little smocklings sigh
but only while they're sleeping
morning comes roaring
here is my favorite haiku of all time. sadly, i do not know the author.
it reflects my slightly jaded world view while maintaining a playful voice:
tiny hotel soap
too small to wash my body
yet i take you home
just for fun, why not share one of your favorites? or, better yet, submit one of your own!
Not mine, but a friend's:
http://benedictambrose.wordpress.com/2008/04/11/mccritics/
http://benedictambrose.wordpress.com/2008/07/30/storm-light/
http://benedictambrose.wordpress.com/2008/05/06/apologia-pro-haiku-sua/
http://benedictambrose.wordpress.com/2008/07/21/anathemata/
His finest effort is not a haiku, however (though if one is familiar with neither the original nor Cumbernauld, it may not have the same effect:)
http://benedictambrose.wordpress.com/2008/04/03/mcslough/
dripping faucet drops
soothe inner waves of danger
and leave hope behind
here's one of my favorites:
Private Property
It's posted No Trespassing
but not from this side
Columns of numbers,
Adding up to not so much:
Where did it all go?
Where did it all go?
Tom Thumb, other bills, and gas;
Sssshhh! And new boots, too!