Little laughter's song,
Swirls around rainbow sculptures...

Left swipe across and
In goes the knife and out...

Aloft, I look with darting eyes, scared of fate...
A sound...

Rugged rock face slips,
revealing a sequined dance...

Travelling pins,
Red hot and long...

Language for me is
only a dream, a distant...

(8 words in every line)
It was late when I got into bed...

Moving bubble like...

broken never means
destroyed when the inner-child...

Their tears
Drenched in sorrow...

writing a haiku
should capture moments like a/the...

meadow flower popped
into a vase made me smile...