medicine buddha mantra

Posted in Haiku with tags , on July 27, 2015 by Ursula Maierl

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medicine buddha mantra

in the breeze

incense smoke swirls

Lines and limbs

Posted in Haibun, New Year, Travel on July 14, 2015 by Tito

.  “It is the line, as the custodian of the syllable, that controls the shape of a poem. Vowels expand the line; consonants contract it. … The line is the divining rod that releases the wellspring of poetry” (R. Parthasarathy). Perhaps this is also true of lineation in most English haiku?
.  I’ve just finished reading R.P.’s magnificent English translation of the 5th Century Tamil epic, the Cilappatikaram. On the first day of this year, out on the Coromandel Coast near the mouth of the Kaveri River at Poombukar, I had stumbled on a tiny local museum commemorating this gem of world literature. Thus was my interest in the epic awakened.
.  Epics could not be farther away from haiku in their length and form, and yet, strolling along the seashore afterwards amidst the holiday throng, I found a simple haiku to take away from my encounter with the mythic/erotic/heroic story of Kannaki and Kovalam I’d had that day …

Lithe black limbs flailing
As they dash into the sea …
Waves crash back.

In the dusk

Posted in Haiku, Summer with tags on June 18, 2015 by Mayumi Kawaharada

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Yellow lights flashingP1010803

To the sound of a stream––

Fireflies

 

………………………………….. Alighting on my black shirt

……………………………………… A firefly pauses, waits––

…………………………………………. My first gold medal!

 

from the Icebox inbox – 35

Posted in Haiku, Spring, Submissions, Tanka on May 30, 2015 by Hisashi Miyazaki

zoo visit…
after the downpour
a rainbow of macaws

……. (Grace Galton)

spring morning
how i fiddle with piano keys
missing her caress

……. (Payal Aggarwal)

indulgent mother
cow licking her calf
till he shines

……. (Joyce Joslin Lorenson)

Waiting for summer
The ice and snow are melted
But tempestuous storms
Wreak havoc
And I pine alone.

……. (Jane Wieman, Madison, Wisconsin)

The Old Tango Road

Posted in Event report, Haiku, Spring with tags on May 29, 2015 by Tito

Sat. 23 May, Kameoka. A few Hailstones joined Margarite Westra on a historical walk of 10 km. through the countryside of Kameoka. We sauntered along the Old Tango Road – in places today, no more than a narrow farm service road, but back in the Edo period (and for centuries before), the main thoroughfare from the capital to the northerly maritime province of Tango. Our thanks go to the Kameoka Bunka Shiryokan staff, who led the little expedition.KC4F0025

One highlight was the ancient shrine of Oi Jinja, where the last vestige of the lake that once filled the Kameoka Basin is preserved, and whose founding god rode a carp up the Oi (today the Hozu) River. Here are a couple of photos and a couple of haiku to show for the happy late spring day. The golden fields are the winter barley crop ripening before harvest; the flooded fields are waiting to receive rice seedlings.

…. Hammock strung between

…. a maple and a persimmon –

…. My green ceiling.

………… (Richard Donovan) KC4F0039

…. History tour –

…. Her thorough explanation

…. Drowned out by the lark.

………… (Tito)

* click on the photos to enlarge *

Wake

Posted in Haipho, Travel with tags , on May 22, 2015 by Tito
haipho in Malta by Akira Kibi
click on the photo to enlarge it and better read the haiku 

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Coriander

Posted in Haipho, Poem with tags on May 17, 2015 by Kazue Gill

コリアンダーの花が可愛いと
何度も言うあなたが可愛いよ。

You who, time and again, say
“How sweet is this coriander flower”…
How sweet are you!

コリアンダー

 

 

 

 

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