Three Haiku

Bark pink and eager,
Withering for the shelter;
Muddy, hard lotus.

The sturdy flame climbs
When putrid caverns retire.
Does the tight cave dive?

Not low, not silent,
Raiko comes to the blossom.
My white doorway stands.

The haiku form of Japanese poetry epitomizes pith and vigor. In just three lines, and only about 17 syllables, the masters of the form are famed for their subtlety. In one brief poetical glance they may capture a fleeting perception, or a moment of insight — a transfixed living thought, still quivering. So it is said. The three haiku above were written a moment ago by Haiku Writer, a simple computer program. In just three lines, and exactly 17 syllables, Haiku Writer does its level best. One day, these poems could conceivably be all that remains of human civilization. Fortunately, they are plentiful and then some. Reload the page for a new set.

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