Jan See Art

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APRIL 2026


Words near the
Edge of consciousness
Haikurious!


Moments etched in ink 
Since my first haiku that month
Each word, memories 


Snow white triangle
Bobbing on ice blue waves
Faded floating dream


Three five three
Much less counting than 
Five seven five


Season or nature, 
Then movement or shift
Sudden insight, maybe


Miserable Monday
Pouring sadness grey and thick
Grumpy dog in coat


Skyscrapers sticking out
Above large green canopies
ANZAC foreshore stroll 


No aqualife buddy
Green bunch coffee with loved ones
Asian take-aways


What a miracle! 
I dreamed I’d be well and whole 
And then I woke up


Svastha students meet
Not just to study but save
Our Community


Always low on fuel
Even slow days feel busy
What a difference 


Howling rain 
Gate screams in its hinge 
Pitch dark bangs 


Midday rays of sun
Zigzaging freshly mowed parks
Dog wears blades of grass


Bare toes freezing in
April mornings turning fresh.
Dog warming our feet


Staccato barking
behind the fence, pups warning
passersby forcefully


Small pets died, men choke
Thick smoke in the air
Lithium burns well


TGIF but:
Dark, drizzling, breezy, chilly, 
No thanks, gosh, I freeze


No fish caught
Standing in the stream 
What a break! 


No fish did I catch
Standing hours in Luke warm water;
Best break I ever caught.


New meds tried.
Yesterday, lost again.
Still, sunshine


Willy wagtail chirps
Restless dog and empty cups
Her short exams’ sun break


Live painting with words
Twitching hands snatching moments
How cool are haikus 


Hail Mary 
Artemis two home 
Forty nine


Happy pants and huffs
Butt to hip cuddly on the couch 
Always after walks 


Weirdest dream, so scary 
Last tenants still have keys
Surprise sleep over


Joyous dog
Knotted peeling paper trees
Happy barks 


Crusted eyes
Heavy, sweaty, breaths
Up, again


A good fight 
All that can be done
It’s good enough


Thick blanket
Sounds muffled and far
Comforting


Coffee cuts the fog 
Brighter light through eye lids 
A last deep slow breath


What epic fight,
Uppers and downers, 
Gut against brain


One Yukon
Our first home to own
It’s so Close.


Three five three;
A late poets dream.
Late arrival.


Biting days,
Far from halftime still, 
Yet so cold.


Hello and welcome,
And Haiku you do?
How curious am I 🙂


Five Seven Five,
Haikutsu as well,
A kitten’s big box


Once, I was, I thought.
Now, AI is, AI does, AI thinks,
I am not, I think.


Mid Autumn, 
Just hot enough to sweat 
Blessed smoothie iced.

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