Category: haiku community
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Night Ride
Originally posted on K.: I drift inside dream rivers open and wild with singing, flowing through unexplored dimensions into rough horizonless seas.? How will I cross? My vessel waits, slowly filling with circular light. in between what andif sail the indigo nightgardens of the moon A haibun with the theme “flower moon” for Frank at…
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Today’s Haiku (May 25, 2021)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 起立礼着席青葉風過ぎた 神野紗季 kiritsu rei chakuseki aoba-kaze sugita ??????????? “stand up, bow, sit down” ??????????? green-leafed wind ??????????? passed ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Saki Kouno from Haiku Dai-Saijiki (Comprehensive Haiku Saijiki), Kadokawa Shoten, Tokyo, 2006 Fay’s Note:?? Before the class starts, school students bow to their teachers, while one of…
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Today’s Haiku (May 24, 2021)
Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 蜘蛛の巣のきのうとちがう囲のかたち 山崎 聰 kumo no su no kinô to chigau i no katachi ??????????? spider ‘s nest ??????????? the net ?shapes differently ??????????? from yesterday ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Satoshi Yamazaki from Haidan, (Haiku Stage) a monthly haiku magazine, September 2016 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo
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Flower moon and fawns
Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings: When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. It drizzled earlier today and the cowslips still bend, laden with rain. The forget-me-nots have started to bloom, and…
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Silently Waiting ~ haibun
Originally posted on rivrvlogr: Silently Waiting Driving at one in the morning, I look up to see Venus, bright at first, then dim as thin clouds pass before her. I think to write a poem about this as I sit in the waiting room of the ER with nothing more than my phone. As…
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A Lunar Consolation Deferred
I hold your face in my hands. Your eyes hold that glint of tears that they refuse to unleash. They are tears born of regret over decisions made, and fears over future prospects. I can only hold your face in my hands a moment before lowering them at your gentle touch on my wrists. If…
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after the rains
Originally posted on Stella Pierides: after the rainsthe squishy soundof my footsteps
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Haibun 212
Originally posted on Michael Rehling: slow dancing under a meteor shower memories are clickbait. those parts of us that we cling to within the hopeless terms of ‘reality’. when the incidental remains on the shelf too long true meanings are lost. ashes of the dead cat scattered at the outlet. entropy i drag the past…
