5-7-5 syllabic effort ...

My tryst with haiku

remains a failure umpteenth,

I fret rhythm fall.

I count up and add,

I calculate, aim to carve

a haiku lively.

 I incarcerate

echo of a singing bird,

buzz of butterfly.

I steal a rainbow

from the torn indigo sky

and a laughing heart.

I pour all with love

lexis, thoughts race and fly high

 haiku is born bright.