written as an exercise on a Work Day at Camp Caravan
Haiku from an October Seminar at Camp Caravan
We were presented with a Haiku exercise during a 2025 work period. We were challenged to create the 17-syllable poems—about anything. Here are some that emerged.
My eyes search the room
Is everyone here my friend?
My heart tells me “Yes!”
I touch the paper
It feels smooth and receptive
My words fall like leaves
Many hands write now
I see pens moving haltingly
But soon, all will flow
Leaves are nearly dry
But the apple is still juicy
Young, red, and shining
The wood looks so warm
Now bathed in afternoon light
I sit in grace now
What is in your face
That speaks so much of kindness?
I see your warm light.
Did you forget me
When you clung so hard to pride?
Ah ha! Just breathe now.
A bug fell on me
Although I felt no love there
When it died, I cried
We honor the clock
When it chimes, we stop talking
Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong