5-7-5 Haiku, do you?

There are times when my long, alliterated, overly imaged narratives bore me. So, I tried haiku. Five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five in the third. Short, sweet, interesting. I read up on haiku and learned it is an ancient Japanese art form whose subject was traditionally nature. Some of the haiku here are about nature. Some are not, and maybe they aren’t really haiku. I don’t know. So, dear reader, I invite you to share your understanding of haiku, and, if you dare, give it a hand.

I walked by the sea.
And the mist enveloped me.
My tears were salty.

Did you see that sun?
Dressed up in shameless purple.
A bit embarrassed.

I heard the baby cry out
After a sudden nightmare.
I lited the shade.

When the bomb landed
We, stunned, stared in disbelief
Then sadly shed skin.

Did you know that pig?
The one that oinked at sunrise?
We ate her last week.

Who rang the church bell?
The rats in the basement did.
They were bored to hell.

Yes, every time
We sing that song my heart weeps.
My broken heart bleeds.

What happened to you?
Did the wind blow you away
to me? I hope so.

At night in my bed
I feel the shadow breathing.
It knows me too well.

Why did you come here?
To now blame me or shame me?
Or to forgive me?