Submissions 8 – NEW ONES HERE!

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55 responses to “Submissions 8 – NEW ONES HERE!

    • please allow me to propose these haiku::

      this morning
      rain vain attempt
      to transparency
      in the frozen silence
      grass breaks
      I relent
      in the snow
      a crow caws
      did that nevus grow

      thank you for your comments
      I wish you a wonderful autumn

  1. last sliver of sunlight
    gray geese still honking, grazing
    on dark earth

    cotton candy sky
    treats my evening eye
    — train window

    shadows of
    barren vineyards
    at sunset—
    cold moon

    a small boy cries
    for Christmas chocolates
    he cannot have —
    cold foggy day

  2. Hi, I don’t know if I have done it correctly. If not, my apologies. Yesterday I tried to write my haikus but something must have gone wrong. Thank you very much.

    just dawns –
    behind the mount’s shade
    the sky so clear

    sí, amanece,
    tras la sombra del monte
    se aclara el cielo

    walking at dawn –
    slightly wet
    the high grass

    camino al alba,
    ligeramente húmedas
    las hierbas altas

    singing the lark –
    run the road
    clouds’ shades

    canta una alondra,
    recorren el camino
    sombras de nubes

    just walking –
    close to the dog without owner
    among the vineyards

    sólo caminar,
    junto al perro sin dueño
    entre las viñas

    arises from the fog
    and disappears in it –
    the pilgrim

    surge en la niebla
    y en ella se deshace,
    el peregrino

    Thank you very much again.

  3. (from K. Ramesh, just in…..)

    Dear Tito,

    Thank you for the invite. I have these haiku for your consideration.

    long trail ..
    a sense of the forest
    grows in me

    misty morning…
    I write a haiku
    on the car’s windshield

    jasmine scent…
    morning sun warms
    the bellies of storks

  4. (from John Parsons, just in…..)

    winter greenhouse
    rows of flowerpots
    fill with webs

    winter greenhouse …
    condensation crisscrossed
    by banded snails

    child leaves a small stone
    on a scallop shell before
    the turning tide

    No Fishing sign
    a heron’s eye
    catches mine

    hunched shapes
    of pigeons shrug off
    joyful morning flight

  5. Under my high legged sofa is an old brown suitcase with remnants from my dear deceased parents. It has been sitting there since my sister and I cleared out our childhood home nine years ago. Like a constant reminder, it has been on our “to do” list since: sorting out diaries, letters from relatives and papers from our father’s work as professor. But each time my sister visited, we postponed it as just too much – just now – when the sun was shining or a museum or film lured us to less heartbreaking activities. We know how fast we packed that heavy old thing! Years went by and last May my little sister became ill with cancer and died after just one month. So short a time to say all the unsaid things from a long life! Now I am the sole matriarch and the suitcase has been shouting at me to be opened. To my surprise my father wrote drafts of his correspondence.

    The paper crackles
    Thin between my fingertips
    Letters from beloved

    Can’t see this clearly
    The tears of past remembrance
    I hear his deep voice

    His words from the past
    To me who is his daughter
    Could I just write back…

    • Several years ago, I re-started making pottery after a 30+ year hiatus. The first piece I made was a smallish bowl which I used every day: for salad, dipping sauces, etc. and I even drank sake from it. One day I was washing it and it slipped from my hand and broke into three pieces. Those pieces now can only hold memories. My Japanese friends say the haiku has wabi-sabi.

      • Please put this comment at t
        he foot of the new Icebox inbox posting, where it will have relevance. Thanks for doing what Nobuyuki suggested.

  6. Three haiku, just in, from UK-based Hailstone poet, Kamome:

    Scent of detergent
    In a narrow alleyway –
    The passer-by’s smile.

    Crushed red admiral:
    The animation of life
    In its breeze-blown wings.

    Crooner’s recording
    From a promenade bandstand
    Vies with wind and waves.

  7. history walk
    the kings and queens
    share their secrets

    missing dad
    I listen to his
    favourite song

    ancestral house
    the old tree and I
    share our memories

    late night
    I look out for the road
    back home

    • Mira, the third haiku here has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post. Forgive me if I asked before, but what is your real name and where do you reside? Shall we credit that or will you just be ‘Mira’?

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  9. The songbirds are back—
    The young ones have already
    learned the ancient tunes

    Deep in the pantry—
    The last jar of last summer’s
    jam awaits its fate

    Cherries in full bloom.
    Petals falling one by one.
    No time to wither.
    Feelings have flittered away.
    Your empty chair reminds me.

  10. before the storm —
    scent of jasmine
    infuses humidity

    mesmerizing —
    watching reeds between
    water and cedar knees

    4:31 pm
    half moon in the sky
    my dog sniffing a tree

    watching the hair
    in my tea cup
    while I drink —
    buddha’s garden

    january mourning
    hawk’s nest and
    tree trimmers

  11. This, just in from John Parsons in U.K.:

    before trees leaf
    wood anemones innocent
    white dazzle

    Unkempt hazel hedges explode beside girths of ancient oaks,
    where even the maiden birches are beset with deep rutted eyes
    and mouths, bruised by sliding light.
    Here on the leaning stile, alone once more, I have time to join
    their presence in space and to allow the wind that searches
    their branches to urge me to feel my face in that same green grasp
    of space, they all know as one.
    Even as I write ,the fringe of shade sinks and rises in the hollows
    of the meadow, with the eternal motion of the sun..

    avenue of beeches
    engraved lovers names
    mere shadows

  12. This, just in from beginner, Rui Nishi:

    Planting rice together,
    I made new friends:
    summer, just around the corner

  13. Zamora

    8 a.m. bus
    heavy mist glazes
    december fields

    in every village, graffiti
    barren vineyards
    crying doves

    a bird hits
    the bus windshield—

    sunbeams beyond
    fresh-plowed fields
    and fog

    quiet city
    no roar of traffic
    just the river’s

    flowering rosemary
    my fists

    fig tree growing
    a stone bridge

    reeds weep
    under weight
    of sudden raindrops

    birdsong from branches
    lead to olives
    beneath feet

    church of María Magdalena
    great waters
    fertile fields

    scent of wet cottonwood
    patch of rose illumines
    from stained-glass

    ancient, the spiral shaft
    castle stairs
    flowing river

    the great cranes
    have returned
    for winter

  14. Breathless

    The doctor gets up early for a quick walk and plucks flowers for his daily worship at the temple. His wife as usual takes the charge to finish the daily chores. The clinic is set up at their place. He became known as an angel for the poor and the downtrodden. This has been going on for the last three to four decades. He was just awarded the ‘Doctor of the Year’!
    Today all the parameters of physical ailment has taken the back door.

    wisteria blooms
    for the first time
    no one around


  15. Hello!!
    My offerings are:

    blind rain
    the sense of cataract
    in my eyes

    summer’s end …
    kids thrashing the waves
    with their slippers


    war …
    the toy drummer
    hitting harder and harder


    moody sea …
    a part of the beach
    in my shoe

    Lakshmi Iyer

  16. Very happy new year to you !

    Christmas rush
    tree branches on the ground
    broken by the wind

    rush de Noël
    des branches d’arbre au sol
    cassées par le vent

    New Year’s Eve
    the neighbours’ light
    struck by the wind

    nuit de réveillon
    la lumière des voisins
    frappée par la pluie

    silent evening
    the sound of their shoes
    in the gravel

    silence du soir
    le bruit de leurs chaussures
    dans les gravillons

    new year
    the fountain of the square
    flows flows

    nouvelle année
    la fontaine de la place
    coule coule

    vacation over
    two other foreigners
    will sleep here

    vacances finies
    deux autres étrangers
    dormiront ici

    2nd January
    it’is new year every day
    back to work

    2 janvier
    tous les jours c’est nouvel an
    retour au travail

  17. These, just in (by email) for possible Icebox posting from Kamome (in UK) …

    Dental hygienist:
    The warmth of her ample bust
    Against my temple.

    Midsummer heatwave –
    My lost nail paring gleams
    In the morning sun.

    On our postboxes,
    ‘EIIR’ becomes one more
    Previous monarch.

    Busy shopping mall –
    A chocolate-coated peanut
    Rolls ahead of us.

    Platform waiting room:
    The illusion of motion
    On re-used train seats.

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