — are you happy now,
relishing your ruse?

mother
mother
This day, at my age,
no need for card or phone call —
smile; remember her

cast
Late-night cringy thoughts —
those I've ever mistreated —
a cast of thousands

eat
The center can hold —
spider cafeteria —
a web of flies

fence
A look of distaste —
your face falls as I walk up —
never mind, I'll go

zigzag
Life goals from day one?
No, I'd say I'm getting there
caroming like a pinball

lounge
Atop arm of couch,
domesticated killer
flicks tail and squints

garden
Stranger on metro,
silent — what hopes dwell within?
A garden of their own

swim
Under the kayak
swim fish unseen — tending to
errands of their own

sew
Mom reading aloud
to us when young — forever
sewn in memory

move
Lying still as mud,
in my chest a tap of pulse —
never motionless

carve
One patient river
and millions of years — just wait —
made the canyon grand

scrub
I love spring leaves — but —
car bedazzled with pollen —
it needs a good scrub

abuse
What went wrong? To start,
“you’re just imagining things”
did us no favors

recycle

Out in the forest —
no leaf rake, scooping, or bags —
a thick palimpsest

reform
Chastised, we regret
while planning next steps — to wit:
don’t get caught next time

shoot
Meteor’s demise —
billion years, silent orbits —
seconds of bright flame

nap
The job pays the bills
and I do need to eat — but
oh, to nap sometimes ...

value
White snow — no nuts seen —
but our squirrel friend
knows where each one is

turn
Beard greys as leaves turn —
mind toward knowledge ever yearns —
old passions still burn

punish
Many will shame you
for wanting their honesty —
parents, or partners

embrace
Catch-all cooking tip:
when in doubt, add more garlic —
embrace the moment

discover
Blank sky, calm water —
then, with goggles, dive below —
intricate marvels

mask
Microaggressions
leave me not angry enough
to fight — just despair

enlist
After the big scene —
truly asking, please tell me —
was I the jerk there?

unwind
Modern-day irony:
getting up to exercise —
best way to unwind

flick
The cat is now “fed”,
inasmuch as there’s a dish
of food — tail flick — bye

eclipse
My heart has broken
so many times — yet with you
all else pales behind

suspect
Weekly staff meeting —
one person is defensive —
another sits smug

permit
Saturday morning —
no to-do list, no guilts tripped —
consciousness can wait

pay
One more drink can’t hurt — ?
Except at my age, oh yes,
by morning it will

ghost
Fifty years they had —
good ones, both said — reminders
of the possible

discount
Discounting the risks,
our friend chicken crossed the road
for reasons untold

rest
Turtle on day off,
northbound geese coasting mid-flight —
rest is relative

prank (April 1 2024)
There once was a poet named Anne
who cooked up an internet plan
  to inspire haiku
  in the hearts of all you
but Fools’ Day is now here at hand

elope
Paper and scissors
have finally worked it out —
poor rock, all alone

lie
On riverbed floor
lies a stone cast in anger
eight hundred years ago

scam
Palaces and yachts;
hovels, starvation; all on
an abundant earth

dream
As cats chase mouse toys,
humans chase dream homes, cars, wealth —
ever compulsion

rinse
After desert rain,
once-dusty streets now glisten
momentarily

drive
High up and southward
geese beat their wings, veeing heads-
first into cold rain

lift
Spring pollen arrives —
much aloft — and to my nose —
another tissue

embark
Drop of melting ice
quivers on hillside tree branch:
ocean, here I come

guess
Wondering if this
will go well — already your
jaw sets — I guess not

want
For want of a nail
the shoe was lost — alas, poor
tilty three-shoed horse

have
Of all the moments
that ever were, only one,
only now, is ours

nod
Flowers nod in breeze
— cliché, I know — sorry, folks —
a long day at work

wash
Arroyo, wadi,
wash: shaped like a river, but
dry almost always

sacrifice
Green leaves without rain
All droop; seven green, three brown
How are they chosen?

drizzle
Drizzle all morning
No punctuation — and then
a crack of thunder

soak
Five days of rain now
and still counting — rivulets
wending riverward

snag
Just one more thing, sir —
before you board the airplane —
have you your passport?

tidal
Locked eternally
facing Earth’s aches — does the moon
wish for innocence?

drift
Sit, said Master Thay,
like a pebble drifting down
to rest in water

tumble
Twisting river, roar
approaching, fall of water,
down to stones below

hike
We climbed that mountain
Above the clouds, fog all around —
a different heaven

accident
It was a third date —
Mom and Dad had barely met —
and now here I am

lullaby
Gentle roof murmurs
Open-window petrichor
Night rain soothes the soul

bend
Breeze bends through curtains
as light as memory, heavy
as wistful regret

vacant
Uncircled peace signs
end abruptly in mid-beach —
shorebird has flown away

river
Long runs and rushes —
the ancient seaward river
folds, turns, flows through time

fickle
The weather, and cats —
what else is fickle? My own
creativity

cake
Baby elephant
caked with mud, small and forlorn —
Mom’s nasal shower

meditate
Still air, pond, hot sun
Dragonfly alights on stem —
waits, and longer waits

assemble
Sidewalk scattering —
O Pigeon Optimism! —
there aren’t enough seeds

pick
Seagull drops a clam
to the stony shore below —
dines on the halfshell

cut
Orchard branches pruned —
in with good, out with bad — but
who wields the knife?

need
Becalmed in mid-sea,
three side-eyeing sailors wait
for a hint of breeze

weave
Final breath — she let
loose strands of life she had so
carefully woven

question
Grey clouds hang shaggy
Like sheep’s untended belly wool
Hints of maybe rain

design
Brand-new spider web
Bead of water glints in sun
No insects fooled yet

paddle
Mallard pair: brown, green
On water, silence — before
and after rainfall

see
Always five stars: six,
one night — what solar system’s
birth or death unfolds?

exclude
Old man and the sea
spoiler alert: fish get caught
No white whale, no sale

request
Mrs. Dalloway
plot summary: rejection
comes back to party

debate
Treeful of swallows;
another dawn; cacophony
ensues, and then flight

describe
Bare, waving branches
describe hopes for the future
upon a grey sky

elicit
Two tentative buds
feeling sun, loosening bonds,
risking a late frost

include
I water my plants
almost as much as I should
green leaves, one yellow

clean
Dishwasher is full
and run. My conscience is clean.
And who needs cupboards.

vibrate
Aspen leaves in fall
A million quivering glints
Hillside ashimmer

fire
Cold ash: job well done
Unburnt wood lumps: you refused
to help out last night

subdue
People are coming
and going, all the day long
Cat squints; tail twitch

play
Hot day in summer
People seek shade and water
Petals sway in breeze

condemn
Century-old home
Now grey and splintered timbers
Sunlight peeks between

reply
Deep cavern, darkness
Water, no sun, no algae
One plink, one echo

sketch
Horizontal sunset
Green tree, black shadow on wall
Two trees side by side

code
Bird chatter fills trees
One certain distant trill — one
wide-eyed bird aroused

stab
Cringing to think of
an ineptitude of mine
thirty years ago

protest
Two cat dishes placed
One whiskered head bows to eat
One raised tail departs

cook
Desert sun’s hammer blows
left me reeling, out of state
seeking shade eastward

negotiate
Past root, bole, and fen,
the many-voiced river wends
murmuring seaward

confused
Eyes closed in the woods
Leaf, bird, bug, deer, snake, mouse sounds
A confusion of lives

retreat
Mouse tiptoes outward
Owl flies low; moon silhouette
A hungry retreat

create
Winter’s first snowfall
Asphalt creations shrouded
Silence surrounding

spend
Snowcloud burdens spent,
silent fields lie sparkling
crisp under starlight

allow
Noonday sun allows
the night storm’s icicles one
brief pendulous drop

add
Snowflakes add, glacier
ancient and ever higher
until the world changes

collapse
Melting icicle
sparkles, drips, not yet fallen —
sword of Damocles

allocate
Beet, pea, cabbage seeds,
hidden all in their rows, sleep
under winter soil

imply
Cold and rainy still
Trees yet twigged and skeletal
Squint to see bud tips

forgive
Rat-a-tat-a-tat
Door slams; woodpecker pauses
Rat-a-tat-a-tat

accept
Leaves curled, they need
water — gratefully they yield
joyful petrichor

laugh
Little icy brook
tumbles laughing over old
dead fallen branches

insist
Green tendrils wending,
like fingers prying barred doors,
up through crumbling brick

remember
Grandfather’s keys, coins,
knife, life gone — leaving only
scratches on old desk

whisper
Late, silent attic
Leafing idly through yearbooks
Memories whisper

educate
Mom and Dad fighting
He won, she lost; he smiled smug
Decades she waited

model
Airplane window seat —
all simple below — one of
my favorite places