Daily Haiku ~ archives

Soon, full spring


Not a moment too 

-soon I find the first crocus, 

drink in the green buds. 

~~~~ Mo Conlan, March 23, 2015

Winter Storm

I wanted this snow,
first frail flakes, then inch on inch 
of white solitude. 

~~~~ Mo Conlan, March 4, '15


February Haikus


Snow began to fall

like feathery eiderdown,

like white prayers flags.

~~~~ Mo/February, 2015


January Road Trip

 Across the Prairie

winter fields are painted white,

skies crisp Arctic blue. 

~~~~~Mo Conlan, <br>January 11, 2015

December Haiku

No Real News

The Fourth Estate has
been gutted like a trout, snared
by fantasy, greed.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, 
December 11, 2014 


Winter Soup

Heat some broth; stir in 
beaten egg; salt, pepper, herbs
if you like. Be well.
~~~~~Mo Conlan, 
December 7, 2014 

The Good Life

Three old gals giggling,
like the girls they are, sharing
chocolate, cheese and wine.

~~~Mo Conlan, December 4, 2014 

Memory and Forgetting

I've forgot that once 
I loved you. I have forgot,
truly, forgotten.

~ ~~~~~Mo Conlan, 
December 5, 2014 


Haiku poems from November

Black Friday/Blue Sunday

Don't know why the day

After we give thanks for what

We have, we should shop?

~~~~~Mo Conlan, November 30, 2014


Night thoughts still rocking

Gently through my mind, I rise

To dawn's clarity. 

~~Mo, November 29, 2014


Thank you for the pies

and that Uncle Fred isn't

coming to dinner.

~~~~Mo, Nov. 27

The Fourth Estate

I smell the paper,

ink, run my fingers over

bylines; still here, still.

The "News"

Amid "news" of butts
and of girls nearly bare, this: 
The war may last years.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, 
November 20, 2014 

The Snowmen Cometh

Ragged-faced, they knock

Early, old shovels in hand.

Scrape, scrape, scrape. I sleep.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, November 17, 2014


I'd nearly forgot
that day the wall tumbled; now,
we caught a comet.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, November 12, 2014

My friend says he wants
To write Low-ku, quite a bit
Below the angels.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, November 10, 2014

Mother Nature toys
With us, happy sunshine,
Then cold and drizzle.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, November 9, 2014


Haiku poems from the Month of October

Now, the smallest things,
Microbes, are after us; and
The biggest: Hatred.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 31, 2014

Keep On

Keep singing that song,
The one about beauty, hope
And love. Just keep on.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 29, 2014

I tell him...

Romance, just a word,
Another word for stories
That we tell ourselves

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 25, 2014

Fall shows her dark side,
so stingy with the daylight,
so chilly at night.

~~~ Mo Conlan, October 19, 2014


Wish I'd kept the tastes
of him: Cuban Black Beans, star
anise, dark coffee.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 8, 2014

I burrow in bed.
Overnight, the cold hijacked
Indian Summer.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 5, 2014

Russet leaves falling...
I want to grab my gluepot
And paste them back on.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, October 2, 2014

Haiku Poems From the Month of September

Autumn Colors

So sly is Winter
she sends bright golden legions
before she sends Dark.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.28, 2014

I drive west through fields

of rose gold, amber and rust,

painted by Van Gogh.

~~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.23, 2014

Aurora can wend
into morning without me;
stuck to my bed, sleep.

~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.19, 2014

I finally caught the
big, fat black spider that bit
my thigh, red bump. Thwack.

~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.15, 2014

The moon so lovely
so large, luminous; we have
a world worth saving.

~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.9, 2014

Haikus are hiding,
frightened, sad for what's become
of this weary world.

~~~~Mo Conlan, Sept.7, 2014

Haiku Poems From the Month of August

Let him drift away
On an ice floe, cold and slow;
Then take your heart South.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 31, 2014

You're stuck to my heart
like gum to shoe; shoo; no
don't; my heart's embossed.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 21, 2014

See how the small ant
wrecks the lavish lawn picnic --
summoning its troops

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 16, 201

(A haiku quartet)

Beyond the Personals Ads:
How Standards Might be Lowered

If Cupid’s arrow
Merely grazed your chin
Your standards could slip.

One sip from Eros’
Mesmerous cup of mead might
Cause a fall into…

Voracious tango
With a not-quite-bright, aimless
chatterer. Wrong height.

From lofty to less
and south of there, standards fall.
Oh, humanity.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 14, 2014

I offered my heart.

He gave me his cold, said, "I

hope you feel better."

~~~~~Mo Conlan, Aug 11, 2014

Conversations I
Replay: hibiscus, cafe,
light breeze and laughter.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 7, 2014


I write short poems
About small moments because
Big is too awful.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 3, 2014

I long for my paints,
anything but him saying
no and no and no.

~~~~Mo Conlan, August 1, 2014

Haiku Poems from Previous Months

The most courageous
thing to do is be joyful.
Insist upon joy.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 8,2014

~ Nigeria

Mothers from all lands
demand: Give us back our girls.
We will see them home.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 9,2014

~ Mama

Robin from her nest
divebombs approaching squirrel.
Don't mess with mothers.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 10,2014

~ Abe

He called her "angel,"

this lanky sad president.

"My angel mother."

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 11,2014

The birds are noisy
joyful to find mates, make nests.
My heart is silent.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 12,2014

Translucent pink ears
twitch at the barest of sound.
Sweet rabbits are back
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 13,2014

Flame pink peonies
overnight raised their faces --
more blooms than last year.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 14,2014

Love and laughter will
return to my heart one day --
I just don't know when.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 15, 2014

The heart wants its own,
is stubborn and relentless --
set up for the fall.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 16, 2014

Mama robin fled --
her nest now empty, no chicks.
What drove her away?
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 17, 2014

The Gladioli
bloom in the park, pure purple.
So glad for these Glads. 
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 18, 2014

Lovers in the park
lie entwined on the green lawns--
juicy spring reigns here.
 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 19, 2014

If your heart's broken --
go for the gluepot; go for
the wine and dear friends.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 20, 2014

Spring, late evening rain --
first the drumming tap, tap, tap,
then cleansing downpour.
 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 21, 2014

Sweet honeysuckle --
wafts through my window; who could
ever call these weeds?
 ~~~~~~~ Mo Conlan, May 22, 2014

In Memoriam

"Taps" plays down the years --
bugler's sad note of farewell.
Still, war never ends
 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 25-26, 2014

Crisp lovely Springtime
sends previews of what comes next--
air like molasses.
~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 27, 2014

Elegy for mother and child

Still so dangerous
to be female; stoned to death
by her own family.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 28, 2014

You can write haikus
On little slips of paper
Hidden in your purse.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, May 30, 2014

Through my night window
rolls in rollicking laughter --
party up the street.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 1, 2014

The heart travels on
and farther on looking for
a star, a home, love.

 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 2, 2014

Buzz-saw mowers blare
tranquil morning is shattered.
I would outlaw lawns.

 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 3, 2014

Overnight the sludge
in the air has been scrubbed clean.
Deep breath, heavenly.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 5, 2014

Yard is clovered white.
Doe comes by to graze; she is
unafraid of me.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 7, 2014

Vacated nest, twigs
graying, speaks of tragedy,
of fleeing by night.

 ~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 9, 2014

Doe stands statue-still
In the afternoon sunlight,
coat like Cloth of Gold.

~~~~~~Mo Conlan, June 10, 2014


Stop shooting. Please. Stop.
You are killing our future,
you are killing hope.
~~~~Mo Conlan, June 11, 2014

Redbird and bunny
play hopscotch in the garden.
Snapdragons are lunch.

~~~~Mo Conlan, June 12, 2014

My wild pony heart
has broken free, galloping.
Must lasso her back.

~~~~Mo Conlan, June 14, 2014

Dear dad, I miss you,
keen mind, heart kind, true; you left us so much... too soon

~~~~Mo Conlan, June 15, 2014

Today is syrup;

we are braised in heat and sweat.

Power out for hours.

~~~~~~~~~~June 16, 2014

I must eat some snails,
find my blue beret; adieu!
Je vais a Paris!
~~~~Mo Conlan, June 24, 2014

As I speak softly,
cows move closer to the fence;
my, what eyelashes!

~~~~~~ July 1, 2014

Landscape of the heart:
desert; lush oasis, love;
slow trudge through dry sand.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 9, 2014

Give me an old book,
pages yellowing, dog-eared,
underlined, well loved.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 10, 2014


Sweet oblivion.
slow waking, doze; cats invade,
purr, nip. OK. Up.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 11, 2014

Northern Michigan

The air, elixir.
lake blue as blue paint; stars large
as chrysanthemums.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 14, 2014

At the feeder

Some birds take a turn,
some chase the others away,
some feed each other.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 16, 2014


Sun melts liquid gold
into lake of neon blue;
we are turned to gold.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 17, 2014

Crows explode the air
with maniacal screeching:
commenting on the news.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 19,

Big sandy dog smiles
from the back of red kayak
his mistress paddles.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 21, 2014

This pocket of peace:
clear rivers, sweet air, pine woods:
we are so grateful.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 23, 2014

Big City

Traffic tsunami;
gridlock. Stuck as truly as
insect in amber.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 28, 2014

Small lizards sunbathe
on my window ledge. Welcome -
but not your droppings.

~~~~Mo Conlan, July 31, 2014


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