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EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2016



Welcome to the largest collaborative poem on the internet. This year’s theme, in acknowledgment of the United Nations’ designation of 2016 as Year of Pulses, is Foodcrop Haiku. Please add your poem(s) in the Comment box below, ideally at dawn at your location, but any time that you are able. The timeline for this begins at 12:01 A.M. on April 17 on the International Date Line (which is why it seems to have started the day before, for many of us). Your poem(s) can respond to the “seed” poem:

where culture
begins — a rustic
rice-planting song

     — Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694)

or to any of the poems posted in the Comment box, or you can even start a new thread. You may participate as often as you like. All we ask is that you respond to the theme of foodcrops.


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    rain showing up
    the color of
            — Michael


      1. Congratulations on promoting haiku! I’m in the process of moving from New Jersey to Oregon. If you plan to be in New York in the next few months or on the West Coast thereafter let me know and I’ll meet up with you and treat you to a cup of coffee…

        1. I might take you up on that some day, planning to do something in New York, and also might just do SF or LA, miss LAX and that chain hotel opposite the Queen Mary. :-)

      Hi Joyce Joslin Lorenson:

      Because this one ap*pealed* to me

      I heard & share this briefer variation:

      scent of the orchid in the apple sauce

      in the spirit of creativity 


    Thanks my brothers & sister around the world
    “on earth as it is in Heaven”  

    the last supper was late
    night – was salad bar –
    all the produce on ice

    Easter breakfast —
    white eggs yolk-free
    and not hard-boiled

    hot cakes
    with healthy multi-grain

    the orange
    in the hands of a child
    a grapefruit



    a small cold breakfast
    makes a joyful noise 
    snap   crackle   pop

  4. pounding rice…
    the rhythm of her hips
    his song

    chopped beets
    i wash the knife
    of traces

    into egg rolls, do I tip
    the axis of life?

    cloudy day
    in clumps
    my cold soup

    tight lipped
    mom brewing her own
    spiked beans

    robois sky
    alone she tends
    the rattling kettle

  5. By Sydell Rosenberg (note: I’ve slightly edited and reformatted the two below)

    still a mystery —
    right side? left side?
    pizza delivery

    swirling leaves —
    a bag lady finds a Sukkah
    and stumbles inside

    1. The two I posted for Syd Rosenberg run into each other. You will be able to tell where the first one ends and the second one begins! :) Amy Losak

  6. by Sydell Rosenberg (working from memory …and I’ve edited and reformatted slightly)

    swirling leaves —
    a bag lady finds a Sukkah
    and stumbles inside

    still a mystery —
    right side? left side?
    pizza delivery

  7. love triangle
    yet another slice
    of pizza

    in the pizza pan every cut you or me

  8. creme brûlée 

    his mouth 

    gaping at me

    Failed Haiku April 1, 2016

    early darkness —
    the dough yields its breast
    to my hands

    cattails, January 2015
    Under the Basho my personal best 2015

    spring rolls…
    grandma unwraps
    my childhood

    The Mainichi Daily, June 19, 2013
    Selected by Isamu Hashimoto

    turtle pond

    a girl shares unshelled


    red lobster–
    her prying glance
    through the mist

    (from among 40 haiku) DailyHaiku’s Cycle 14
    October to March, 2013

    Bilingual haiku in Iluko and English


    a pagay
tedted ti lulua

    pulled strands

    of rice grain

    tear drops

    Iluko is one of four major among 87 dialects in The Philippines, spoken in the northern tip and mountains of the archipelago. This haiku summarizes a Filipino belief that even just a grain rice fallen on the ground or wasted on a plate would cause suffering.

    LYNX XXIV: February 2009

  9. pea beds
    not enough spaces
    to bury a secret

    foraged fiddlehead
    what they forgot to replace
    in the stew

    onion peel…
    the fragile crackle
    of her nerves

    brown bones
    still the flare of

  10. the Big Dipper—
    rows of corn connect
    farm to farm
    Chad Lee Robinson
    Runner-up, Contemporary Category, HaikuNow! International Haiku Contest 2010
    The Deep End of the Sky (Turtle Light Press, 2015)

  11. Seed Moon—
    with every morsel
    a shloka
    – Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
    – Birmingham, UK

  12. Aunt Zora’s fried okra
    on the recipe card
    lard spattered memories

    making biscuits with
    mother’s recipe card
    I read the oil spots

    whiff of
    onions sautéing
    better than cookies

    a yeasty mess of words
    kneaded into a poem

    tang of citrus
    painting the air yellow
    winter blues

    after the funeral
    a friendship preserved
    in mason jars

    following the cookie crumb trail out of winter

    on the compost
    volunteer tomatoes
    pesticide free

    across the moor
    a bitter wind
    early lambing

    stories from Oma
    between the turkey
    and the pies

    ripe tomatoes
    who knew
    red is a flavor

    after monsoon rains
    new rice sprouts —
    but still her tears
    Peggy Bilbro

  13. .

    the sound dome of bees
    how many shades of color
    can a human see
    Alan Summers
    Mainichi Shimbun (7/7/15)

    a red kite whistles haymaking tractors
    Alan Summers
    Muttering Thunder, volume 2 (November 2015)


    seed moon
    the other side
    of the wind

    Alan Summers
    Frozen Butterfly issue 3 (October 2015)


    old seed packets
    the summer names
    of war

    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit 25.4 (November 2015)


    wheat fields…
    some of the crows change
    their colours
    after van Gogh
    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit 26.1 (March 2016)


    wasp nest
    the boy in a corn field
    becomes a maze

    Alan Summers
    Right Hand Pointing (Haiku for Issue 95 (February 2016))

  14. Thank you Basho, for the inspiration. Thank you HF for another great collaborative event.

    an old argument—
    dry beans soften
    in the pot

    aching back—
    I bring kidney beans
    to the boil

    checking the expiry date
    of the dried beans

    washing the grit
    from black-eyed peas
    sleepless night

    making hummus–
    one of Rumi’s chick-peas
    leaps from the pot

    dinner party—
    trying to choke down
    the lima beans

    1. Thank you Basho, for the inspiration. Thank you HF for another great collaborative event.

      I have no idea why my formatting didn’t go through. Will try again here:

      an old argument
      dry beans soften
      in the pot

      aching back–
      I bring kidney beans
      to the boil

      checking the expiry date
      on the dried beans

      washing the grit
      from black-eyed peas
      sleepless night

      making hummus
      one of Rumi’s chick peas
      leaps from the pot

      dinner party–
      trying to choke down
      the lima beans

    2. Carole, I read yours and heard:

      cleaning the black eyes:
      wound care served to peas
      before being served


      washing the sleep
      from black-eyed peas 

  15. blind date
    not enough spice
    in the ratatouille

    zen space showcase (summer 2013)

  16. .

    corn chaff realising oil as one colour
    Alan Summers
    LAKEVIEW International Journal of Literature and Arts Vol.1, No.1 February 2013


    field of dreams an unborn child’s color isn’t rapeseed
    Alan Summers
    Does Fish-God Know (Yet To Be Named Free Press 2012)


    sunflower heart
    the chiffchaff sings
    its name
    Alan Summers
    tinywords 13.2 2013 (ISSN 2157-5010)


    epidermal tongues-
    she scales my 200 bones
    on a banana leaf

    Alan Summers
    Pulse—voices from the heart of medicine 2014

    The harvest moon–
    we try to break through
    a hill of silhouettes

    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (Japan October 2013)

    Father’s Day
    a child circles the tree
    in his own John Deere

    Alan Summers
    Scope vol 60 no. 4 (Fellowship of Australian Writers Queensland magazine May 2014)


    blue moon-
    my sweet potato curry
    song to the moths
    Alan Summers
    Scope vol. 60 no. 9 (FAWQ magazine October 2014 Australia)

    corn moon
    the jackdaw shifts
    its iris
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (International Haiku Day April 17th 2015)


    700,000 olive trees remember the butterfly
    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (July 15th 2015)


    no last meal desired 
    her thirst quenched
    with the Light

    1. frost lingers
      I clean brussels sprouts
      in the kitchen sink

      Daily Haiku Cycle 20

  18. .

    lullaby of rain
    another pinch of saffron
    in the pumpkin soup
    Alan Summers
    Award Credit: Editors’ Choices, Heron’s Nest (Volume XIV, Number 4: Dec. 2012)

    Silver spoon sugar
the maple moon reflected
in its own shine
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (2012)

    green clouds
the scarecrow worries

    a loose thread

    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (Japan 2012)

    Maple moon
    Grandmother’s recipe
    settles in the pan
    Alan Summers
    Asahi Shimbun (November 2012)

  19. supper cooking—
    a wind with storm in it
    comes through the wheat
    Billie Wilson – Juneau, Alaska USA
    The Heron’s Nest V:8 (2003)

  20. .
    tasting green
    in a lava breakfast…
    the dew falling
    Alan Summers
    “the dew falling”
    after Under Milk Wood
    Lava or Laverbread is a fantastic Welsh core “crop” food of seaweed containing vitamin B12, iron, iodine etc… initially for hard-working miners, and also people recovering from ill-health.

  21. seedlings
    on the windowsill –
    he tills the snow

    kjmunro, Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada

  22. .

    the in-between season
    I follow the Mogami River
    by riceboat
    Alan Summers
    The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)


    the blue
    of the aubergine
    a spider is caught
    in the netsuke

    Alan Summers
    Snapshots Seven (2000)


    into the evening a tractor harvests
    willywagtail song
    Alan Summers
    Azami Special Edition (Japan, 1998)

    trampling each other
    over pawpaw and mango
    chooks & pigs

    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit (1995)


    toast & marmalade
    I put the buttercup
    under my chin

    Alan Summers
    2011 BHS Members Anthology submission ‘gift’


    rangay with Alvin T.Ethington and Melinda Beth Hipple
    spices in my pot–
    cardamom, cinnamon,
    cloves, mace, and nutmeg
    for special guests
    I lay the whitest cloth
    bouquet of plum wine–
    hands full as one peanut
    rolls out of reach
    Asian perfumes waft through home
    Japanese, Indian, Thai
    sliced beef and potatoes
    steam on the cooker…
    mom wipes a tear
    linen napkins
    old stories weaving in midair

  24. .
    two boys giggle
    as he enters the bike shop …
    the onion seller
    Alan Summers
    Stepping Stones:  a way into haiku (British Haiku Society 2007)

    summer wind
    a sparrow re-rights itself
    at the peanut cage
    Alan Summers
    Wing Beats: British Birds in Haiku (Snapshot Press 2008)

    yellowing fields
    hovering not hovering
    the nankeen kestrels

    Alan Summers
    sundog haiku journal: an australian year (sunfast press 1997 reprinted 1998)

    steak & mushroom pie
    my new-found uncle insists
    I call him brother

    Alan Summers
    Blithe Spirit vol. 19 no. 4 (2009)

  25. green wheat field
    in the purple twilight
    waving slowly


    the blue eyes
    of the wheat fields;
    two cicories


    at the end of the field
    anew liturgy for
    the harvest sanctified


    bringing offer
    under the icon of Virgin Mary
    a crown of wheat ears


    drinking together
    a cup of sake in the honor
    of new harvest


    the scarecrow
    for the season

    like with claus

    for the birds
    coming to town





  27. free trade …
    on my compost tomatoes
    a handful of flowers

    (cattails, January 2016)

    eating Cheerios
    with chopsticks
    Breakfast of Global Champions

    the old limb
    with a new hive

    all the humming
    rouses the bear
            H o n e y


    S u n r i s e 

              honeys the wheatfields
                    bread of life

  31.  A Wonderful IHPD to Every One

    brewed rice
    the push of the press


    Cheers in the spirit of creativity – haiku-making


  32. dry heat–
    a seeder churns the dust
    into galahs

    (Paper Wasp, Summer 2016)

  33. my kitchen garden
    overrun with orange pumpkins…
    the weight of summer

    Wild Plum Haiku Contest, 2015

    1. trekking’s end
      never has an apple
      tasted better
      (Presence 19, January 2003)

  34. earthquake-
    dripping with water droplets
    volunteers make weak tea


    with mud splattered survivors
    empty rice bowls


    long rains fall
    from one rice seed
    thirty stalks grow


  35. harvest moon . . .
    the cat’s whiskers sparkle
    with grain dust

    cattails, January 2014

    bumper crop
    a grasshopper sky
    all that remains

    cattails, May 2015

    empty chrysalis . . .
    the summer snap
    of sugar peas

    Akitsu Quarterly, Summer 2015

    a quiet field
    and the loudness
    of pumpkins

    Prune Juice 14, November 2014

    Happy World Haiku Day from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada!

  36. conversations
    with mud splattered survivors
    empty rice bowls

    long rains fall
    from one rice seed
    thirty stalks grow

    dripping with water droplets
    Volunteers make weak tea

    1. autumn drizzle
      the smell of moss
      and mushrooms
      (Presence 18, September 2002)

  37. ground frost
    the gardener
    sorts seeds

    der Gärtner
    sortiert Samen

    Chrysanthemum – issue 17

    scented summer breeze
    straws of rye sway together
    before the harvest

    ljum sommarvind
    grässtrån vajar tillsammans
    innan slåttern

    Honourable Mention, the 69th Anniversary of Honourable Matsuo Basho Awards, City of Iga.

    at the edge
    of a round-up crop field

    Daily Haiku, Cycle 20.

    1. the hammock’s rhythm –
      every day the pumpkins
      a little more round
      – Sandra Simpson
      Third, Haiku Magazine Contest, Romania, 2011

  38. channel country
    a sash of sky
    divides a wheatfield

    A Hundred Gourds, Issue #52

    1. end of summer
      too hard to swallow
      grape seeds

      (Presence 22, January 2004)

  39. peeling back corn husks
    if only I could
    guess your thoughts

  40. deep in summer’s maize a single blue bowl

    – Sandra Simpson

    Good morning from New Zealand.

  41. Hi people, a little bit of India to share.

    buttered pep-
    per in Kattu Pongal
    mum’s love

    (Kattu Pongal is a Khichdi made with lentils and rice. )

    1. chickens
      knock Rabi off wheat stalks

      *Rabi is a word from Arabic and means Spring. Crops grown in Winter and harvested in spring are Rabi crops. Kharif crops are grown during the monsoons.

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