Category: haikai
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-five…#haiku #poetry
By Underwood & Underwood — Publisher [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats flying white moths another starry night without that wandering girl who caught me when…
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#HaikaiChallenge #9(11/25/2017)…#haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka
Take a bow, poets, for accepting last week’s challenge! Jilly– Live Oaks Retain Life petrujiveljoen– Thanksgiving qbit– Haiku–Thanksgiving Xenia Tran– Tanka: Counting Blessings revivedwriter– Thanksgiving Moving on to this week’s challenge! November comes to a close this week. Days shorten. Leaves shrivel and drop. Winter’s chill approaches. What could be a better time to celebrate…
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A #tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four
By Miller, James Martin & H.S. Canfield. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ Smoke in the sky After the last echoes of gunshots and screams only their bloodstains and memories remain for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats:…
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#FreestyleFriday 11/24/17…on “My Favorite Things”…#haibun #haiku #poetry
Fluidity on “My Favorite Things” First bars: da-da da, da da da: piano play. Steamer on an expresso machine superheats a caramel macchiato in the making. Or a cork on a bottle of California Burgundy pops open. Jazz-rhythm drums, catching the downbeat and bridging the intro, until the soul-satisfying melody line of John Coltrane’s saxophone…
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A Special #ThrowbackThursday 11/23/17 #haibun on comfort…#haiku #poetry #imaginarygardenswithrealtoads
Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum of morning traffic arises from a busy Wigmore Street. Today, at home, a cup of hot Columbian coffee.…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three
‘…your hair was bound and wound About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats morning clouds everywhere I see your face since you slipped away your presence a reflection on this rippling water for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three
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#Publication Alert 11/23/17 #haibun #haiku #poetry
Happy to appear in Product Poet’s latest paper! https://paper.li/ProductPoet/1361288961#/ Click “#haiku,” then “all haiku.” It’s the post that begins “#Wayback Wednesday 11/22/17…”
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Two
‘I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats Peter Smyly [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons windswept lake daylight the only witness to our moans and sighs her passion-spent hand caresses my battle-scarred, tear-stained cheek for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day…
