Submissions 4 – frozen
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May 31, 2015 at 1:05 am
light mist
among the wisteria
a hummingbird whirs
snowdrift
against a blind man’s cane
the smell of wet asphalt
tidal bore —
my shadow brushes the tip
of the willet’s beak
August 8, 2015 at 8:08 am
victory garden
fireworks
just because
June 20, 2015 at 6:55 pm
wind turbines
turning round and round
a summer dream
August 8, 2015 at 8:09 am
gray skies
a darker shade of gray
barometric pressure
June 20, 2015 at 6:56 pm
fleeting shadows
across a shimmering pond
the full moon
August 8, 2015 at 8:11 am
crescent moon
snagged by a tree
thoughts that detain me
June 20, 2015 at 6:57 pm
a sudden downpour…
two lovers seen refuge
under a small umbrella
June 20, 2015 at 7:03 pm
CORRECTION:
a sudden downpour…
two lovers seek refuge
under a small umbrella
July 3, 2015 at 10:24 am
A haiku sent in via email by Tom West:
Twinned table-topped hills
Frame two primordial bays –
The cook chars paprika
Glendale, nr Dunvegan, Scotland (19/6/15)
July 7, 2015 at 6:09 am
Left alone
the peasant and the field –
finally at rest
…..
Sa moeng rd, near Chiang Mai, Thailand (02/07/15)
July 14, 2015 at 4:08 pm
summer morning
birdsong echoing from
forested hills
***
winter storm
sweeping white roses
off twins tombstone
September 19, 2015 at 11:56 pm
Love birdsong echoing from forested hills.
warm regards,
Alan
September 21, 2015 at 5:01 pm
Thank you Alan for appreciating my haiku.
August 17, 2015 at 5:31 pm
lost in thought
I stray into the way
of butterflies
September 19, 2015 at 11:55 pm
Really like this!
Alan
September 20, 2015 at 12:12 am
Thank you very much, Alan.
August 20, 2015 at 4:05 pm
frosty evening
I chant for us
walking through forest
***
autumn wind
carry maple leaves
across untrodden path
August 27, 2015 at 8:33 am
wasp nest in a maze
a boy keeps his own counsel
inside the corn field
Alan Summers
August 27, 2015 at 4:15 pm
Great capture of a moment, Alan. I can see and feel the emotion.
September 19, 2015 at 11:53 pm
Thanks Grace. :-) It’s the maze between Bradford on Avon and Avoncliff.
warm regards,
Alan
August 27, 2015 at 4:17 pm
nightfall…
unfazed by the parting
a heron and his shadow
September 19, 2015 at 11:55 pm
Always love a heron haiku!
Here’s one from me:
night of small colour
a part of the underworld
becomes one heron
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Modern Haiku Vol. 45.2 Summer 2014
Anthology credit: Haiku 2015 (Modern Haiku Press, 2015)
http://www.modernhaiku.org/mhbooks/index.html
October 5, 2015 at 6:32 pm
grandmother’s room
devoid of knick & knacks
but a Christmas rose
*****
winter evening
a frosted Buddha
awaits for sunlight
January 3, 2016 at 12:11 pm
Thanks for these, Payal. ‘grandmother’s room’ chosen for inbox 37. Used the normal English ‘knick-knacks’ (hope that’s OK). Please see footnote about the Christmas rose: am I correct in my assumption?
November 25, 2015 at 9:37 am
(posted for Kamome)
Dear Tito,
As the world’s greatest champion of the unprolific, I ask you to accept this modest effort. I haven’t committed anything to paper for ages, though some haiku and senryu have been floating around in my head for a while without me being able to pin them down. I have also composed a tanka, but it is too bawdy to send, let alone post on the site. Here, however, is something that is acceptable:
Charity shopfront –
Woodworm holes in the handle
Of an old man’s cane.
I follow your work on Mt.Ogura and your activism with interest. Give my regards to all who remember me.
Yours,
Kamome
November 25, 2015 at 12:01 pm
from over the hills
the lowing of a cow
bulrushes tall
in the pond (June, Mineral Point)
Stained glass autumn:
Blue sky beyond
Bare black-limbed oaks,
Their fallen leaves carpeting the grass,
And gold orange red maples (November, Rennebohm Park)
Moon slightly waxed past half
clean in the pale blue
of November first morning sky (November, Madison)
(Jane Wieman, Wisconsin)
November 25, 2015 at 3:18 pm
their dance
learned from flowers…
black butterflies
first cuckoo…
a slight hesitation
in the nun’s prayers
Times crossword…
I swap my fountain pen
for a pencil
cloudburst…
running feet mirrored
on the pavement
January 3, 2016 at 12:13 pm
Although rather out-of-season, much liked ‘first cuckoo’, so selected it for our inbox 37. Thank you for your submissions.
January 3, 2016 at 8:32 pm
Thank you very much, Tito
December 14, 2015 at 7:42 pm
fresh snow
the new beauty
of a lifeless rose
January 3, 2016 at 12:13 pm
Chosen for inbox 37. Thanks.
January 7, 2016 at 8:02 pm
Thank you, Tito. I very much enjoy being a part of this wonderful community.
January 13, 2016 at 3:15 am
squinting my eyes
sun becomes
a prisoner
January 13, 2016 at 5:27 pm
first white flakes
she follows the yellow line
to chemo
January 13, 2016 at 8:28 pm
new shoes
snow squeaks like
last year’s
June 3, 2016 at 1:52 pm
Published. Thank you! Hisashi
January 22, 2016 at 4:21 am
Six years in the north,
And my London-born mother
Lets slip a flat ‘A’ (1).
Cooking for Mother –
After decades of control,
Her kitchen, revealed.
Shallow lake stretches
Between the rec (2) ground goalmouths –
Cotton wool clouds pass.
(1) A point of pronunciation, common in the north of England but not in the south; e.g. /fotograf/ rather than /fotogra:f/.
(2) rec = recreation. In the UK, the ‘rec’ is the name often given to a grass-covered sports ground available for the use of the general public.
June 3, 2016 at 1:54 pm
Third, published. Thanks! Hisashi
February 7, 2016 at 4:19 am
morning birdsong
before the motorway
roars
February 16, 2016 at 1:24 am
evening hush
beyond city lights
wires hum
June 3, 2016 at 1:54 pm
Published. Thank you! Hisashi
February 26, 2016 at 8:13 pm
full snow moon
looking back where we might have been
February 26, 2016 at 8:15 pm
should have laid out as
full snow moon
looking back where
we might have been
April 16, 2016 at 5:11 pm
pre dawn
sound of temple bells
wake up the beggars
*****
autumn moon
cradling in its blossom
memories-old and new
April 16, 2016 at 7:21 pm
lights out…
the bluebottle and I
settle to sleep
April 16, 2016 at 10:54 pm
Please tell us your name.
April 17, 2016 at 1:43 am
Sorry, it’s Grace Galton
April 24, 2016 at 4:46 pm
passing a rocky path
a farmer
sound asleep
family portrait —
ancestral house behind us
fading
Baguio by night
street food and old clothes
keep me warm
April 26, 2016 at 4:11 pm
gong of the bell
taken by wind
my blowing hair
May 30, 2016 at 7:04 pm
bare branches –
I carry the bin across light
scattered on gravel
spring tree grows
against its old bark
shot echoing …
breakup by mobile message –
whirlpool
in the bathroom sink
the marina
cluttered with yachts
suddenly a clink!
paddling
dead skin sloughs off
my red feet
June 3, 2016 at 1:57 pm
The fourth, published. Thank you! Hisashi
February 6, 2017 at 6:47 pm
The first selected for Inbox 39. Thanks
June 18, 2016 at 1:43 am
a kestrel stoops –
the cutting edge
of a Shakuhachi
February 6, 2017 at 6:47 pm
Have selected this for our Inbox 39. I trust that ‘stoops’ means ‘plummets’?
February 19, 2017 at 10:05 pm
Thanks, Tito, for including my haiku in Inbox 39. Yes, “stoops” is the word for a kestrel’s aerial dive as it seeks its prey.
June 20, 2016 at 5:22 pm
mounted on a rusted pole a rain beat flag
February 6, 2017 at 6:46 pm
Thanks, Payal. Published in Inbox 39
June 27, 2016 at 6:54 pm
noren dripping
the fragrant froth
of green tea
January 28, 2017 at 8:04 am
cold morning moon
streaks of cloud discreetly veil
an absent face
February 6, 2017 at 6:45 pm
Thanks. Published in Inbox 39
February 6, 2017 at 11:11 pm
Stoops is when a bird of prey swoops down on their prey
February 6, 2017 at 11:17 pm
OK, will have to change it back, I guess, though very few will understand that term, I fear