Submissions 2 – FROZEN
Anyone not yet an Icebox contributor, who wishes to submit an English haiku, haiqua, senryu, tanka, or (short) haibun or renga, can do so by offering it as a comment on this page. Just type it into the reply box below and click ‘submit’. An editor might later decide to move it onto the top page.
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August 25, 2011 at 8:39 pm
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)
August 27, 2011 at 12:33 pm
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.
September 8, 2011 at 9:45 pm
Sorry, I am not Janak, I submit these haiku because I admire them. He is Nepalese haiku poet.
September 8, 2011 at 9:58 pm
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?
September 13, 2011 at 7:28 pm
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.
September 13, 2011 at 11:07 pm
Thanks, Shambhu and Janak. Will use one of them inthe next inbox in a few weeks. Namaste!
September 3, 2011 at 4:22 am
Spoiling the world’s sleep,
crows— fighting over compost,
wake me with the sun
September 4, 2011 at 9:54 pm
star window mirror star
September 4, 2011 at 10:14 pm
white roses
in my moonbeam garden
ginger cat
butterfly days
oregano and basil
hot rock garden
September 4, 2011 at 10:18 pm
Sun climbing to noon
the hiss of a sprinkler
my only relief.
September 6, 2011 at 11:06 pm
黒ねこの
変る目の色
9月の月
In the black cat’s
changing eye
September moon
September 8, 2011 at 5:07 pm
cedar getters
a bright axe sings
hot fragrant air
September 10, 2011 at 8:43 am
Hour hand on seven
Left hand on belly
One ear still out for cicadas
September 10, 2011 at 9:23 pm
cooler mornings the light of dawn skips across Buddah’s face
cool dry winds
i procrastinate starting a day
without the sun
September 20, 2011 at 4:02 pm
grey rainy day —
a quick scatter of light
.. kingfisher
September 20, 2011 at 6:13 pm
tires on wet
streets saying
sameness sameness
October 12, 2011 at 2:13 am
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
October 13, 2011 at 10:20 am
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.
October 14, 2011 at 11:32 am
low yellOw moon
over the quiet
.. lamplit house
(by Kerouac)
————————
haiku class —
song of bell crickets
outside the quiet lamplit house
———————–
October 19, 2011 at 6:20 pm
atumn leaves-
the slow striptease
of the red maple
November 1, 2011 at 6:11 pm
Rain and snow compete
dressing, then undressing trees—
A white Halloween
November 8, 2011 at 1:09 am
late autumn
the breeze escapes
with tender touch
*****
autumn rain
the wiper swings with
colorful leaves
*****
P K Padhy, India
http://pkpadhy.blogspot.com
November 18, 2011 at 6:38 am
Walks become noisy.
The path is harder to find—
Red and gold carpet.
Oak trees shed their summer garb.
Girding for the first snowfall.
December 12, 2011 at 9:00 pm
winter rain
all the Christmas lights
go out
**************************
winter moon
pink camellias
till it’s time to go
January 15, 2012 at 9:16 am
let’s drift away
the mirror of the snow
January 15, 2012 at 11:07 am
Can you kindly inform us of your family name, too, as there are other ‘Claires’!
January 15, 2012 at 10:07 pm
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…
January 19, 2012 at 2:15 am
frost on the pane.
winter words shaken down
– icy cold breath
January 19, 2012 at 10:50 am
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
January 19, 2012 at 7:22 pm
winter work day
filling the wheelbarrow
full of sunshine
January 26, 2012 at 1:59 pm
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” .
January 30, 2012 at 7:10 pm
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
January 30, 2012 at 7:29 pm
sorry I forgot…
martin gottlieb cohen
nj usa
one more for the road…
shadows fold within shadows of the rose
tinywords.com Issue 11.2 | 27 June 2011
January 31, 2012 at 3:28 am
Immortal Love
Under a strong breeze
Kinoshita’s grey ricefield
Turns green and yellow.
February 10, 2012 at 8:40 am
Very nicely written. It has the elements of classical Haiku; kigo, wabi-sabi, and best of all it’s written in 5-7-5 without seeming padded.
January 31, 2012 at 7:30 am
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
February 14, 2012 at 8:51 am
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.
February 15, 2012 at 3:30 am
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
February 15, 2012 at 6:44 am
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
February 15, 2012 at 7:10 am
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
February 22, 2012 at 3:35 am
Trailing round the shops
With her comedian dad –
Such a happy child.
February 25, 2012 at 6:48 pm
winter night–
gentle whispering of
warm words
March 2, 2012 at 9:55 am
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.
March 2, 2012 at 7:40 am
Slight revision:
Trailing round the shops
With her joker of a dad:
Such a happy child.
March 2, 2012 at 11:36 am
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?
April 19, 2012 at 1:48 am
Envy of whom: the child or the father?
April 19, 2012 at 9:52 am
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?
March 8, 2012 at 12:23 am
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
April 7, 2012 at 8:37 pm
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.
April 29, 2012 at 2:22 pm
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March 9, 2012 at 8:36 pm
between the seasons-
countless leaves
either coming or going
March 13, 2012 at 3:38 pm
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.
March 13, 2012 at 3:50 pm
Plum buds peep
At the black March
Cherry trees
March 30, 2012 at 7:26 pm
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
April 29, 2012 at 2:21 pm
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April 4, 2012 at 12:55 am
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
April 4, 2012 at 2:29 am
peeping through the moon
the glossy red cherries
— thirsty spring
April 17, 2012 at 7:10 pm
Hi
I’m Kala Ramesh here!
I live in Pune, India.
summer sky . . .
the temple doves somersault
into wingsong
Kala Ramesh
April 29, 2012 at 2:21 pm
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April 29, 2012 at 5:36 pm
Thanks ton:)
warmly,
_kala
April 19, 2012 at 1:44 am
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.
April 29, 2012 at 2:20 pm
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April 29, 2012 at 5:39 pm
wooded bridge . . .
a maple leaf settles
into its reflection
star counting
we walk the spring moon
up the hill path
Kala Ramesh
Pune, India
May 2, 2012 at 7:32 am
I really like the mood of these two. Very well done.
April 29, 2012 at 6:56 pm
foreign land–
rose smiles alike through
Africa to Europe
Pravat Kumar Padhy, India
May 1, 2012 at 2:02 pm
miry fields
somewhere in the mango grove
a low-throated kree
old oak
spring birthing
gnarled
Alegria Imperial, Canada
May 6, 2012 at 4:25 pm
.
painting class
children color each other
into laughter
.
May 6, 2012 at 4:26 pm
.
morning rush
a dewdrop dangles
the sun
.
May 6, 2012 at 9:05 pm
april dust –
how to vote and elect
one’s lemon colours?
May 7, 2012 at 8:02 pm
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
May 21, 2012 at 5:45 pm
Morning eclipse
a bell dulled
by winds and miles
May 24, 2012 at 5:24 pm
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…
May 21, 2012 at 9:03 pm
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
May 22, 2012 at 12:09 pm
Sweet smell of summer—
Looking down on bare meadows
the first cut of hay
December 19, 2012 at 5:53 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks
December 20, 2012 at 1:34 am
Thank you for choosing it.
July 2, 2012 at 3:32 am
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
July 29, 2012 at 8:57 pm
heat wave-
the size and shape
of every breath
eye of the storm
barely time for our
last goodbye
July 29, 2012 at 9:00 pm
breaking dawn-
doves ascend the path
of least resistance
July 29, 2012 at 9:03 pm
Perhaps a better version of a poem just posted
eye of the strorm-
barley time for a
last goodbye
September 28, 2012 at 7:48 am
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
October 8, 2012 at 8:21 pm
autumn winds
nothing bears repeating
but the moon
December 19, 2012 at 5:58 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
October 9, 2012 at 6:39 pm
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.
October 9, 2012 at 6:45 pm
Alan Summers
alan@withwords.org.uk
December 19, 2012 at 5:59 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
December 19, 2012 at 8:05 pm
Dear Hisashi Miyazaki,
Many thanks,
Alan Summers
October 12, 2012 at 7:01 am
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
December 19, 2012 at 6:00 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
December 19, 2012 at 9:13 pm
Thank you for the acceptance.
Nancy May
October 12, 2012 at 6:47 pm
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
October 13, 2012 at 11:14 pm
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
October 26, 2012 at 8:40 pm
poem #3 : nice merging of multiple senses, intensified by the time in the season.
October 23, 2012 at 5:59 pm
a diary –
within its ruled lines
anger and tears
December 19, 2012 at 6:04 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
October 23, 2012 at 7:29 pm
wild boars
write in the sand —
october rains
December 19, 2012 at 6:03 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
December 11, 2012 at 8:11 am
At this stage of life
seasons swirl ever faster—
Years drop like petals
December 11, 2012 at 7:44 pm
A statement, perhaps, rather a haiku, but full of poetry. It’s nice to hear from you again. Hope all’s well
December 19, 2012 at 6:07 pm
Chosen for Icebox publication. Thanks!
December 20, 2012 at 1:30 am
Thank you for choosing it.
December 12, 2012 at 4:07 am
Thank you. I had considered it a senryū when I wrote, and posted it.
July 28, 2014 at 9:37 pm
lying together
after the spring thunderstorm
blossom and hailstones
July 28, 2014 at 9:59 pm
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.
July 28, 2014 at 9:39 pm
long tailed tits
gathering in the hawthorn
first flurries of snow
February 19, 2015 at 7:15 pm
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?
February 20, 2015 at 3:45 am
Yes, i’m in Bradford on Avon. Raining, not snowing!