From the Icebox inbox – 26

wooded bridge…
a maple leaf settles
into its reflection

(kala ramesh)

day moonー
contrails traverse
the sea of tranquility

(Michael Henry Lee)

dropping a bucket
into a deep well


Morning eclipse
a bell dulled
by winds and miles

(David Stormer)

childhood gamesー
I match a yellow shirt
with today

(Alan Summers)


5 Responses to “From the Icebox inbox – 26”

  1. Wonderful haiku. Worth of pearls to preserve!

  2. I found some of these intriguing. What are contrails, for example? N. American usage for vapour trails, says my British English dictiionary, so thanks for that new word. I was intrigued too about the dulled bell in the morning eclipse… nice juxtaposition of images that makes one ponder the connection (though isn’t the sound of a bell usually carried by the wind?). And what does the choice of a yellow shirt have to do with childhood games, I wondered? Is it the type of colour worn when young – there certainly seems something joyful about it. The first poem had a rather wonderful image of a maple leaf falling and settling into its reflection, though I couldn’t help feeling it could have been phrased more poetically. The poem that appealed to me most was the bucket cast into a deep well, firstly because of its happy seasonal effect (midsummer, desire for water) and for the suggestion of profundity… it’s as if there’s mindfulness in the action which arises from use of the present tense. I felt the first verse could have benefitted from the same technique…
    Many thanks to the contributors for the stimulating reading pleasure.

  3. Paula Moore Says:

    Uplifting and beautiful. Thanks 4 hosting this site.

  4. Question for editor: is the last the senryu? I cancelled the ‘summer’ tag because of the first poem.

  5. I especially liked Alan’s haiku. Childhood, for most of us, was a golden time. Perhaps the poet saw a group of children playing in the bright sunshine and remembers his childhood. The brightness of the day and the happiness of the children give him a lift, and what better way to show his happy spirit than by wearing a summer color–yellow.

    Jiko’s midsummer haiku is another I liked very much. I can imagine the heat and the cooling aspect of fresh water, the cool darkness of the deep well in contrast to the heat and brightness on the level ground as well as the cooling sound of the splash. This haiku brings in sight, sound, the tactile feeling of the heat, and the taste of the water, maybe even the smell. Quite an accomplishment for 13 syllables and only 8 words.


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