This is haiku by somebody who knows what he is doing
after the weight
of a hiker’s boot
the tormentil springs back
This is more like a tanka, which is an older form than haiku,
by somebody who doesn’t know what she is doing!
everywhere and nowhere
here and gone
Oh my aching bones
Thought I’d share anyway.
The merit of this post is offered to a man who took his life yesterday and for his parents. _/\_