They’re wonderful, aren’t they? It’s so uplifting that people make art like this and leave it for others to find. Reminds me of @oyoguhito.bsky.social and his wonderful pebble poems!

split black rubbish sack
an orange-tip butterfly
lights on a muffin

A blue sky with the sun shining brightly and the tops of trees below.

white star

blue field

dark below

Haiku by my father:

finishing my tea
I am surprised to see
my reflection

- George Klacsanzky

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细草微风岸
危樯独夜舟
星垂平野阔
月涌大江流

Fine grass on the wind-brushed bank;
a lone night boat beneath its towering mast.
Stars hang low over the widening plain;
the moon wells up with the great river’s flow.

From Written While Travelling at Night, by Du Fu, 8th century Tang dynasty poet.

The light on the bend in the lane, & through the soft new copper beech leaves, like blackcurrant cordial. Growing to love this corner.

Blue hut with a bay window, in the corner of a garden, between 2 lime trees, & backlit by beech leaves in evening light.

Writing hut patched up after being taken apart 6mths ago, brought here on a tractor drawn trailer, & rebuilt. The freshest of new beech leaves, stars in a copper beech galaxy above it. Still needs work inside but soon, I’ll be writing in it again. Incredibly it still has barn owls flying over it.

juxtaposed -
molehills and mountains
and me in between

#DailyHaikuPrompt | mountain
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greener fields
the colts making their way
into spring

#DailyHaikuPrompt (colt) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry

opening of day
the freshness of a new leaf
drinking in sunshine

Centre of its world, child –
Moon reaching up,
Jupiter reaching down.

late spring
the horizon
unraveling

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soft rain~
someone else
is singing too

#haiku

Thank you so much, Tanja!

Rain, New Year's Eve By: Maggie Smith The rain is a broken piano, playing the same note over and over. My five-year-old said that. Already she knows loving the world means loving the wobbles you can't shim, the creaks you can't oil silent-the jerry-rigged parts, MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum. Let me love the cold rain's plinking. Let me love the world the way I love my young son, not only when he cups my face in his sticky hands, but when, roughhousing, he accidentally splits my lip. Let me love the world like a mother. Let me be tender when it lets me down. Let me listen to the rain's one note and hear a beginner's song.

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#poem #writingcommunity

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flightless bird
we bear the choices
of our ancestors

#haiku #senryu

Home is where you keep your dust and spiders.

mild salsa
my jaded palate
#vss365

desert oasis
within her hazel eyes
flecks of jade
#vss365 #senryu #haiku

A child’s drawing
the seagulls and the waves
the same shape

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The photo shows shingle from above. Several stones have bees painted on them. The poem reads: walk-spotted pebbles/ pause to focus on the path:/ unexpected swarm

Photopoem shared 21st April 2026

tasting the night air
tender curve of a snail’s horn
this little white moon

the perfect apple
in my hand
the urge to throw it

bus doors open
i brush petals
from my sleeve

runoff ditch filled with
last nights rain and a can of
Colt forty-five

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #senryu

kate smuraga
from her series: metamorphoses
letters from a quiet town
portraits 2008-10

Aëla Labbé
self portrait
Sweden, 2015

all the hidden rivers
in my hands of rain

#dailyhaikuprompt #calm

waiting for spring
under the bridge
a calm current flows

calm seas —
a cormorant’s cry
farther away

#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #calm #lonely