Once I thought I knew
where everything should be found.
Then I found a wild orchid
growing beside the outhouse.
#217
Tag: haiku
Afterlife
What comes after death?
Questions that have no answers
are a waste of time.
Why worry about
life after death and ignore
our life during life?
‘What comes during life?’
may be a better question
to ask each morning.
#216
Walk
One step, but which way?
Close my eyes and see the path,
open my mind, walk.
#212
Guess What
I
A wild guess is hope
imbuing reality
with cherished outcomes.
II
Predicting the past,
an educated guess is
just calculations.
III
But every guess hides
elements of hope behind
facades of logic.
#205
Cherry Jam
Your nails are lovely,
gelled to rainbow perfection
topped with glowing jewels.
My nails are ragged,
stained with the cherry juice that
jelled to perfection.
We all make choices.
You choose salon perfect nails.
I choose cherry jam.
#204
Canoe
Dip, drip, ripples slip
behind us in the river
waving us goodbye.
#194
How to Fit a Square Peg into a Round Hole
Start with an ice cube,
apply heat, melt to water,
pour it down the drain.
#192
Still
I
Wild roses still bloom
even when I close my eyes.
Petals do not wait.
II
I still hear my heart
even when I plug my ears.
I sense the beating.
III
Past breezes still play
through forgotten memories
waiting to be felt.
#187
Three Haiku for Aja
Old friends meet and smile
and time is as it once was,
all said in a nod.
Is the wine sweeter
or conversation deeper
because it has past?
Satisfaction lives
in doing what is needful
with joy in your heart.
#186
Sun Slants
Sun slants its rays past
vertical blinds in shadows
of bars on my wall.
Sun slants its rays through
prisms and showers rainbows
of light on my face.
Sun slants its rays midst
branches and leaves, dappling
patterns on my skin.
#181
Linda Studley 