Most of these are lunes — but one of the best haikuists I know tells me they can be called haiku too, so from now on I'm not going to differentiate in the labelling.
Her face turns whiter
as I gaze
down time’s long tunnel.
6/8/10
I walk alone
to hear their cold music,
the sonorous waves.
............................
Recalling those eyes,
I am back
in youth and summer.
8/8/10
Fried mushrooms on toast
and our daughter visiting —
lunch was good today.
15/8/10
And some Dada:
ha ha ha ha ha
hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! hah!
ah ha ha haiku
And some not-really-Dada:
Hi I hai I ku
high high high high high haiku
I ku I ku ... you?
27/8/10
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