Ever since the girls were young, I’ve written haikus for them (and my wife) each Christmas. A haiku is a Japanese poem of 17 syllables, in three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. (If you haven’t tried to write one, it’s fun!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here is a sampling of some Christmas haikus I’ve written for my family over the years:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Brain Trust<\/strong> Pie-ku<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ever since the girls were young, I’ve written haikus for them (and my wife) each Christmas. A haiku is a Japanese poem of 17 syllables, in three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. (If you haven’t tried to write one, it’s fun!) Here is a sampling of some Christmas haikus I’ve written for my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/115"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=115"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119,"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/115\/revisions\/119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/barrettwaller.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Size of a melon,
Squishy home base of neurons —
Seat of our being.
Dendrites and axons
sending hellos back and forth;
Glial cells play tag.
Outdoor Girl<\/strong>
Full moon overhead,
Crickets chirp a lullaby.
Sleeping bag cocoon.
Peek out the tent flap,
Hear the silence of morning
as the dawn arrives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Horse Heaven<\/strong>
The smell of fresh hay,
of horses in their dark stalls —
Saddle up at dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Call <\/strong>
My heart looks for fields,
Open spaces for my soul
to run and be free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Old Orange Cat<\/strong>
He moves slowly now,
Curls in my arms to be close.
Still my faithful friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Variations on a Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wedge of heaven,
Chocolate cream and tall meringue —
Who wants to diet?
Three point one four one,
Showing what a circle holds —
A sweet slice of math.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sigh-ku<\/strong>
It seems a soft breath,
of little worth or value —
Yet it speaks volumes.
Another Monday;
Back to school and work once more.
When will Friday come?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fly-ku<\/strong>
Time to leave the nest —
Take a breath to calm my heart,
spread my wings and soar.
Buzzing near my soup,
swooding down to take a swim.
He starts to backstroke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cry-ku<\/strong>
My eyes are leaking,
Flowing from an inner well.
Sadness comes in drops.
Real men are tough guys —
Did my team just win the game?
Please pass the Kleenex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Buy-ku<\/strong>
Shopping for Christmas —
Are my credit cards maxed out?
Find the cash machine.
Found the perfect gift,
just the color of your eyes.
Reminds me of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n