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


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


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