Submissions 2 – FROZEN

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107 Responses to “Submissions 2 – FROZEN”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    a ripple of light –
    in the silence I hear the rose
    unfold its petals

    (Janak Sapkota, Winter Light 2005)

    nobody comes to see her
    but a fern adorns
    her tombstone

    (Janak Sapkota, 2009)

    • Thanks for these submissions. Janak Sapkota is your name, right? American? You’ll have to wait for a month or two to see if an editor posts one of these, as we posted an inbox selection to the top page only a few days ago.

      • Sorry, I am not Janak, I submit these haiku because I admire them. He is Nepalese haiku poet.

    • This Submissions page is really for poets to submit their own work. So can we reproduce one of JS’ in the next Icebox inbox selection, do you think? Do you know him?
      Next time, please send us one or two of your own haiku or short poems, if that is possible.
      I love Nepal… and wonder who you are, Anonymous? Bam Dev Sharma, perhaps?

      • Yes, you can reproduce them in Icebox. I informed JS about this submission and he approves.
        I am Shambhu Kandel, a Ghazal poet. I write in Nepali so unfortunately I cannot submit for icebox.
        Good to know that you love Nepal, may be next time you are here we can arrange a poetry reading.

      • Thanks, Shambhu and Janak. Will use one of them inthe next inbox in a few weeks. Namaste!

  2. Spoiling the world’s sleep,
    crows— fighting over compost,
    wake me with the sun

  3. Dana Garrett Says:

    star window mirror star

  4. white roses
    in my moonbeam garden
    ginger cat

    butterfly days
    oregano and basil
    hot rock garden

  5. Sun climbing to noon

    the hiss of a sprinkler

    my only relief.

  6.  黒ねこの
     変る目の色
     9月の月

    In the black cat’s
    changing eye
    September moon

  7. cedar getters
    a bright axe sings
    hot fragrant air

  8. Hour hand on seven
    Left hand on belly
    One ear still out for cicadas

  9. cooler mornings the light of dawn skips across Buddah’s face

    cool dry winds
    i procrastinate starting a day
    without the sun

  10. grey rainy day —
    a quick scatter of light
    .. kingfisher

  11. David Stormer Says:

    tires on wet
    streets saying
    sameness sameness

  12. With great pleasure I made a poetic journey through Icebox.
    Haiku unveils the inner insight of human being and brings closer to the beauty of creation.

    haiku writing—
    in garden all seasons
    arrive together

    P.K.Padhy, India

    • Thanks, PK, for your kind words. So glad you find pleasure in our site. Feel free to post another haiku or two from time to time via the comments facility on this page.

  13. low yellOw moon
    over the quiet
    .. lamplit house

    (by Kerouac)
    ————————

    haiku class —
    song of bell crickets
    outside the quiet lamplit house

    ———————–

  14. atumn leaves-
    the slow striptease
    of the red maple

  15. Rain and snow compete
    dressing, then undressing trees—
    A white Halloween

  16. late autumn
    the breeze escapes
    with tender touch

    *****
    autumn rain
    the wiper swings with
    colorful leaves

    *****

    P K Padhy, India

    http://pkpadhy.blogspot.com

  17. Walks become noisy.
    The path is harder to find—
    Red and gold carpet.
    Oak trees shed their summer garb.
    Girding for the first snowfall.

  18. winter rain
    all the Christmas lights
    go out

    **************************

    winter moon
    pink camellias
    till it’s time to go

  19. let’s drift away
    the mirror of the snow

  20. Thanks for asking, you are right, there are several!
    My last name is “Gardien”, and I’m “only” Claire for sometimes being part of Ashley’s Renku team…

  21. frost on the pane.
    winter words shaken down
    – icy cold breath

  22. sun set—
    splash of darkness
    back to the sky

    *****
    moonlit shadow
    the old dogs lick
    each other

    *****
    pleasant darkness
    I could reach the distant
    bright light

    P K Padhy

  23. winter work day
    filling the wheelbarrow
    full of sunshine

    • I like the feeling/language of “the wheelbarrow full of sunshine”. For me, this image in itself suggests a “work day”. I also like the idea how the season “winter” seems to deepen the setting, as well as offer a contrast with the “sunshine” .

  24. from her dark hip the moon’s curve

    sun shower
    a twig settles in the cloud

    Presence #45

    a mouse licks the Cheshire moon

    new snow
    the blueness of the sky

    Unpublished

  25. Immortal Love

    Under a strong breeze
    Kinoshita’s grey ricefield
    Turns green and yellow.

  26. pamela a. babusci Says:

    a heart
    devoid of love
    is an empty vessel
    after praying to Buddha
    his deep silence

    Pamela A. Babusci NY/USA

    Certificate of Merit
    The 6th International Tanka Festival
    Tokyo, Japan 2009

    • It’s a very interesting modern Tanka. The first time I read it I thought it was a Cinquain. As a matter of fact, if you added ‘the’ before “Buddha,” followed by a dash, and cut “his deep” the poem could pull double duty:

      (2) A heart
      (4) devoid of love
      (6) is an empty vessel.
      (8) After praying to the Buddha—
      (2) silence

      In either form it is beautiful.

  27. pamela a. babusci Says:

    thank you cdsinex for your remarks. modern tanka doesn’t follow a strict 5/7/5/7/7 pattern. i write a lot of “free form” tanka. i have never written a cinquain. pamela

    • Pamela, it is a wonderful Tanka, and I hope you didn’t think I was criticizing the fact that it was “free form,” I was not. Nor was I suggesting it was more Cinquain than Tanka. I, as I’m sure you do, often read long poems or hear song lyrics and think that with some tweaking certain lines would be a nice Haiku or Tanka. My clumsy comment was meant as admiration (even jealousy) of beauty of your Tanka.

      In the early 1900s Adelaide Crapsey wrote Cinquains that were greatly influenced by Haiku and Tanka. She died quite young after writing around thirty “Crapsey Cinquains,” all of which are available on line at cinquain(dot)org/cinquain.html.

      David

  28. pamela a. babusci Says:

    dear david,

    i did have a slight problem with you “changing”
    my tanka into a cinquain. i am sensitive that way.

    i have written tanka for over
    17 years & i am the tanka editor of: Moonbathing: a journal of
    women’s tanka. thank you for your admiration of my tanka.
    are you on Facebook? let me know . many blessings & HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! pamela

    valentine’s day a trace of your incense on the roses

    pamela a. babusci
    Frogpond 1995

  29. Trailing round the shops
    With her comedian dad –
    Such a happy child.

  30. winter night–
    gentle whispering of
    warm words

    • nice contrast PK: cold/warm; harsh/soft. I can see people huddled together, perhaps comforting each other in companionship during what might be a freezing night.

  31. Slight revision:

    Trailing round the shops
    With her joker of a dad:
    Such a happy child.

    • This has a better cadence than the one posted a short time ago. Thanks, Kamome! I like it, but sense a touch of envy in there somewhere?

      • companero2008 Says:

        Envy of whom: the child or the father?

      • Thanks for mistype note. I felt a suggestion of the poet’s envy of the child for having a joker father, but probably this wasn’t intended. I wonder, if it is possible for you to return to your commenting as ‘Kamome’, so that Hailstones know who you are?

  32. Solitary crow
    Pulls moss off of the sidewalk
    Looking for a worm

    parallel jet streams
    coming together at dusk
    pink clouds to the east

    couch does not know it
    sits vertical, soaking wet
    half-in a dumpster

    dead possum in road
    face already eaten by
    a flock of ravens

    a thousand mushrooms
    covered in a soft cold mist
    quivering in the wind

    • Nice challenge, writing in the 5-7-5 line form. The images of “jet streams coming together at dusk” (poem #2), and mushrooms in cold mist (poem #5), attracted my attention the most. I think “jet streams” can offer the reader a chance at personal reflection. “mushrooms” seems to hint at some mystery. I’m not sure the last lines in these two poems help deepen these experiences though.

    • a thousand mushrooms: up now on the top page. Please subscribe to email notifications of new Icebox postings.

  33. between the seasons-
    countless leaves
    either coming or going

  34. Spring’s garden still bare.
    Seedlings push on cold-frame glass
    waiting for warm nights.
    Perched on a nearby tree branch
    a bird whose call I don’t know.

  35. Plum buds peep
    At the black March
    Cherry trees

  36. moonlit koi
    under the lilies
    beneath the stars

    three wrens
    for the price of one
    spring rain

    quarreling jays
    the feeders half full
    or the feeders half empty

  37. mud flecks
    I want to dive in and out
    of your freckles

    Valentine’s Day
    we fall in love again
    over B&W movies

    sleep breathing–
    each of those love numbers
    is my wife’s birthday

  38. Claireg Says:

    peeping through the moon
    the glossy red cherries
    — thirsty spring

  39. Hi
    I’m Kala Ramesh here!
    I live in Pune, India.

    summer sky . . .
    the temple doves somersault
    into wingsong

    Kala Ramesh

  40. companero2008 Says:

    Holiday

    1.There

    Going to the tent,
    He reaches instinctively
    For his front door key.

    2.Back again

    At the ferry port,
    One hour before departure –
    That rolling feeling.

    • At the ferry port: up now on the top page. Please subscribe to email notifications of new Icebox postings.

  41. wooded bridge . . .
    a maple leaf settles
    into its reflection

    star counting
    we walk the spring moon
    up the hill path

    Kala Ramesh
    Pune, India

  42. foreign land–
    rose smiles alike through
    Africa to Europe

    Pravat Kumar Padhy, India

  43. miry fields
    somewhere in the mango grove
    a low-throated kree

    old oak
    spring birthing
    gnarled

    Alegria Imperial, Canada

  44. .

    painting class
    children color each other
    into laughter

    .

  45. .

    morning rush
    a dewdrop dangles
    the sun

    .

  46. Claire Says:

    april dust –
    how to vote and elect
    one’s lemon colours?

  47. day moon-
    contrails traverse
    the sea of tranquility

    cabana boys
    coco butter
    till the wee hours

    the swallows return
    their feats aerial
    in gathering darkness

  48. Morning eclipse
    a bell dulled
    by winds and miles

    • Nice effect with the juxtaposition of the eclipse and the faint sound of a far away bell. Makes me wonder if the bell and its suggested sound is real…

  49. St Pancras Station
    John Betjeman’s waistcoat
    catches the breeze

    the all-alone stone
    just you, Great Auk
    and me

    mating damselflies
    a few drops from a splashbox
    onto the patio

    basketball session
    Azure Damselflies shift
    round the day’s heat

    wonky chimney
    its noon day shadow
    straighter

    Paddington Station
    we grip love handles
    at the ticket barrier

    childhood games-
    I match a yellow shirt
    with today

    Alan Summers
    http://area17.blogspot.com

  50. Sweet smell of summer—
    Looking down on bare meadows
    the first cut of hay

  51. Birds furiously fight
    On the bird table full of
    Seeds refilled today

    Disappointing winds
    Reduce battling umbrellas
    To thin walking sticks

    Hungry birds fly down
    Onto the bright green lawn where
    Spare seeds have fallen

  52. heat wave-
    the size and shape
    of every breath

    eye of the storm
    barely time for our
    last goodbye

  53. breaking dawn-
    doves ascend the path
    of least resistance

  54. Perhaps a better version of a poem just posted

    eye of the strorm-
    barley time for a
    last goodbye

  55. Today being a glorious autumn day I thought I would post a haiku which was puplsihed in A Hundred Gourds, 3/2012.

    goldenrod
    growing in abundance-
    a new restlesness

    Adelaide

  56. Michael Henry Lee Says:

    autumn winds
    nothing bears repeating
    but the moon

  57. Indian Summer
    that first bicycle ride
    with an older girl

    Cat moon
    my wife ill with posset
    at the restaurant

    maple moon
    grandmother’s recipe
    settles in the pan

    silver spoon sugar
    the maple moon reflected
    in its own shine

    Alan Summers
    England, U.K.

  58. Drizzle –
    My thoughts talk only
    Of my nightmares

    Rattle snakes –
    I remember my words
    Causing a riot

    Cobwebs –
    My daily routine is
    Lost in entanglement

  59. French poet, born in Spain, 68, writing mostly (99%) in french

    I am not sure the 5/7/5 7/7 in english is correct here…

    Le jardin d’automne
    est un vert paradis frais
    peu après la pluie

    ciao soleil adieu cagnard
    ai-je donc été crapaud

    translation :

    garden in autumn
    is a green fresh paradise
    after rain shortly

    fare you well deadly sun
    must I’ve been a toad I feel

  60. Autumn Haiku

    breathing in—
    across the room my husband
    peels a tangerine

    a brisk wind–-
    the memory of old wine
    in wet leaves

    late autmn–
    the sound of the brook
    is cold

    Adelaide B. Shaw

    previousely published: Gean, Gean, World Haiku Review

  61. a diary –
    within its ruled lines
    anger and tears

  62. wild boars
    write in the sand —
    october rains

  63. At this stage of life
    seasons swirl ever faster—
    Years drop like petals

  64. Thank you. I had considered it a senryū when I wrote, and posted it.

  65. John Hawkhead Says:

    lying together
    after the spring thunderstorm
    blossom and hailstones

    • Kindly repost this and the next haiku as a single comment on the NEW ONES HERE! Submissions page, for this page is no longer used. Thanks, John.

  66. John Hawkhead Says:

    long tailed tits
    gathering in the hawthorn
    first flurries of snow

    • I remembered that we’d had a few submissions on the old Submissions page, and pulled this one out for the inbox posting (Feb. ’15). Thanks. Are you based in the UK, John?

  67. John Hawkhead Says:

    Yes, i’m in Bradford on Avon. Raining, not snowing!

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