Five, seven, then five,
A universe in few words,
Silence holds the rest.
Ink scratches softly,
Syllables fall like soft rain,
Meaning blooms between.
A pause, then a line,
Seasons captured in three breaths,
Time shrinks, stretched in verse.
Haikus teach the eye
To linger on a small leaf,
A single dewdrop.
Quiet mind listens,
World whispers into syllables,
Brevity is king.
Moments become weight,
Light pressed into tiny cubes,
Haiku holds them still.
Evening wind murmurs,
The pen dances, short and sharp,
Echoes in the page.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Quite the series linked to the five seven five. Well done
This is amazing how you linked so many excellent haikus together. Excellent work and well written. Kudos!
Matthew, there’s a reflective thread running through this…not just showing the form, but what it does to perception. It moves from structure into experience, letting the reader sit in that stillness. Thoughtful, focused, and it lands. Powerful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Well done, your poem focuses on the form of haiku poetry, exploring its structure, the importance of observation, and the way it captures fleeting moments in nature and life.
Would that all haikus were as good and meaningful as these.
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