I wrote a Haiku yesterday, several indeed. It's how I roll, or tweet as the case may be.
I wrote recently that some of them are bad, some of them are really bad and then, some... Some can be what I strive for when I write Haiku, or anything for that matter.
This one from yesterday:
The moon's tidal pull / Heartbeat of the Pacific / Our cockleshell lives
I quite liked. I should. I stole it.
Not consciously. Not intentionally. Not that that matters.
Ex-President Jimmy Carter is a writer, a poet, and many, many other things. I own a book of poetry of his, Always a Reckoning and other poems, published in 1995.
It contains the following:
Fuji humbles us—
its strength and lasting beauty—
our own fleeting lives.
I remember the impact it had when I first read it. It seems the impact went deeper than I thought.
So, ignore my Haiku. The source of that one is so much better. And sincere apologies to Mr. Carter.