Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry comprised of three phrases.
Traditional haiku uses 17 syllables (5:7:5) but contemporary haiku in English often ignores this rule. A haiku is typically about nature, the earth and the natural world and are designed to be thought-provoking. These original haiku poems are by Anthony Rutledge and are mostly written in the contemporary free style format.
There are over 2,000 Haiku on this site in ten different themes: Australian, Beach, Garden Sundial, In the Mirror,Kimono,Motherhood,Ships and Oceans,Spring,Windjammers and Miscellaneous.
high moon in the frail light a sick friend‘s garden
high moon the mouse unshadowed where the ripe fig fell
high moon the whimper of a nightmare in the child‘s turn
high moon pulls at the driftwood shared with the sea
high moon the grandchild at the window tracing some stars
high moon following the train the bridge‘s silence
high moon the cruise-ship berthed in party lights
high moon the windmill retching tastes of the earth
high moon the city drains uncorking their odours
high moon another strawberry Laurel‘s tongue
high moon fireflies flirting over our neighbour‘s pool
high moon the whale‘s rise and crashes in being alone
high moon the bubbles of shampoo in my children‘s hair
high moon the pain winter holds in mother‘s hands
high moon in a forever I will not see return
high moon nearer our farmhouse how the roof shine…shines
high moon our teenager late… the sudden phone off its head
high moon how alert the frog pond to the firefly‘s light
high moon the bag-lady‘s old pram turning round the corner
high moon reading her letter my cigarette‘s glow
high moon last train home how my face looks looking out
high moon the dart of squirrels to the kid‘s tree house
high moon a defect notice behind the windscreen‘s ice
high moon a river runs-off with the mountain
high moon apple falls turning the air to cider
high moon the little town school that father taught
high moon my absent child may well look to
high moon the turtles walk around me back to the sea
high moon our bike rides alone in black and white
high moon most of the herb beds mint-scented
high moon
only the geese honk of it
a fog filling the lake
high moon
with the pond frogs bloated
now they fight
high moon
the motel cabins
speared with frost
high moon …
their crispness tightening
in the apple skins
high moon
a buttercup pushes out
from a ribcage
high moon
on the massage parlour
a graffiti … dries
high moon
buzzing on the beach
a phone none answers
high moon
apple trees turning
the air to cider
high moon
soaking an apple tree
moving to the next
high moon
a river runs-off
with the river
high moon
a defect notice
behind the windscreen's ice
the high moon
___becoming
_____noon on the sundial
high moon
bats leaving the fig tree
to stir another
high moon
down our street
the Maples falling naked
high moon
Bogong moths migrating
suddenly … ten thousand
high moon
a moth in the thrashings
a spider has stung
high moon
bamboo leaves
slashing the wind
high moon
my children
sniff the garden herbs
high moon
icicles drip
the release of winter
high moon
sparkled with dew
my little pots of bonsai
high moon
the dart of squirrels
to the kid's treehouse
high moon
on the pollen sparkles
of an after-rain
high moon
last train home
how my face looks looking out
high moon
the way the swan glides
up the river of light
high moon
she opens the chocolates
his gift for a lie
the high moon
and his whispers
loose in my hair
high moon
the faces of sunflowers
turned in a breeze
high moon
reading her letter
my cigarette's glow
high moon
side by side
a sea-snake in the driftwood
high moon
a fog laying over
our strawberry beds
high moon
the bag-lady's old pram
turning round the corner
high moon
how charged is the confetti
in the church-yard wind
high moon
slamming the side gate
the wind in my head
high moon
putting the dog out
underclothes iced on the line
high moon
the rest of the henhouse
going the ways of a fox
high moon
how alert the frog pond
to the firefly's light
high moon
the paths it crosses
to sail overseas
high moon
the whimsy of the mists
under the orange trees
high moon
our teenager late-
and off its head the sudden phone
high moon
the rain holding it
held in the mud
high moon
nearer our farmhouse
how the roof shine ... shines
high moon
the yacht sailing nowhere
from our mantelpiece
high moon
Laurel on her pillow
cradled by light
high moon
my selfie
of both our faces
high moon
the pull turtles feel
in their shells in the sand
high moon
in a forever
I won't see return
high moon
our car tilting down
to the distant valley
high moon
the shape of streets
above the snow
high moon
the pain winter holds
in mother's hands
high moon
the river gives tongue
to the mouth of the sea
high moon
the light of a white moth
flitting between gardens
high moon
the bubbles of shampoo
in my children's hair
high moon
on a framework of clouds
tattooing the sea
high moon
the whale's rise and crashes
in being alone
high moon
the wind on a rope swing
over the river
high moon
fireflies flirting over
our neighbour's pool
high moon
rock pools emerging
an ebb at a time
high moon
our talk of divorce
taken outside
high moon
on returning tides
the seeds of islands
high moon
another strawberry
Laurel's tongue
high moon
in the ten thousand scents
exhaled by the earth
high moon
the railway tracks
leading to rust
high moon
the well water
too deep to raise
high moon
geese forsaking
their father lands
high moon
turning the corner
an infirmed friend
high moon
such a weight the dew hangs
from the spider webs
high moon
where the garden rusts
the wheels of my bike
high moon
the city drains
un-corking their odours
high moon
right where the lake is
a snow-topped mountain
high moon
still shadows
until an apple fell
high moon
the old stone of Buddha
surrounded with Jasmine
high moon
unable to sleep
the crickets chirp
high moon
letters found seeming
our mother eloped
high moon
the wind-mill retching
tastes of the earth
high moon
the cruise ship berthed
in party lights
high moon
following the train
the bridge's silence
high moon
the grandchild at the window
counting some stars
high moon
pulls at the driftwood
shared with the sea
high moon
falling through our windscreen
onto the next town
high moon
just under the sea
in a sway of kelp
high moon
where the river turns
the dingoes howling
high moon
a splash of the Koi
where a nestling fell
high moon
the mouse un-shadowed
where the ripe fig fell
high moon
the whimper of a nightmare
in the child's turn
high moon
in the frail light
a sick friend's garden
high moon
just tumble-weeds passing
the barbed-wire fence
high moon
in returning journeys
the cries of geese
high moon
a moth flutters
between our faces
high moon
a stream of light
bubbling with pebbles
high moon
the pollen counts
in an after-rain
high moon
spring pollinates
on the breeze
high moon
all the still-born
becoming bones
high moon
a pale rainbow
in the waterfall spray
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