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Fishing village
A haiku
fishing village —
on basalt rocks
damp seaweed
—
The tide has only just withdrawn, leaving the basalt dark and shining in the morning air. Damp ribbons of seaweed cling to the rock, breathing quietly between the rhythms of sea and shore. Around the fishing village, the day begins in the slow, patient cadence the water has always kept.
First published on NaHaiWriMo.
Curious how these small moments become haiku? I’ve written a short guide called The Three-Minute Haiku System, which shows a simple way to turn an observation into a draft haiku in just a few minutes.







