Earthrise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2023
Welcome to the world’s largest annual collaborative poem.
We usually take our cue from The United Nations Year Designation, but the choice of Millets for 2023 didn’t strike us as terribly inspiring, important though it may be. We have chosen instead to notice the overlap and interaction of commercial and natural worlds, which most of us encounter on a daily basis. Please add your poem(s) in the Reply 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 at the International Date Line (which is why it seems to have started the day before, for many of us). Your poem(s) may respond to the “seed” poem:
Over the machinery the moon shines bright — not a soul about — Genjūrō
or to any of the posted poems, and 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 at hand.
Enjoy!
This Post Has 274 Comments
Comments are closed.
commercial and natural worlds
do androids dream
of electric fences . . .
chicken and egg
Alan Summers
Earth Month the moon reduced to an emoji
Earth Day
the moon reduced
to an emoji
Haiku:
🧧 over 📦
*
🧧
over
📦
Michael (MV)
winter 🐻❄
sleepwalking
through your cabin
(donning your robe)
heating
canned soup
wood-fired stove
forgiveness the part where i mumble
.
Cassia Fistula a sudden splash of golden sunrise
.
dementia mother’s favourite excuse each day
.
first banana plantain the folds i resist to open
.
first sign of Spring
non-smokers sitting
outside the café
Alan Summers
next sign of Spring
the no-parking double lines
more yellow
Alan Summers
Spring yellow reigns
☀️
🌻
Green is a primary color on the wheel
🍅
🍌
😎
Michael (MV)
signs of spring
tank tracks & rubbled homes
in, out, the birdsong
Alan Summers
stink of Spring
late daffodils dodge the drunk drivers
Alan Summers
dogs of Jupiter
do poppies grow
in spring
Alan Summers
note: fleetingly in May (plus June)
winter ice melting
at the service station
scent of petrol
I like this one!
deadly nightshade not the flower ceasefire attempts
Alan Summers
in unplowed fields
soldiers planting land mines …
spring sunshine
après vous, Natalia –
planting 💣 💣 💣 in 🌻fields;
reaping what is sown
☀️
🌻
😎
Michael (MV)
giving birth
amid the ruins
sunflowers
giving birth
amid the ruins
sunflowers
Anthony Q. Rabang
monsoon rain
tv news flash
flooding everywhere
Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
desert sunset
streaming through copper Kokopelli
the hum of bees
on the border
between night and day…
by plane
Daniela Misso
The Haiku Foundation Haiku Dialogue, September 2, 2020
betwixt states
the cat of many colours
decides on one sky
Alan Summers
a colonial girl huddled
where two busy highways meet
split rock
better:
a colonial child huddles
where two busy highways meet
split rock
(google anne hutchinson)
and finally…
colonial child huddles
where two busy highways meet
split rock
back to the past
ready-for-use time machine
in grandma’s attic
starless sky
families scattered across
refugee shelters
moon rising over the oil rig all the birds in black
Nick Virgilio Haiku in Action October 2022
searchlight…the shadow of money
old needle
used to make peace signs
& Nazi armbands
a different god
for each machine
kibble time
Alan Summers
noise pollution
here and there
a beached whale
peek-a-boo home
fish swim through
bridges of plastic
bright stars
over once polluted town
lockdown
persistent rain
the farmers spiked wheels
rust in the courtyard
end of the road?
a stop sign turns into
sunken treasure
snowy day.
the only color in the landscape
a stop sign
~Nancy Brady, 2022
abandoned railroad
nature scrambles
to soften hard lines
never my number on the bingo callers lips
air traffic data
night skies filled
with spider webs
pink moons
craters of Bakhmut
lighting up
the viral sky
AI hiccups
thick fog
the blossoming
of a neon sign
Theresa A. Cancro
“Poetry from the Edge,” Haiku Down Under Anthology 2022
Nice!
Good one, Theresa.
thick fog
the blossoming
of a neon sign
Theresa A. Cancro
“Poetry from the Edge”
Haiku Down Under Anthology 2022
Sorry, I posted this twice by mistake. I couldn’t find the first one — not sure how they are being sorted.
full moon
she makes her butterpat
a perfect circle
— Commended, Martin Lucas Haiku Award, 2015
fuselage
in a sunflower field
ashes of dreams
I like this one.
moon rise
a luminous sea
runs through my fingers
Frogpond 43.3
mid-summer swelter
through open windows
”Greensleeves” tinkling
not a galaxy . . .
the spiralling fuel
from Space-X
mice nest
in ancient harvester
coyote
paddies flooded
ducks and egrets return
normalcy again
Happy IHPD, Marie Shimane,
Llked, and sharing this cover of your haiku:
paddies flooded
ducks and egrets
return to the norm
😎
Michael (MV)
automated farm
all these miles of millet
radioactive
drowned out
by a rip roaring mower
mating birdsong
new kite . . .
watching an Internet
how-to-video
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams – USA
aberrations of rain
a toy I made as a child
goes to war
Alan Summers
Publication credit: Kingfisher #6 (Autumn 2022) ed. Tanya McDonald
PAID Reading / Performance:
International Page and Stage, Northern Ireland,
in association with the New Zealand Poetry Society
November 2022
power lines the moon a whole note
Billy Antonio
Laoac, Philippines
Nice image!
Your poem was the most striking I read because I can’t get this image out of my head.
autumn equinox
the truck driver clicks his tongue
at a passing dray
.
(1st Place, Martin Lucas Haiku Award, 2016)
Nice one!
the moon shines
behind an electricity pylon
frozen tree
Alone in the crowd
Eyes everywhere and nowhere
I hear the phone ring
muffled sound
of the dishwater machine …
winter night
kwitnący bez
otoczony szkłem i betonem
już nie pachnie
With hardly a sound,
The bumblebee buzzes past:
Today, I don’t mind
wisteria drapes
the pergola next door
stereo blasting
thank you, Jim!
Claire
Claire Vogel Camargo, USA
spring morning
a coyote circles back
to sniff his own scat
old typewriter
tucking away the shadows
in a scrunched ball
Typewriter backtalks
the silent heart
at sea
a ding
at the line end a lever
changing lines
tilting at satellites
I shut out the night
and turn on the telly
motion sensor–
an impromptu conga line
of raccoons
moonlit sky
watchman’s shadow
moving along the railroad
summer moon ‘
in the park chessboard
dandelion blooms
elocution –
the chatbot’s essay
wins
a temptress-
diamonds in her eyes wink
in the moonlight
boat ride –
this camera
takes a dive
united today
under the haiku banner
words bloom in each line
cupholder
soda slosh
roundabout daffodils
the icing on the cake is not all icing
Alan Summers
fake icicles
swing along the eaves
spring breeze
bathed
in the light of Sirius
the new bot
Good one!
boundary tree–
perching magpies and bulbuls
sing in harmony
coinciding
heart beat and clock –
sleepless night
grand prix
bees buzzing along
with racecars
pit crews
abuzz with
each visit
deus ex machina
Inspector Poirot deduces
otherwise
after Genjūrō & Christie
Alan Summers
Alan Summers, HIPD!
Your haiku is sophisticated & cool, like Poirot 😎
🕵️♂️
Michael (MV)
sunlit pebbles
glisten on a river bed
these untold stories
***
between narrow bands of moonlight
swaying black pines
***
moonrise
a disheveled widow
stands over the lake
***
falling snow
the glimmering wings
of a snow owl
***
sunlight
on the shrunken stream
trout glide through gold
***
yugen
my chatbot unclear
on the concept
remote replaces rote
swallow song. . .
a loud hum from
the power lines
Happy IHPD, Terri, from Michael in Birmingham 🇺🇸
I enjoyed your sonic haiku
🎵 🪶 🎶 🪶
Thank you!
summer night cooing
this pair on the roof
red-bellied woodpecker…
the hollow tone
of a stop sign pole
looking at jade plant
growing taller and taller
once it was a seed
w drodze do portu
wcześniej ode mnie
piórko ptaka
transl. Noelia Sibiga
on a way to the port
before me
a bird’s feather
total solar eclipse
studying the sun in darkness
Statue of Liberty under the movement of stars
Happy IHPD, Maureen Sexton!
Your S of L haiku prompted me to –
Big Apple blackout –
moving by starlight
🗽
🌠
🌠
Thank you,
Michael (MV)
Thank you Michael! Happy IHPD to you too.
sunny day
the baby in a stroller
smiles at me
Happy IHPD, Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo –
With your joyful haiku, I heard a James Taylor lyric
Baby in a stroller
smiles, and I see sunny days that will never end
🌞 🚼 🌄
Thank you, Lorelyn, for sharing this encouraging Vision — Michael (MV)
galaxy hidden by space junk
does the world need
another cover
of Space Oddity
*
Major Tom forever spinning
*
Happy IHPD, Laurie,
Surely somewhere
there is a DJ
Major Tom, spinning
🌎 🎶 🌐
Thanks, Maureen,
your haiku lets me observe that pollution is not just an earth issue – Michael (MV)
spaceship portholes –
whatever way you look
infinity
space junk hide and seek the holes left in their theory
Alan Summers
creeping
a forest
reclaims itself slowly
growing around and through
man made structures
breaking them
down
Happy IHPD, Linda!
the forest reclaiming itself really resonated with this reader-writer – prompting me to share these 2 leaner incarnations:
forest roots
reclaiming home
in skyscraper foundations
🌲
🏢
🌳
Skyscrapers
going green
from the foundation, up
where comes the green
for 55-story condo looming
two blocks from Ocean Beach?
house demolition
the pups litter
homeless again
*
chainsaw
I follow the drill
of a woodpecker
*
shadow of war
a starling whistles
to the darkness
*
Off-shore oil rig
seagulls
are not welcome
busker’s hat
a child offers coins
of dried lunaria
1st Place, 2022 Bloodroot Haiku Award
Happy International Poetry Day!
moonlight
the fox’s industry
exposed
skyglow…
another trick
of the light
shadowflight
a full fleet of unseen
moving feet
a jumbo jet
still climbs shrinking
to crows’ size
Happy IHPD, Ashoka,
Enjoyed engaging as a reader & writer with your haiku – Michael (MV)
The jumbo jet
slowly soars, until
swallowed by the sky
A pleasure Michael, that you gained such higher altitude over my jumbo jet, on this IHPD.
– Ashoka
sky’s the limit
for machine, not man
imagination
I really enjoyed this haiku Ashoka!
Thanks Maureen, for your sincere words…and specially on this IHPD it’s worth ever so much!
-Ashoka
shifting shadows
the ants change
their course of action
a brunch break
the hanging mangoes
just a jump away
remembering
childhood’s life lessons
wiping the slate clean
the sound of a board rubber
striking the back wall
This haiku really resonated with me.
stained glass
she sees her way through
to forgiveness
Love this one John.
woodland shadows
new hart’s-tongue ferns
tell our understory
a shoulder strap
lots of mini daisies
wildflowers
praying for someone
i will never meet
Sibling’s Day
we still fight
for the gibbous share
Poetry Day
the library flooded
with hi-fi words
mandala art
the spider spins
a perfect hexagon
spring cleaning
i come across father’s diary
of introspects
spring cleaning…
still many black spots
on Earth’s lungs
the fruit of a grass
harvested by men with hoes
full container ships
when finger millet
sports its dreadlocks long
the new thresher looms
plain millet porridge
licked from mama’s fingers
late summer standby
we pestle
our daily flatbread
war planes overhead
power lines slice
fog over the pond beside
a solar panel hill
power lines slice
fog over the pond beside
a solar panel hill
morning mist
Sandburg’s pale cat
paws the windshield
unaware…
the day old
breads crunch
transit camp
a flock of sparrows
sharing crumbs
once upon a time
when bots roamed the earth …
1001 nights
country border
here the skylarks fly
the missiles there
not a stain
in the heaven
skylark
children watch
a skylark fly straight up
the missile lands
I really liked this Marta. It inspired me to write a haiku that’s further down the page and here:
children watch
a skylark fly straight up
the missile lands
photowalk
i free all the birds
from my phone
mine detector
the sowing machines
form a line
missile attack
the millet panicles
lay down flat
thanksgiving mass
the gilded sheaves
in a deep bow
night plowing
flares of explosions
far ahead
earthrise
the blue soldier crab emerges
from moonlit sand
a quiet sea
the paraglider floats down
on the golden slide
soldier’s mail
she scrapes a clump of dirt
from a photo
I enjoyed reading these.
half moon
a boat without sails
on the quiet sea
sunset
the ballistic trajectory
of a missile
setting off
penniless
filthy rich gods
walking back
from a 12-hour shift –
amanogawa
mice cooling off
in the shadows
hay bales
hay bales storing summer’s heat
stargazer…sunflower night shift
sleeping in the shade
of the old tractor
the baby and the cat
my morning head a donut of protest
so many confessions unknown raindrops on the train window
train journey
the morse code
of rain and sleet
I really enjoyed this Marion.
on the bullet train
with a one-way ticket –
bolt for freedom
train window
still spying
Orion
clouds
in scattered words
my skeletal presence
alive for a few lines cherry blossoms
on the way to work
stopped at the railroad crossing
sunrise clocking in
windowless break-room
listening to Fresh Air
on NPR
Nice one, Sari!
day moon
do you feel
unwanted too
harbour dawn
the mast of a sailboat
nudges the moon
in my office cubicle
I log on
to Windows
Another good one!
twilight traffic
the moon finding its way
through clouds
within the ring
of plastic gnomes
a frog croaks
three bottom plow
robins peck
at the overturned earth
winter loneliness
the last log
gives up
charging clouds
the sun and the son
nowhere in sight
morning drive
the local deer look
both ways
wishing the miller
a Happy New Year
over the machine
lights in the city –
twinkling stars in the night sky
now invisible
imprint the shadow of my younger self picking daisies
Alan Summers
I enjoyed this one Alan.
Thank you Maureen,
My childhood was simple in some ways, complex in others.
battle fatigue a spoonful of jam in the cup of tea
Alan Summers
imbibing steam from a passing take-out coffee homeless boy
Alan Summers
dirty morning stubble espresso going the extra round
Alan Summers
collaborative
tea, coffee runs on a roll
caffeine catharsis
different apps
to drink black coffee
morning rush
Alan Summers
espresso in a mobile rush
📱 ☕️
Michael (MV)
winter migration
snowbirds crowd their favorite
watering holes
profit margin —
a splinter of plastic
enters a carp’s eye
open mine
the rattles within
the marble workshop
the more sea down hues on the oil slick
a pasta straw
in my Mai Tai—
fresh sea breeze
Yes! We should all use those!
bela vista
the magpie’s growing hoard
of ring-pulls
read backwards
the draw of the ring pulls
floating vista
stone
cold
sober
so alive the fish on the tin can
spring morning
blank eyes of the crush
in the Underground
missile strike
the point where the moon
is furthest from earth
Alexa talks back to Grandma’s scolding
Frogs and crickets sing
along with next door’s DJ
Loud night in the park
red orchid
the core
of this morning
parents’ balcony
a newly-risen crescent
crosshatch of jet streams
the nature preserve
opens at six
nature preserving our rubbish
redundant fishing fleet a seagull’s cry
sinking deeper within
the corals take
action
return from the sea—
a bird with a broken wing
in the fishing net
Cattails, April 2017
ruptured tanker
the oil spill
seen from space
fish in its beak
a pelican flaps
in spilt crude
ink jet
linking war heroes
a flight of pigeons
takeoff . . .
a pigeon perched
on the plane’s engine
blown raspberry
fishing a feather
from her game pie
passenger pigeon
escaping from extinction
once again
the riot
without a sound
spring garden
Ravi: love that one!
silent riot in the April garden
pastels aren’t mute colors
Green is a primary color on the wheel
☀️ 🌼
🌻
😎
Michael (MV)
jumping the turnstile
the sidewalk busker leaves
the morning rain
the t-donks
in open rail joints
at the red light
one last look
at the yellow moon
Hi Deborah,
recoloring & sizing 😎
at the red light
one last look
at the blue supermoon
🌔
🌚
🌖
Michael (MV)
the street all still
the cars all gone and still
the snow comes down
I pull over
and give a safe-lift
to a 🐢 crossing the road
in the sun
paying lip service to
the open mango
Reincarnation one of my own here:
I pull over
and give a lift & carry
across to a 🐢
half-lit sky
fishing for the stars
the heron
“The world is too much with us” – William Wordsworth
My heart still jump-starts:
I follow the rainbow
over the cityscape
a rainbow
over a cityscape
still jump-starts my HeArt
a rainbow
above a cityscape
still revives by boyhood heart
^^https://poets.org/poem/my-heart-leaps
fools gold
another apprentice queues
for sky hooks
from a cement pond
an inflated 🦢
floats on the moon
Fishmonger…
scraping plastic
from the ocean floor
BUSHMASTERS –
our native wildlife
heading south
Kandinsky draws
another set of rings
the abstract shape at the center that harms and kills
a bee burying itself
in the dentist’s arm
a bee drilling
its stinger
in the dentist’s arm
^^
Robert, I couldn’t resist.
I have spent much time in the dentist chair so far this year – at last, catching up on my dental care –
but my dental kindly keeps me comfortably numb during the procedures.
😎
Michael (MV)
detassler
the land rich farmer
dirt poor
her steaming passion
for the espresso machine
Sweet Caroline
lost for words
the dairy maid threading
moon socks
starry night
the space station appears
on the dot
clacking rice transplanter
drowning out
the ancient songs
rusted harvester
covered in lights
god’s half acre
Awesome! Marilyn.
morning mass
a cloud of grasshoppers
the sun
power-lifting the day
over the flatline
I love this Michael!
the thud of dumbbells
hitting the deck
after yours, Robert –
dumbbells
make smart bodies
sound
.
dumbbells
make bodies
sound & smart
.
— Michael (MV) enjoying
IHPD is playday
creative & sound
the signs muscles make
Early morning sky
ravens singing springtime songs
Logging truck roars by
some of the toads
get to the other side…
busy road
at the Tate …
Yayoi Kusama‘s mirrors
filling the void
a rail threader
moving the sun
into place
sleepers lined up
between here and infinity
Falkirk…
are those arrows landing
between the blades
a close shave
with a low-flying heron
church walk
morning mass
the congregation stare
at the ringing pocket
among the fluff
an old threepenny bit
ghost of Christmas past
dawn
the jackhammers
silent
on a pogo stick
a young lad jumping
rainbows
headline news
a robot vacuum cleaner
bids for freedom
a riot
of protesting
robot
👾
🤖
a global uprising
Planet of the Robots
Michael (MV)
Hi Robert,
The Wordsworth poem
“My heart leaps up
when I behold a rainbow in the sky”
springs to mind, reading your haiku
https://poets.org/poem/my-heart-leaps
Michael (MV)
sundown
the sleep of drones
Hi Micheal,
Nice to see you!
I too love Wordsworth! Thank you for the link.
those daffodils
speaking louder than ever
this year
the last lonely cloud
already reserved
this solitude…