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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
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
Sydney, the first haiku here has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s “Icebox inbox – 52” post.
Oh! Wow! Thank you! I’m so honored.
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.
Momiji, the last haiku here has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post. I wonder: what is your real name and where you live?
Sorry, I was traveling and could not read your comment.
My name is Felix Arce Araiz.
I am from Spain but live in San Francisco, CA.
Thank you very much
Thanks for the info.
(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
Ramesh, the last haiku here has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post.
(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
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…
Ulla, the haibun and first haiku here have been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post.
Thank you so much
Thank you!
Once a lump of clay—
Three sharp pieces in the sink
still hold memories
David, this haiku has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post.
Thank you.
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.
Bare patches are back—
playing hide-and-seek, the grass
joins the crocus search
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.
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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The empty season—
Neither snow nor flowers fill
this lonely garden
Kawazu cherry blossoms are coming out
every day bulbuls come
petals are dancing
falling down
It’s snowing day after day —
Little birds are out of food
Where do I hang the mandarin?
Spring drizzle —
some monkeys appear in the garden
chase them away loudly
Heavy snow day after day —
Japanese white-eye are out of food
hang the mandarin in the pouring snow
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.
in the dance of snowflakes
Japanese white-eye ask some food
from me in the garden
Yoshiharu, this haiku has been selected and commented on in Sosui’s new “Icebox inbox – 52” post. ‘asks’
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
gone
spring has come —
sign the handmade teacup
peace in the world
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
The river flows yet
it remains the same— only
the water moves on
Weeding and pruning—
Stoic plants accept their fate
ripped out by the roots.
Blood on my arm, once again
only the roses fought back
Into the sky
writing the PEACE in large letters —
the swallows are dancing
Yoshiharu, Gerald’s tensaku of this poem was selected for the latest inbox posting. You and he did a good job, I feel.
This, just in from beginner, Rui Nishi:
Planting rice together,
I made new friends:
summer, just around the corner
blood red moon —
Elon’s satellites
mar the night sky
Zamora
8 a.m. bus
heavy mist glazes
december fields
in every village, graffiti
barren vineyards
crying doves
a bird hits
the bus windshield—
prayer
sunbeams beyond
fresh-plowed fields
and fog
quiet city
no roar of traffic
just the river’s
flowering rosemary
baptize
my fists
fig tree growing
beneath
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
Zamora, Spain? It is a great collection of haiku. Nice….
Thank you, gracias :)
hello, yes, it is Zamora, Spain. Thank you so much.
wishing for a peace
the young olive tree is in bloom —
tiny cute flowers
a bunch of oliive
being in bloom first —
in the tiny garden
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
**
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
India
Great haikus. The first one talks to me because i have this feeling too of white screen but rather in clear weather. I like the fourth one best because , after all, mood is what haiku is about, whether we want it or not.
Best
Lakshmi, ‘toy drummer’ was selected by Gerald for the new inbox posting
Thank you so much for the acceptance!!
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
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.
Senryu in the political vein;
empty platforms
at Paddington Station —
shelves all bare, too