Nearly everyone writes haiku these days, and that’s probably a good thing. In his last book, Bob Woodward extensively quoted an intelligence officer in Iraq, who wrote brilliant haiku about the events of the day, including the all-time jerk Donald Rumsfeld, who (to put it bluntly) covered himself in shit from day one.
However, it’s worth mentioning that traditional haiku had more going on than met the eye at a glance. The rigidity of the form had a purpose: seventeen syllables in a 5-7-5 form is a way to encourage recall; plus, great haiku not only caught a specific emotion, but linked that emotion to a specific place, and a specific time of year. Few even attempt such grandeur today, including yours truly, but every once in a while, I do try to write something I hope to remember…here’s one from early this morning in darkness…
woke up in the night
heard water, but couldn’t tell
the stream from the rain
Kit Stolz 
lovely !!!!
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Thanks Danny. My daughter Annie also liked it, but suggested a slight change, which I agree makes it flow a little better:
awoke in the night
hearing water, couldn’t tell
the stream from the rain
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Cool!
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