These are original haiku written by Michael R. Burch, many of them under the influence of the Oriental masters of the form.

Dark-bosomed clouds
pregnant with heavy thunder ...
the water breaks
—Michael R. Burch


by Michael R. Burch

She bathes in silver
on her reflections...


by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence ...

Ascendance Transcendence
by Michael R. Burch

Breaching the summit
I reach
the horizon’s last rays.


Dry leaf flung awry:
bright butterfly,
—Michael R. Burch

A snake in the grass
lies, hissing
—Michael R. Burch

blesses my knuckle
with affectionate dew
—Michael R. Burch

blesses my knuckle
with affectionate dew ...
(maybe love is true?)
—Michael R. Burch

My nose nuzzles
sweet nothings.
—Michael R. Burch

the golden leaves turn black underfoot:
—Michael R. Burch

My mother’s eyes
acknowledging my imperfection:
—Michael R. Burch


Mightier than Atlas,
she shoulders the weight
of one fallen star.
—Michael R. Burch, "Childless"

one pillow ...
our dreams
—Michael R. Burch

Celebrate the New Year?
The cat is not impressed,
the dogs shiver.
—Michael R. Burch

Cats are seldom impressed by human accomplishments, while the canine members of our family have always hated fireworks and other unexpected loud noises.

Crushed grapes
surrender such sweetness!
A mother’s compassion.
—Michael R. Burch

My footprints
so faint in the snow?
Ah yes, you lifted me.
—Michael R. Burch

An emu feather
still falling?
So quickly you rushed to my rescue.
—Michael R. Burch

The eagle sees farther
from its greater height—
our ancestors’ wisdom
—Michael R. Burch

The ability
to disagree agreeably—
—Michael R. Burch

The sun warms
a solitary stone.
Let us abandon no one.
—Michael R. Burch

You astound me,
your name
unpronounceable on my lips.
—Michael R. Burch

You astound me;
your name on my lips
remains unpronounceable.
—Michael R. Burch

Born into the delicate autumn,
too late to mature,
pale petal ...
—Michael R. Burch

Soft as daffodils fall
all the lamentations
of life’s smallest victims,
unheard ...
—Michael R. Burch


Iffy Coronavirus Haiku

iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas

I wrote this poem after having a sunflower arrangement delivered to my mother, who is in an assisted living center and can’t have visitors due to the coronavirus pandemic. I have been informed the poem breaks haiku rules about personification, etc.

homework: yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #3
by michael r. burch

dim bulb overhead,
my silent companion:
still imitating the noonday sun?

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #4
by michael r. burch

Spring fling—
children string flowers
into their face masks

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #5
by michael r. burch

the Thought counts:
our lips and fingers
insulated by plexiglass ...

yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #6
by michael r. burch

masks, masks
and not a straw to drink ...

Dark Cloud, Silver Lining
by Michael R. Burch

Every corona has a silver lining:
I’m too far away to hear your whining,
and despite my stormy demeanor,
my hands have never been cleaner!

New World Order (last in a series and perhaps of a species)
by Michael R. Burch

The days of the dandelions dawn ...
soon man will be gone:


The Original Sin: Rhyming Haiku!

should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!
—Michael R. Burch

The herons stand,
sentry-like, at attention ...
rigid observers of some unknown command.
—Michael R. Burch

The day’s eyes were blue
until you appeared
and they wept at your beauty.
—Michael R. Burch

The sky was blue
until you appeared
and it wept at your beauty.
—Michael R. Burch

The sun sets
the moon fails to rise
we avoid each other’s eyes
—Michael R. Burch

bright leaf flung awry ~
butterfly, goodbye!
—Michael R. Burch

leaf flutters in flight ~
bright, O and endeavoring butterfly,
—Michael R. Burch

a soaring kite flits
into the heart of the sun?
Butterfly & Chrysanthemum
—Michael R. Burch


This original poem of mine is composed of haiku-like stanzas:

Dandelion, Roar!
by Michael R. Burch

Lift up your head
hear spring roar!

How will you tidy your hair
this near

Leave to each still night
your lightest affliction,

Soon you will free yourself:
one shake
of your white mane.

Now there are worlds
into which you appear
and disappear

seemingly at will
but invariably blown—
wildly, then still.

Gasp at the bright chill
of winter.

Icicles splinter;
sleep still an hour,
till, resurrected in power,

you lift up your head,
Hear spring roar!


Variations on Fall
by Michael R. Burch

Farewells like
so many sad goodbyes.

Autumn leaves:
such soft farewells
falling ...
falling ...
falling ...

Autumn leaves:
fall’s farewells,
whispered goodbyes


Variations on the Seasons
by Michael R. Burch

Mother earth
prepares her nurseries:
spring greening

The trees become
coy behind fans


Wobbly fawns
have become the fleetest athletes:


Dry leaves
scuttle like crabs:


The sky

translucent flake
lighter than eiderdown

the entire town entombed
but not in gloom,


Variations on Night
by Michael R. Burch

ice and darkness
conspire against human warmth

Night and the Stars
conspire against me:

in the ice-cold cathedral
prayer candles ablaze
flicker warmthlessly


Variations on the Arts
by Michael R. Burch

Paint peeling:
the novel's
novelty wears off ...

The autumn marigold's
former glory:

Human arias?
The nightingale frowns, perplexed.
Tone deaf!

Where do cynics
finally retire?

All the world’s
a stage
unless it’s a cage.

To write an epigram,
If you lack wit, scram.

should never rhyme:
it’s a crime!

dumped the boob tube
for YouTube.

can rap:
just write rhythmic crap!


Variations on Lingerie
by Michael R. Burch

Were you just a delusion?
The black negligee you left
now merest illusion.

The clothesline
ripe with unmentionables.

The clothesline quivers:
or ghosts?


Variations on Love and Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch

Wise old owls
stare myopically at the moon,
hooting as the hart escapes.

Myopic moon-hooting owls
hoot as the hart escapes

The myopic owl,
moon-intent, scowls;
my rabbit heart thunders ...
Peace, wise fowl!



All the wild energies
of electric youth
captured in the monochromes
of an ancient photobooth
like zigzagging lightning.
—Michael R. Burch

The plums were sweet,
icy and delicious.
To eat them all
was perhaps malicious.
But I vastly prefer your kisses!
—Michael R. Burch

A child waving ...
The train groans slowly away ...
               Loneliness ...
Somewhere in the distance gusts
scatter the stray unharvested hay ...
—Michael R. Burch

How vaguely I knew you
though I held you close ...
your heart’s muffled thunder,
your breath the wind—
rising and dying.
—Michael R. Burch



sheer green stockings
queer green beer
St. Patrick's Day!
—michael r. burch

cicadas chirping everywhere
singing to beat the band—
surround sound
—michael r. burch

Regal, upright,
clad in royal purple:
—michael r. burch

Love is a surreal sweetness
in a world where trampled grapes
become wine.
—michael r. burch

although meant for market
a pail full of strawberries
invites indulgence
—michael r. burch

late November;
skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate
—michael r. burch

as the fall butterfly hunts nectar
the generous iris
continues to bloom
—michael r. burch

My dear Basho,

I too have been accused
of morning glory gazing!
—original haiku by Michael R. Burch

The whore with the pallid lips
into something more comfortable
—Michael R. Burch

I am a traveler
going nowhere—
but my how the gawking bystanders stare!
—Michael R. Burch

The moon in decline
like my lover’s heart
lies far beyond mine
—Michael R. Burch

the ice and the darkness
conspire against human warmth
—Michael R. Burch

and the stars
conspire against me
—Michael R. Burch

Night and the Stars
conspire against me:
—Michael R. Burch

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