Today my haiku is from December 9th of my book A Haiku Book of Days for Spiritual Seekers, Dreamers, and Other Lovers of Magic and Mystery, one of a 7-book series. The topic for today is: “Mud”
when you fly away
remember us back on earth
still stuck in the mud
It’s Haiku Friday again. For the past twenty years or so, it has been my practice to write one haiku every day. Every Friday I share a haiku here, about whatever topic I happen to choose. I invite you to write a haiku on this topic too, and share it with me and the readers of this blog. Just write it in the Comments below. The only rules are: 1) your haiku must be about the named topic; 2) you must follow the 5-7-5 syllable format; 3) no obscenities or hate (I will delete those). That’s it.
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muddy mud puddle
muddled mud-middled puddle
middle-puddle mud
mud-muddied poodle
muddy-paw poodle struggle
towel muddy paws
puddle-mud noodles
make mud noodles al dente
pasta with mud sauce
mud-middled strudel
strudel mit ein mud mittel
middle-strudel mud
cave dweller doodles
ancient muddle or digits
doodling in mud
Friday haiku-dles
muddled, muddied word-oodles
mud-humor haiku
“dirt-iest Friday
haiku I’ve ever written”
says my muddied mind
Biggest mud puddle,
study foot-placement riddle:
Shoe-puddle muddle.
Mud-puddled poodle,
muddy-paw poodle struggle:
Towel none, paws won.
Kids craft mud noodles,
mudcaroni al dente:
pasta with mud sauce.
Cave-dweller doodles,
tries digit-al art in mud:
sticks to cuneiform.
Friday haiku-dles,
my mud-muddled word oodles:
mud-humor haiku.
“Dirt-iest Friday
haiku I’ve ever written”:
my mud-meddled mind.