11 – 29

29 November, 2018

gliding sunset sails

water trails on waking dreams –

slip the horizon


© 180916c Impism 2018


Rich Unger tells me, “Given I go by Imp as my pseudonym and am part Gallifreyan, on the distaff side of the family, I have a passing knowledge of portals, (as much as they allow given their capricious nature).” Want to know more? Visit him on facebook at Rich Unger and at High Coo and The Writers Club.

So many different images in just three lines – this haiku made me remember the film At World’s End. 

This haiku is part of our PORTAL theme!


1 – 26

26 January, 2017
Child’s disappointment
when she learns that a flower
wilts without water
© Rebecca Trimble-Paul 2017
Rebecca says of herself “I am moved by nature, I write mindfully, and find endless inspiration in the world and people around me.” Please check out her blog at Thinking Of Now
This senyru shows such a clear picture of the lack of care with a positive outcome – the child learns …
This haiku is part of my CARE series.


5 October, 2016
ant on an ash leaf
water cycling to the sea
the ferryman waits
© Francis James Franklin 2016
Francis James Franklin is a fantasy author and poet with a perverse sense of humour, a fascination with human nature, and a passion for Greek mythology, vampires and Supergirl. Read more of his work at Alina Meridon and Francis James Franklin.
I enjoyed the vivid images and subtle link of leaf and water and the cycle of life and death.
This haiku is part of my LEAF series.


27 September, 2016
weeping willow trails
leaf tears above water’s edge
twisted trunk reflects
© Freya Pickard 2016
I remember what inspired this haiku; one of the weeping willows at Sheffield Park Gardens.
This haiku is part of my LEAF series.

10 – 2

2 October, 2015
a thousand claws click
on sculpted water – frozen
wolf rain runs at night
© Freya Pickard 2015

6 – 16

16 June, 2014
hot lemon, china
mug, errant fly dies, water
scalds my fingertip
© Freya Pickard 2014

12 – 6

6 December, 2013
harsh wind strips skin from
bone, waters the eye sharply
cold air in my lungs.
© Freya Pickard 2013

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