Found haiku 1
Haiku is everywhere, just waiting to be discovered! Among the several I’ve recently “found”, here are two: one in a stack of books and one in a Shakespearean sonnet.
Haiku hiding in plain sight. Who would’ve figured? :- D
Book Spine Haiku No. 1
winter morning walks
beneath gray skies
the uncommon appeal of clouds
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Reading Between the Lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet No. 2: Elizabethan Haiku No. 2
winter in thy field . . .
a tattered weed
where days were once warm
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse’
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
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