Welcome to Haiku Diem, where I've been posting one new haiku every day since July 9th, 2010!

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Note: In the first year of Haiku Diem, I followed the popular 5-7-5 form for my haiku. (Five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third.) For Year Two, I switched to 3-5-3. In year three, I took a break from following any pattern at all. In my fourth year, I wrote 3-5-3 haiku on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 5-7-5 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, 6 word haiku on Saturdays, and rested from all the rules on Sundays. Now, in my fifth and final year, I'm not following any syllabic patterns but am linking every day's haiku into a single long chain of haiku.

              

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About me

I make my living as a software engineer, and live by writing. In addition to these daily haiku, I'm planning to self publish a customizable picture book later this year, and am the author of a novelization of the life of Joan of Arc and The Wineskin Project, a series of short read-aloud plays based on the Gospels that can be freely downloaded for use by churches. You can read more about all this and more at www.AuthorFreeman.com.
Copyright © 2015 by Freeman Ng

My novel of Joan of Arc!

day 17865-29-2015
 the elm's shadow
 across the lawn
 blown by the wind
day 17855-28-2015
 unnoticed
 darkness that crept up on me
 the elm's shadow
day 17845-27-2015
 in the growing dusk
 the street lamps coming on
 unnoticed
day 17835-26-2015
 or in shadow
 we couldn't tell
 in the growing dusk
day 17825-25-2015
 its own back
 always to the wind
 or in shadow
day 17815-24-2015
 the wind
 reaching to touch
 its own back
day 17805-23-2015
 scolding
 the dry grass
 the wind
day 17795-22-2015
 eyes closed
 I hear a distant parent
 scolding

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