So the other day I pasted three haiku from my blog comments into a document on my computer and noted with satisfaction that yet another round number had been achieved: Rick Daddario had just left his 100th haiku as a comment on this blog. And I know I am going to be celebrating all my amazing commenters in just a couple of days, but I had long planned to feature Rick in a post of his own as soon as he hit 100 haiku (which I had no doubt he would), and this is when it happened, so here goes.
Rick has been commenting here prolifically, entertainingly, thoughtfully, helpfully, philosophically, supportively, and … oh, let’s not forget ramblingly … since back in June, which is almost as long as this blog has been around. There is no such thing as a pointless or boring comment from Rick. (Well, okay, maybe a little pointless. But in a good way. You know, the way surrealism is pointless. But definitely not boring.) It is so much fun having him around. Also, he writes some very cool haiku. (“Cool” is one of Rick’s favorite words.)
I’ve scattered just a sampling of my favorites of Rick’s ku down below, rambling all over the page in a way I hope Rick can relate to. Also, I’ve tried to link whenever possible to the original post that Rick was referring to, because a lot of the connections he makes between my ku and ideas and his are really interesting.
I hope you go check out Rick’s own blog, 19 Planets, where he mostly features his fascinating art (which I appreciate but can’t say much intelligent about because I am woefully ignorant about visual art), lots of which has words on it (I really appreciate that part). He also has some cool audience-participation activities on his site, including the great ku-me and the brand-new ku-on.
(By the way, there are several other people who have left me tons of ku in my comments. Rest assured, their turns are coming.)
Okay. Without further ado, heeeeeeeeeere’s Rick.
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breath count
slowing the wings
of a butterfly
one Buddha
a perfect circle
on the road
muddy hand
against the wall
a street poet
wet feet
in the water
a dance
butterfly breeze
the flapping of lace
curtains
the shadow
around this keyhole
a locked door
the rain stops
outside my window
the crickets
wild life
the dance floor
a beehive
ku-me your ku
across a red dragonfly
splattering mud
carving the damp soil
taking away the spatter
yellow mud dauber
wet ink
on her shoulder
red dragonfly
crickets tonight
the passing rain clouds
have left music
fireflies
above the creek
a roadway
summer tea
the temperature
of moonlight
bed bound
in the tree house
a nestling
dandelion fluff
the last mouthful
of summer wine
lost ticket
the journey begins
now
big moon
the sky has become small
in my old age
a crash
of fallen leaves
red
groggy mind ~
this mountain veil
of volcanic haze
white birch
hidden in the snow
exclamation point
around in a circle
voices back and forth
a round in a circle
midnight
the stars so sharp
my eyes ache
upside down can
the garbage truck moves on
life
back eddy
this slow current
of childhood
the light tink
of rain in the gutter
storm break
constellations ~
each snowflake
in perfect place
the Milky way
a sprinkle of salt
in ink
the milky way
laughing so hard tonight
it comes out my nose
night blossom
beyond this dark tunnel
the moon
frog blossom
ripples in the pond
leave a moon
more moon
through avocado leaves
a soft glow
Red Dragonfly 