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super moon 2034
robotic arm
brushes my teeth
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super moon 2034
robotic arm
brushes my teeth
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For the heroes risking their lives to avert meltdown in the Fukushima nuclear complex.
See article here
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Aegean shores
meltemi brings salt
to your lips
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radiation test
will frogs jump into our pond
next spring?
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stepping on catfish
once again we sit
under open blooms
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Thanks to Gabi Greve for her link on the catfish quake deity.
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spring quake
ahead of a boat, a house
sails out to sea
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Reflecting the horrendous destruction of the quake, this also associates to the news about a survivor picked up 9 miles out in the sea from the floating roof of his house!
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white silk kimono
on the shrine floor sake
on cherry blossoms
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The horrendous violence of nature unfolding in Japan, and its effects on people and ‘things,’ made me wonder how words could reduce it to human scale; make it somehow comprehensible to me.
Haiku 11a was an attempt to reduce/freeze the violent, fulminant images I saw on TV to a simple, quiet one: a wedding at the shrine interrupted by the tsunami, the wedding sake spilled, the silk white kimono worn at weddings on the floor…
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Zorro, open air —
dad cracks pumpkin seeds
with his teeth
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moon shadows —
you let too many petals
fall softly
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swallows
coat and gloves
sent to the attic
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This haiku was one of several picked by Vincent Hoarau to be featured in his blog La Calebasse, in a set of fantastic spring haiku he shared here.
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hidden
gurgling down the rain pipe
a waterfall
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déjà vu
outside the city walls
daffodils
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conference room:
one way or another
we scale the fish
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churchyard yew —
smoke rings hover above
teens’ heads
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stranded on the mudflats
mother ewe with two lambs —
sound of rushing tide
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under the laptop keys
long after my cat died
her hair
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Also posted on Stella’s Stones
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gazing
at the full moon I forgot
all about its hare
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Also Posted on Stella’s Stones
The National Haiku Writing Month, February 2011, is now over. This was a month of writing at least one haiku each day. It has been a wonderful experience: the writing was great, the organizer and host Michael Dylan Welch (Graceguts) guided the group gently but steadily and the comments were very helpful without being overwhelming. Thank you Michael Dylan Welch, Alan Summers, and fellow participants!
I treated this writing month as a writing retreat. Reading up on haiku technique, enjoying other people’s haiku and getting into the habit of observing my own personal responses to the world. It is like learning to frame in words moments, like a photographer captures them in pictures or an artist sketches them. It is a form of mediation of experience and meditation in one.
Now that it is over, while I miss the discipline of the writing challenge, the support and energy of the community, I also know I gained enough to continue the practice.
I was chaffed when one of my own haiku was one among those highlighted in Red Dragonfly by Melissa Allen. You can read her whole post and enjoy her selections; better still, read her blog! By the way, she writes great experimental as well as ‘normal’ haiku.
While the actual NaHaiWriMo is now officially over, Alan Summers of With Words and Area 17 has agreed to continue prompting eager haiku poets for the month of March. I look forward to responding to the prompts as well as Alan’s, and the participants’ most helpful comments
I am finding out about the plethora of haiku groups and communities writing and commenting on each other’s work. I will be catching up with them soon. Meanwhile, I am exploring The Haiku Foundation’s site and blog: a vital resource for those bitten by the haiku bug.
As of today, I will be posting my haiku in my main blog, in my growing collection of haiku and also in Stella’s Stones; as usual, I will tweet it as well! Haiku published elsewhere will be presented with fanfare!
The file NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month) will be active again next year, in February, when the next official NaHaiWriMo will be taking place.
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against the fence
a forgotten willow broom
buds
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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white dove!
you bring an olive branch
to my heart
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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over the school gates
marble owl —
twelve times table
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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growing up —
from my daughter’s room
the sound of bongos
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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vacant stare
through the bars
a lost world
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(echoes Rilke’s The Panther)
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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spring mist:
suspended over the lake
cotton balls
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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alarm bells disturb
haiku in progress —
burning sardines
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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cherry blossom–
old cat smiles at the blackbird
eating her food
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at the traffic lights
selling mountain rose:
boy with arrow
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011
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school —
the smell of new books
on my desk
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origami —
unfolding a poem
I fold a haiku
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Participating in NaHaiWriMo February 2011