Exhaustion

the weary clouds tire;
reflecting grey from beneath--
releasing sorrows.

Life cycle

flicker of dawn's pulse,
exhaled breath steams; droplets form --
we slake the earth's thirst.

Melancholy

hopeless skies- fog filled,
clouds cry, empty, mending soil-
wounds heal yet scars last.

Beginnings

colour emerges from death,
emotions adapt, nature turns-
simple change aids life.

My first haiku

Distraction

Grey skies - distraction
Lost in a cyclone of thoughts
Nothing clear - just clouds

Horizon

the winter rain falls,
a haze envelops the mind,
in cold, clarity.

Elimination

rose petals tumble,
dirt intrudes; darkness progress,
erasing all beauty. 

Synapses

Like crackling lightning--
our desperation blinds us,
feeding fatal flames.

Weight, not mass

pebble in the palm
flesh holding eternity --
change yearns for stone's heft.

Entropy

bone moves under skin,
flush cheek, bright eyes decry death;
life's autumn, delayed.

fall, the rise

cherry blossom falls,
a soft veil of passing life:
welcoming the new.

epiphany

a mantis, praying.
green hands lift up, to redeem
our souls' state, fragile

Spring

winter's end, earth wakes;
new green fingers reach for sky --
grasps life from heaven.

sunrays tear through clouds

sunrays tear through clouds;
happiness tears through darkness,
but bliss will shatter.

None to serve

oh, the forests fall,
your wish shall be my command!
None worthy to serve.

First Haiku

Trees cover the land
And rain falls slowly because:
The sky loves the earth

Haiku info...

Newbies may find this article on haiku interesting and enlightening:

https://en.wikipedia.org/?title=Haiku

Bashō FTW!

Cycles

one leaf falls, then all.
the slumb'ring earth sheds its skin:
fresh death feeds old life.

In the cold of early morning, steaming breath reaches out for new life

winter morn, breath's ghost --
we exhale our souls: sky's kiss;
chill gasp for life's heat.

not with a fizzle but a bang

as storms prevail,
ending  with a single state:
orderly chaos.

lost and found

sunsets bring wonder;
still hoping for a new dawn;
confused minds are found.

Surroundings bathed in a weak morning sun...

thin breeze: leaves scatter;
random swirl of fallen life:
we seek direction.

Monday morning

soft soaks the grey rain;
union, binding sky and earth --
nature blankets all.

Haiku in praise of this Friday

a still morning fog
faint, cool caress on my cheek --
her eyes envelop.

Haiku House Rules

Oh, those haiku ground rules:

> Original stuff only! [Plagiarism is a 4-letter word. Word.]

> Good stuff only [enough with the hipster-breakup haiku, already]

> Follow the haiku rules [3 lines; 17 syllables; 5 in line 1, 7 in line 2, 5 in line 3. Don't just randomly chop off lines to suit the numbers. Start, ideally, with a natural image. Say something deep about life or people.]

> Give dem feels.

Haiku 1

Haiku 1

the crisp night's cold creaks,
stiff pain, the earth's arthritis --
seeking dawn's warm glow.

-- Hein Mönnig, 11 June 2015

Welcome

Welcome to Jan van Riebeeck High School's Alternative Haiku Society, our in-house platform for semi-free-form creative expression.

Founded 11 June 2015 by Mr Hein Mönnig and learners Kimberley Hing and Reinhardt Voges, JvRAHS is aimed at providing an outlet for our free-thinking types -- those who wish to commit haiku outside of the traditional constraints of smothering budgets, melting crayons on summer afternoons, and the loud clashing of paisley cravats worn with khaki cargo shorts.

Here you will read haiku the likes of which you have not read before. Strap on your syllable-counter, and prepare to scan...

Hein Mönnig
HSJvR English Department

PS: Email me at heinmg@gmail.com for your invitation...