Poetry, like any literature, is art. As such, it ebbs and flows with the soul of the writer. This collection of original Haikus have been written for no other reason than to be written. They are good, they are bad. They are peaceful representation of nature, they are maddening depictions of humanity. They express emotion, they are devoid of feeling. Read or not, comment or not, the purpose of art is to exist.
Haikus are for me
But they are also for you
Words that can be fun