the sun spots
on her hands —
autumn leaves
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Responding to the NaHaiWriMo prompt: light (dark)
to 80/100 Days of Summer
and to the THF Per Diem series “Hands-On”
the sun spots
on her hands —
autumn leaves
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Responding to the NaHaiWriMo prompt: light (dark)
to 80/100 Days of Summer
and to the THF Per Diem series “Hands-On”
This October, continuing the The Haiku Foundation Per Diem: Daily Haiku series, Ruth Yarrow packs a punch with a collection to delight the heart.
Ruth’s wonderfully touching, and humorous collection is “Hands-On.” Hands? Yes, hands. This is what she offers by way of an introduction:
“We are a species heavily dependent on our eyes, especially for connection with others and world around us. But our hands also connect, and that connection often reaches the heart. Right now my beloved mother-in-law, who doesn’t see well, is dying, and when you approach her, she reaches out her thin hand to connect. These haiku about hands touch emotion. They range from humor, as in Randy Brooks’ hand in the cookie jar, to sadness, as in Cherie Hunter Day feeling the weight and warmth of her dying dog’s collar. They include fear, as in John Stevenson’s shiver at a warm hand before diagnosis, sex, as in Sari Grandstaff’s total attention to the hand on her thigh, and even exasperation or anger, as in Kenneth Elba Carrier’s deaf man grabbing at the other’s hands.”
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Gabi Greve has a number of haiku on Hands too; see her blog Haiku and Happiness, where she features the THF Per Diem on Hands. Please click here
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harvesting sponges—
how the women hold
their breath…
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rustling leaves—
a thief forgets
his own name
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In Aubrie Cox‘s new PDF Sea Bandits! Thrilled to be included!
(September 2012)
autumn drought –
the story in
her liquid eyes
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My entry for the shiki kukai Sept 2012
NaHaiWriMo prompt: Earth
77/100 Days of Summer
Today, 29 September 2012, is the day when 100 Thousand Poets for Change gather online, in person, and in print to celebrate poetry, art and music, and to promote social, environmental, and political change.
If you happen to be in Munich today, drop by the Munich Readery, the largest and friendliest secondhand bookstore in Germany. They will be hosting an evening of readings and performances from 19:00 – 22:00.
In observance of today’s 100 Thousand Poets for Change, I offer the following prose poem: The Beach at Blakeney Point, first published in the North London Writers and Poets Anthology Gathering Diamonds from the Well, 2007.
The Beach at Blakeney Point
Hard as I try, I can’t recall the beach at Blakeney Point. Images blend and memories merge – this beach with that at Holkham, with Morston, Burnham Overy and Brancaster Staith.
I only see an expanse in my mental map, the horizon shimmer, Old Lifeboat House looking stern from afar. The salt marsh carpet, creeks, dunes and samphire. Now it is summer. Blue above and below, and the sharp pinpricks of the flying sand. Now it is winter. The saltings dim grey and dirty brown, freezing crystals on the scrub.
Hard as I try. My first walk to the Point fromCleyBeach. Before I knew about tide tables, I set off walking the deep shingle spit, bruising calves and blackening nails. I did reach the end, the sea and the tern’s nests. The feeling of space and the sense of infinity. The tide withdrew to sea while I rested, leaving casts of lugworms, deserts of sand behind. Buccinum and Hydrobia shells. Leaving the bottom of the sea to me. Its cruelty.
A baby seal washed up dead, lying in pools of water, alongside sparkling stones and Flustra fronds the colour of hope. Why, where is the…, what can I…? Too late. It was, I was, too late. I walked back barefoot, the seal receding with each step, ebbing away. The boom of the sea and the spray. The wind sculpted sounds, I licked salt off my lips.
Hard as I try. Sea holly, sandwort and sand sedge cling to shifting dunes. I can’t remember the beach at Blakeney Point. Only that seal, that wind, and my impotence.
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76/100 Days of Summer
For Blakeny Point, see here
The Beach at Blakeney Point, in Gathering Diamonds from the Well, ed. Brian Docherty, Laurence Scott, and Katie Willis (London: New Gallery Books 2007)
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all this dust on my shoes moon walking
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earth rising
we bow our heads
in awe
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: walking on the moon
74/100 and 75/100 Days of Summer
I am very happy to have my work included in Diogen Haiku 2012, Diogen pro culture magazine. Six haiku in all, all in English and also translated into Serbian!
A very special thank you to Đurđa Vukelić Rožić, the editor of this haiku section of the magazine.
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The direct link is here
The link to the issue is here (please scroll down)
autumn evening
a sea star rising
on the horizon
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: impossible
73/100 Days of Summer
scissors
instead of sewing—
remaining heat
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singular beauty of chameleons remaining heat
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9th, 10th, and 11th places, tied, in the 6th International Kukai
apple harvest
we have run out
of warmth
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: news
72/100 Days of Summer
Background to this haiku: http://www.itv.com/news/west/story/2012-09-18/apple-harvest-suffers/
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soap bubbles in the care home laughter
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: kids
71/100 Days of Summer
bird table –
far away a boy’s
hungry eyes
NaHaiWriMo prompt: micro/macro
70/100 Days of Summer
2nd annual 30 Days of Haiga 0n 19 Planets Art Blog
fall from grace —
how the penguin gave up
her wings
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: flying
#69/100 Days of Summer
August was a great month for the NaHaiWriMo community. Every day, each single day of the month, a different haiku poet offered a prompt. Wonderful haiku were written, and shared, and the month whizzed by before we knew it. Well, before I knew it. But we have the poems; and the prompts.
The list of the thirty one prompts for the month of August can be found by clicking here
For the poems, alas, you have to go back to the Facebook timeline…Wouldn’t it be nice if there was an easier way?
flightless bird —
this fallen angel’s
cold comfort
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: penguins
68/100 Days of Summer
A few more haiku from recent contests/publications:
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soul boat —
waves of silence
in gold leaf
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short-lived
shine of a melon seed
your words
A Hundred Gourds, 1:4, Sept 2012, p7
http://ahundredgourds.haikuhut.com/ahg14/haiku07.html
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nest building –
on the other side of the fence
a deeper blue
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2nd Haiku My Photo Challenge
blossomrain.blogspot.com, Chrissi Villa
round every corner
new hairdo –
London
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London is a windy city!
NaHaiWriMo prompt: 3-2-1 (or reverse) and coincidence, something unexpected, accidental.
66/100 Days of Summer
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between saltmarsh and sky only matchstick man
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: water
65/100 Days of summer
Photo taken 14/09/12, morning walk collecting haiku. Blakeney salt marshes and coast path.
For information about the area, see National Trust and here
city ghosts –
on every shop-window
the same me
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: city life
64/100 Days of Summer
summer epic —
a baobab tree
on the Southbank
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: Mythology
62/100 Days of Summer
2nd annual 30 Days of Haiga, 19 Planets blog (Read Rick Daddario’s prose piece about his 14/30 Days of Haiga!)
Inspired by the fabric tree, part of the summer 2012 Festival of the World, Southbank Centre. Info about the fabric tree here
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old wall
ants in and out
of the cavities
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In Shamrock No 23, September 2012 (Haiku Journal of the Irish Haiku Society)
salty breeze
the lull in the tide
just before the turn

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NaHaiWriMo prompt: sensual
61/100 Days of Summer
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Looking for an image for this area (Blakeney Point, North Norfolk, UK), I came across a wonderful blog:
Norfolk Birders Norfolk Birdwatching and beyond. This picture is a Google image included in this blog. Haiku poets everywhere, visit and enjoy!
cosmic dance –
taking time to polish
her shoes
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: dance
59/100 Days of Summer
flowering meadow –
a walker ignores
my greeting
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NaHaiWriMo prompt: loneliness/seeking solitude
58/100 Days of Summer