Category: haiku community
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spruce tree branches
Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin: Snow falls this winter March day, and the trees are beautiful through the seasons. spruce tree branchesby the windowseach day a painting poem credit: WestWard Quarterly, Winter 2021 – Shirley Anne Leonard is the Editor, and Dr. Richard Leonard is the Publisher.
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Today’s Haiku (March 13, 2023)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 草の芽やここに交はる緯度経度 岸本葉子 kusa no me ya koko ni majiwaru ido keido ??????????? grass buds— ??????????? a latitude and a longitude ??????????? cross here ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Yoko Kishimoto from Haiku, a monthly haiku magazine, June 2022 Issue, Kabushiki Kaisha Kadokawa, Tokyo
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My Daily #Haiku (3/13/23)
3/13/23: napping such a dream… Sunday afternoon napping #haiku #micropoetry #poetry
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Hopewell Valley Neighbors magazine: March ’23
Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku: https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/hvn_03-2023_bwcolumn.jpg Published in Hopewell Valley Neighbors, March 2023 issue.
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World Haiku Series 2022 (24) Haiku by Debbie Strange (Canada)
Originally posted on Akita International Haiku Network: Haiku, Tanka, and Haiga by Debbie Strange? 1) sakura we learn the lesson of resilience Honourable Mention, Sakura Award (Canada) 2022 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/24-debbie-1.jpg 2) herring shoals the ocean turns itself inside out 2nd Place, Shintai Haiku World Haiku Review, Winter 2021-2022 https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/24-debbie-2.jpeg 3)…
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Haiga, Haiku and Stories In Longer Light – 3-13-2023
Originally posted on A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024: https://frankjtassone.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/img_2515.jpg * geese flying northin the late afternoon i watchthe moonrise ** ** sudden clatterof bamboo wind chimesspring storm *
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#SilentSunday (3/12/23)
A rest from #haiku See you tomorrow!
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Momentary Mindfulness
The tenital hum in my ears, and the electric drone behind the walls. The ignited engine of a postal truck, and the first notes of a sparrow’s song. And the rain-soaked ground where they predicted snow would fall. The warmth in my gut, and the flow of vibration down my spine. The cooling along my…
