Photos and Haiku
Mother and daughter collaborate
Mo likes to write and to make art. Her daughter loves to take photos on the fly using her phone. Sometimes she uses software to be even more creative with the images.
The mom-daughter duo decided to collaborate with an online "book" that will grow and change -- with photos, haiku poetry and perhaps added commentary.
Haikus are short poems of three lines, seventeen syllables; five in the first line; seven, second; five, third. Once you get the hang of writing them, they are addictive.
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It's Valentine's Day;
Mother Nature sends her love ~
heart of crystal snow.
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Winter-battered tree
weathers many a deep freeze
and comes back greening.
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Father remembers
the boy he once was; son wants
to be just like him.
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Hi, little hopper.
I can hop really far, too.
Want to see how far?
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It's llove at first sight
for this llama and llady.
Oh, those big brown eyes.
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Alpaca family ~
doting mother, downy babe ~
dad at feeding trough.
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I love you Daddy.
You are just the right height for
me to look up to.
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Swan glides on the Seine,
long, slender neck beautiful
as a ballerina.
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Cotton candy clouds
float like impossible zens
whose peace we don't know.
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Lacy limbs and sky
create a sacred window
into Mother Earth.
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Cubicled workers
look up to see a rainbow
arching the city.
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They call me Scruffy.
Hah! They have puny smellers -
mine is exquisite.
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Hey, Tuxedo Man!
Hey, big guy wearing a shell!
Wanna become friends?
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Clouds full of water
lumbering over the lake.
Sailors are grounded.
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Black cat, black as night -
beautiful day beckoning -
tracery of trees.
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Between sky and lake,
Defy Newton and hang free.
Don't empty the lake.
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Fly with the wind, boy.
Sail with joyous heart pounding.
Learn to be the wind.
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Shadow woman pops
into my photo; she has
something to tell me.
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Heavens look painted
by Chagall or Monet -- stained
glass windows of sky.
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When everything's dark,
the moon shows her lovely face,
hope for the morning.
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Don't tell my sister
I'm under the umbrellas.
Shh. I am hiding.
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Do you see the eye?
Do you see the baby chick?
Magic of the lens.
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Turn around, pretty girl.
Don't disappear from the frame.
Let's walk together.
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Red leaves bejewel trees,
dazzling messengers of fall.
Green returns next spring.
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See that giant mouth?
It's grandma: Be good children.
I've got eyes on you.
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Toes in the water,
lake cool; sun on their backs, hot.
No finer place to be.
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Sunset on the lake,
red drenched over the water
bathes us in beauty.
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Behind dark comes light.
Behind light creeps back the dark.
Raise face to the rain.
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We breathe in what they
breathe out -- our Earth companions
so green, strong and true.
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Muscle, focus, will -
the power of a young boy,
the essence of kick.
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As the sun dips low
it sends us a shining path
across the water.
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Why is the chicken
crossing the road at this time?
For a photo opp.
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Take just the first step;
everything else will follow.
Go be where you dare.
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When I said okay
to the parade, I didn't know
I would be a grape.
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Cloud angels fly high.
Breathe pure elixir of air.
This lake is our peace.
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Small towns seem to hold
echoes of what we most love
of America.
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Sun pierces the clouds,
sky so blue and blue and blue.
The endless wonder.
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Sunset paints the sky
in neon reds and purples.
We watch until dark.
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~You can keep your cream
and tuna; give me a sip
of fine lager beer.
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Photo-Haiku Chapter Two
After photos and haiku, return to home page.
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