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EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaborative 2019

 

Welcome to the largest collaborative poem on the internet. The United Nations has designated 2019 as the Year of Indigenous Languages. Plan to share one poem or many in the world’s largest collaborative poem! 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:

FUJI CONCEALED IN A MIST.* Into a sea of mist whither hath Mt. Fuji sunk?

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 at hand.

Enjoy!

[*This poem, included in W. G. Aston’s Grammar of the Japanese Written Language (1877) without ascription, is possibly the first haiku ever written in English — indigenous language indeed! Of course since that time we have come to quite a different understanding of what makes an indigenous language, and how endangered many of them are . . .]

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  1. dusk . . .
    the clouds moving
    with my worries

    World Language Day
    the river talking
    on the rocks

  2.  “found in translation” 
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    dying —
    body language
    left behind in the translation
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    dying body
    of language
    behind for translation
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    language left
    the dying body behind
    for translation
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      1. Web link includes a photo when Karen worked in the Serengeti:
        http://reasonablyadjustedtv.com/2016/01/
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        This Lion Country
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        Serengeti dryness
        the gurgling call
        of a cape crow
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        Kilimanjaro
        looking for the peak
        and then looking higher
        .
        Gol Mountains Masai
        our only common language
        wildebeest grunts
        .
        open plains
        giraffes in the last light
        the longest shadows
        .
        night flight––
        flamingo call
        on the moon
        .
        trying hard to sleep––
        a single gazelle being eaten
        on both sides of the tent
        .
        yellow flowers
        to the horizon
        this lion country
        .
        clipped green grass––
        jasmine scrambles
        over the kopje
        .
        long after the leopard
        I see spots
        in the bushes
        .
        long dry season
        the last flower
        a baboon snack
        .

        Karen Hoy
        From: This Lion Country sequence (Serengeti) Presence issue 57 March 2017 ISSN 1366-5367
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        note: long dry season ws Runner-up, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2004
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        Africa’s Big Five and Other Wildlife Filmmakers: A Centenary of Wildlife Filming in Kenya, Jean Hartley … Teresa Clare, Marguerite Smits van Oyen, Dave Houghton, Gus Christie, Karen Hoy to name but a few: https://tinyurl.com/KarenHoySerengeti

      1. extinction rebellion
        three hundred and ten
        reasons to change
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        Last count.there was 310 arrests around London alone. Sadly the media don’t appear to be reporting the campaign overseas.

        1. Actually at least 400 arrests of people bringing the attention of serious and dangerous harm being created by practices against natural law.
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          There seems to be a worrying bias against all of this bringing alarming practices to the authorities, because so many people in comfy jobs etc… know they are mired in the corruption of it all, and what harm it does to people’s children and grandchildren, as well as the planet.
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          As one young woman said, thirty years of polite non-disruptive protest have been basically ignored or glossed over. So thirty years of inaction is having to be addressed more widely and openly. It’s also a cry for getting back some semblance of real democracy.
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          Fingers crossed.

          1. tiny Tim
            how mole hills
            become mountains
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            I worked from the last report I’d heard Alan.
            It truly is shocking.
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            A friend in the mid eighties approached a local councillor with an idea for individual wind turbines to be mounted on all house rooves. He’d already piloted it and was charging enough power to run his lights.
            The councillor became an obstruction. I’ve not spoken to him in 20 years so do not know what came of it.
            Sadly history shows that Labour have worked to solve a lot of these issues (Not perfect) but more a cohesive direction than the dog eat dog environment we’ve inherited under the current shower.

      1. cricket song
        the jogger crunches
        between loose gravel
        .
        Alan Summers
        Haiku Friends vol. 1 ed. Masaharu Hirata (Japan 2003)
        Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)

  3. what is language?
    on the left behind spade
    a robin lands again
    .
    Alan Summers
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    Extinction Rebellion
    the language of right…
    up against a far right
    .
    Alan Summers

  4.  
    Do you see
    what I see:
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    Quasimodo et Esmeralda
    (beauté la bête)
    trouver sanctuaire dans le beffroi
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    Quasimodo and Esmeralda
    (beauty the beast)
    finding sanctuary in the belfry
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  5.  
    Do you hear
    what I hear
    Matin from Notre Dame
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    Quasimodo
    fait de la musique
    de Heavy Metal
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    Quasimodo
    makes music
    from heavy metal

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      1. Hi Alan,
        Sorry for the delayed reply.
        I was not able to commit during the invitation period.
        Hence I will have to wait till next year.
        Maybe their will be another opportunity, perhaps a summer ginkgo.

        Best wishes.
        Rob

          1. Hi Alan,
            Please let me know of the next ginko. We were talking about a weekend away. Where is undecided.
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            Carnation blooms
            a bee on the edge
            of time
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            🤔

          2. Hi Robert,
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            We have two types of ginko planned.
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            No dates, but we are also planning local ginko events as there’s a meadow 2-3 minutes stroll from our house, and a wood, and a long river walk through a park and into the High Street.
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            Our guest bedroom isn’t ready yet, but the Best Western Angel Hotel appears to give competitive prices against local B&Bs.
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            The Angel Hotel is only five to six minutes stroll from our house. Keep checking our website or if you haven’t, join our newsletter! 🙂
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            warm regards,
            Alan
            https://www.callofthepage.org/contact/newsletter-sign-up/
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            We also love bees!!!

  6. the scent of rain
    birdsong stretches
    as far as Mars
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    Alan Summers
    Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum Selected Haiku Collection (Japan 2017)
    Liz Brownlee’s Resource for Poets writing for Children
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    old tales
    moon-bright leaves
    jostle the breeze
     .
    Alan Summers
    Wild Plum 1:1 (Spring & Summer 2015)

    1. Top of the Alan, Michael, and writers! 🙂

      a note of spring-
      in dappled light
      a young song
      travels out

        1. Hi Lovette!!!!!!!!:-)
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          Interestingly I filled in the gap where you meant to include ‘morning’ and I think that’s a natural reaction for people to do so. In haiku we write so that we hope readers will fill in gaps too.
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          a note of spring-
          in dappled light
          a young song
          travels out
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          Lovette Cartier
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          A beautiful verse!!! 🙂
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          The language of the birds, and even if a dawn chorus might include a few bird varieties of cuss words, it still feels wonderful to our ears: If only human cussing did. 😉

  7.  
    Notre Dame
    with age comes vintage
    and palimpsest
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    never too old to be
    a damsel-in distress
    (or in heat)    Praise the Lord
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    ^^ Joan made me do it – not of Arc; of Hollywood
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    Didn’t know
    she was going in for
    The Miracle Lift
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    ^^ however, that references the three: Notre Dame, Joan of Joy, and Jeanne D’Arc
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    Michael
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  8. Last Supper
    all savor the favor
    of the savior
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    The Last Supper was late
    night in the garden
    – and a salad bar –
    all the produce
    on ice
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    stigmata –
    passion
    marks
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  9. …………………………………….
    …………………………………….
    …………………………………….
    …………………………………….
    ………wailing wall…………..
    …………………………………….
    …………………………………….

    1. Robert, Bravo

      I have truly enjoyed your visku (visual haiku poetry) – you’re a natural voice & vision

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      ” . . if these walls could talk ”
      if they can wail
      they can talk
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      if more talk
      then no wailing
      and no more wall
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      needn’t be built – walls
      figurative phantom
      political
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    1. Claire,
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      Love the reference to the ancient people of North America!
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      harvest-moon zephyr
      wheels over canyon hoodoos
      ghost-whistle
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      Galaxy of Verse
      Volume 35, #1, pg 79
      .
      Jan Benson

      1. Jan,
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        Thank you for commenting on my haiku! I can imagine the Anasazi in their pueblos, voices carrying on the winds. Different dialects echoed by later indigenous tribes in the southwest USA.
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        Compliments on your wonderful haiku, and collection!
        .
        Claire Vogel Camargo

  10. it’s approaching that last hour Good night sweet Prince 
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    sleeping in heavenly peace
    the lull without a bye
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    the lull
    without
    a bye
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      1. awww, space issues when writing about boundaries and borders
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        piece of Nalanda
        next to the World Map
        unwilling…myself

      1. Hi Lovette Carter & Happy IHPD 2019
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        Life the gift
        never wrapped up;
        not talked about, lived
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        Michael
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    1. Kyi -Chu temple*
      walking in the footsteps
      of bygone pilgrims
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      * Oldest temple in Bhutan built in the 7th century.

  11. Perhaps the first Indigenous Language is the one we need to communicate with our actual self? As an adopted person I sometimes have to reach for a first language I hadn’t fully acquired.
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    baby photos
    
from my birth mother . . .
    how do I say hello to me
    .
    Alan Summers
    The Heron’s Nest 14.2)

          1. final rays . . .
            still reason
            to hum

            Master of the Month, January 2017
            NHK World Haiku Masters

        1. a heated argument
          the length of the quiet car –
          in sign language

          Cattails, October 2018, pg 52

        2. Some great and wonderful train, and station, and bus haiku here! 🙂
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          Inspired by Hitchcock and Munch:
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          night train
          a window screams
          out of an owl
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          Alan Summers
          Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 14 (November 15th 2017)

    1. the night train

      of paper rock scissors
      
you sleep into me
      .
      Alan Summers
      c.2.2. Anthology of short-verse ed. Brendan Slater & Alan Summers
      (Yet To Be Named Free Press 2013)

        1. the night train passes
          along the mountain trail
          garlic snores
          .
          Alan Summers
          Azami #51 ed. Ikkoku Santo (Japan 1998)
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          The Spanish night train, full of strangers, and a heck of a lot of garlic from one geezer.

    1. sunday afternoon

      an essex skipper evades
      
an expert in the field
      .
      Alan Summers
      Blithe Spirit, December 2011 issue
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      Actually it’s a butterfly (Essex Skipper). 🙂
      Sundays, the smell of green grass, cucumber sandwiches with the edges trimmed, and lemonade, and willow and linseed.

    1. Hi Marion Clarke & Happy IHPD 2019
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      cabinet of curiosities – a group-gasp
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      Michael
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      1. Hey, Michael – a good one 🙂
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        Took me awhile to get rolling this year and then it was too late!
        .
        Marion

    1. fifth kind encounter
      humans replace crows
      as an idiom of murder
      .
      Alan Summers
      Prune Juice : Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga
      Scifaiku feature Issue 21: March, 2017 editor: Steve Hodge

        1. Thank you MIchael! 🙂
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          The actual caretakers of the world, and it’s certainly not humans, are often despised. There was a great radio program on flies the other day, and proving that without flies, humans would die out very quickly, as we create so much ‘raw sewage’ to put it delicately.
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          And the crow family are also trying to keep up with our obsession with garbage too! 🙂
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          I wonder if the actual real caretakers of the planet have a “Cross- indigenous language” so they can work more effectively to slow down the destruction from the humans’ race to both self-destruct and take the planet with them? 😉

    1. A beautiful allusion Stella. Your first line “Babel” just inspired another poem which I share below:

      Babel
      the tearing and tethering
      of tongues

      (c) Adjei Agyei-Baah

      Inspired by Stella Pierides’ “Babel” haiku

  12. Offering prayers with flowers to the lost river*
    mystery manipulates me

    lost river: River Saraswati


    this is in response to the seed poem.

    I thank THF for the opportunity to interact with the world participation. It was fun to pen the spontaneous responses to others poems.

    ‘Good Night All
    Big and Small’
    northern lights

    🙂

  13. news the war to end all wars rolling
    _____________________________________

    (Bones, 5, November 2014)
    _____________________________________

    world
    breaking
    NSEW
    _____________________________________

    (Under the Basho, 2018)

    1. the buzz
      of paper wasps…
      café chatter

      —————-

      Navajo code talker —
      in his words
      turquoise

      Theresa A. Cancro
      First published in Failed Haiku, July 2017, Issue #19

  14. the mists of time…
    every cliché counted
    on an abacus
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    Alan Summers
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    NOTE:
    The abacus, also called a counting frame, is a calculating tool that was in use in Europe, China and Russia, centuries before the adoption of the written Hindu–Arabic numeral system. The exact origin of the abacus is still unknown. Wikipedia

      1. Thank goodness that the awful negative politics has done an HC Andersen, and both boys and girls are now shouting out “The Emperor has no clothes”! 🙂
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        Brilliant one line senryu by the way!!! 🙂
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        Politicians have robbed us of our indigenous language(s), as well as the sinister shadows behind global corporate entities.
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        Sideswipe, or Shining the Bull
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        We speak you listen don’t you, don’t you, love me, love me, I am only greed and politics helping you help me.
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        sunrise
        the gleam of green
        being counted
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          1. As these verses will be copied and pasted into a PDF anthology, this is for Jim’s benefit or whoever has that duty. 🙂
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            just giving
            a long line
            at the pearly gates
            .
            Robert Kingston

  15. conjugating verbs
    across a battlefield
    matins moon
     .
    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (2015)
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    cobweb moon
    a man’s opening lines
    fill with mortar
     .
    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (2015)
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    we learn to adjust
    the clocks of our hands
    borrowed moon
     .
    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (2015)
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    pussy willow the phial of expired wishes
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    Alan Summers
    Bones – journal for contemporary haiku, no. 14 (November 15th 2017)
    Feature: The Basic Elements of Haiku by Clayton Beach (May, 2018)
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    Gendai influenced.

  16. mistfall
    the swansongs
    of orb spiders
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    Alan Summers
    Scope vol. 61 no. 6, July 2015 (Fellowship of Australian Writers, Queensland)
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    Toshugu shrine pines
    I try to stay as still –
    mist and dew
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    Alan Summers
    First credit: Hermitage ed. Ion Codrescu (Romania 2005)
    Articles: World Haiku Review Japan Article – Vending machines and cicadas (March 2003); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 Part 1 (Akita International Haiku Network, Japan 2010)
    Anthology: We Are All Japan ed. Robert D. Wilson & Sasa Vazic (Karakia Press 2012)
    Collection: The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)

    1. the camp fire burns the misty moon halved by thin cloud
      .
      Alan Summers
      monoku credit: Presence issue 4 (May 1997)
      Anthology: Stepping Stones: a way into haiku ed. Martin Lucas (British Haiku Society 2007)
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    1. ” … And over the evening forest
      the bronze moon climbs to its place.
      Why has the music stopped?
      Why is there such silence?”

      ——————————————

      Osip Mandelstam, Stone #24 from Selected Poems. Trans. 1973 by Clarence Brown and W. S. Merwin.

      1. snow-capped church domes
        glimmering in the moonlight…
        unearthly silence
        ***
        starlit skies –
        coming from nowhere
        cello’s voice
        ***

  17. first words
    ever

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    in the cold
    before first light

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    stars…
    the struggle
    green over gray

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    second word
    ever

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    danger moon
    the rustle
    of everything

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    third word
    ever

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    respite

  18. a day at the zoo inwrapt with the giant constrictor’s silence

    **************** free speech
    as long as the wind still
    moves through the pines

    1. whatever’s going on this was not the plot of the haiku above not that it matters all that much but>>
      ************************************************
      a day at the zoo
      inwrapt with the giant
      constrictor’s silence

      **********************************
      free speech
      as long as the wind still
      moves through the pines

  19. deaf kids sign across the divide
    _____________________________________
    (BHS Anthology: ‘Sound’, 2014;
    ‘sanguinella’, Red Moon Press, 2017)

  20. thick note script
    [antediluvian + ]
    _________________

    (Bones, 11, November 2016;
    ‘sanguinella’, Red Moon Press, 2017)

    1. Oh where be the Nilgiris* …
      the mist’s performs
      a sleight of hand

      *Nilgiris are mountains to the south of India

  21. returning home
    a builder’s crane
    gives me the finger
    *
    (Rattle, 47, Spring 2015;
    ‘sanguinella’, Red Moon Press, 2017)

  22. graffiti
    sharper
    by moonlight
    *
    (The Heron’s Nest, 7.1, March 2005)
    *
    (‘water on the moon’, Original Plus Press, 2010;
    Ditto ‘start of the season’ see below)

  23. start of the season
    the myna bird rehearses
    its builder’s whistle
    *
    (Shamrock, 9, Spring 2009)

  24. ……………………………..
    ……….h…………………..
    ……….a……………………
    cross i ng continents
    ……….k……………………
    ……….u……………………
    ………………………………

    1. Robert, this visku would make for an apt title & cover of a haiku journal
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      and prompts me to this monoku –
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      haiku transcontinental air lines
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      hi ku
      .
      Michael
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  25. Now for an advert
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    …………………….N……………………
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    E…………..didgeridwoo………..W
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    ……………………..S…………………..

    1. wind whirling
      ’round the world –
      didgeridwoo

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      *

      the wind inside of me is the wind inside of you   (and you and you . . )

      Michael

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  26. Mt Fuji wall
    laced with veils of mist
    and a siren’s song

    *
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    *

    the mist rises
    pulling up with it –
    Mt. Fuji from the sea

    *
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    *

    Michael

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  27. ……………….s…………………
    …………….a….p………………
    ………………..I…………………
    ………………..r…………………
    ………………..e…………………
    ………t……….r……….i………..
    ….f……..e………..f………r…..
    a…………………………………e
    . ________________________.

    1. Hi Robert kingston & Happy IHPD 2019

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      many elements unify the cathedral – and too your haiku poem

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      asp / apse
      spire / aspire   pire(pyre)

      ^^ bring Language Poetry to the haiku aesthetic

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      the typography à la ee cumming – bringing Visual Poetry (Apollinaire calligrammes) to the Haiku – the semblance of the steeple & Gothic cathedral blueprint.

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      Your shaped haiku poem speaks of reconstruction after destruction – redemption after the fall –

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      and I find that symbolic – a Divine Serendipity – the occurrence here at Holy Week & Triduum

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      Michael

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    2. and still the music played

      sad day
      a race
      to save our Lady

      a ring of still
      hot footing it
      from the belfry

      hired hands
      steam cleaning
      the sky

      red mist
      a stash of cash
      misses the void

      white
      carnations
      how
      the
      truth
      flows
      out

      and still the music played

      1. and still the music played
        .
        sad day
        a race
        to save our Lady
        .
        a ring of still
        hot footing it
        from the belfry
        .
        hired hands
        steam cleaning
        the sky
        .
        red mist
        a stash of cash
        misses the void
        .
        white
        carnations
        how
        the
        truth
        flows
        out
        .
        and still the music played

    1. strange word,
      familiar feeling –
      shunshu *

      * “shunshu” – a Japanese kigo which depicts melancholic feeling one sometimes has in spring
      /World Haiku Review, vanguard, June 2015/

      1. she offers brussel sprouts
        but tells her Barbie doll
        it’s lettuce

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        wendy c. bialek
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        failed haiku september 2018 editor Adjei Adyei-Baah

  28. Narragansett, Potowomut, Sachuest
    tales of indigenous language
    still on their tongues

    socked in bay
    the Narragansetts dream
    in their tribal tongue

  29. incommunicado…
    not really, it’s the guy
    from sys admin

    — Haiku in the Workplace, THF Troutswirl, 2017

    1. late summer flowers…
      the joy
      of a good sneeze
      *
      (The Heron’s Nest, 11.3, September 2009;
      ‘water on the moon’, Original Plus Press, 2010)

  30. Notre Dame

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    son clocher
    englouti
    en flammes

    *
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    *

    Jeanne d’Arc

    *
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    her steeple engulfed in flames

    *
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    Notre Dame

    *
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  31. Chattahoochee –
    the curve of a fishing rod
    sinks back into the mist
    –Tzetzka Ilieva

    (HSA SE Region 2013 Anthology)
    *Chattahoochee (river) – from Creek, means “Flowered Stones”, chatto = stone + hoche = flowered or marked

  32. a plum
    firmly held
    in the rich kid’s mouth
    .
    .
    broken English
    crossing from east to west
    the jubilee line

    1. her ceaseless chatter –
      at last we draw near
      the rapids
      .
      paper wasp, vol. 16, no. 3, Winter 2010
      .

    2. Hi Barbara Kaufmann & Happy IHPD 2019,

      *

      and with a powerful monoku – the right form for this one

      *

      and now I need to spontaneously share a Hopkinesque response like this – 

      mountain waterfall the power in Our Father’s voice (calling us home)

      *
      *

      Michael

      *
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      *

  33. worm hole
    finding one language
    to enter
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    do aliens speak morse
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    space dust another term for static
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    Earth day
    another piece of junk
    cluttering the moon

    1. strangers in orbit
      reflecting on the flotsam
      behind us. ahead.
      *
      (Mslexia, 5, Spring-Summer 2000)

  34. we bargain
    by hand signals
    the price of travel
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    practicing my deepest bow
    for my daughter-in-law’s
    mother’s visit
    .
    .
    on a warm evening
    I spread my fan
    mistaken signal
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    warning
    from the chittering squirrel
    hawk shadow
    .
    .
    nose to nose
    with my new grandson
    his eyes answer
    .
    .
    rain, lluvia or pluie
    it falls just as softly
    in April
    .
    .
    lost
    one death at a time
    another language

    Peggy Hale Bilbro
    Alabama, USA

  35. A Viking speaks through the Sun
    Solar Language
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    November: Slaughter or Butcher Month
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    Gormánuður
    the thoughts
    of food
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    Ýlir
    the Yule month
    is language
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    .

    Yule month
    Odin gives us small gifts
    .
    .

    Yule month
    the children fill socks
    with hay
    .
    .

    Mörsugur
    winter solstice falls early
    for my own long night
    .
    .

    Þorri winter month
    we choose rotten shark
    with brennivín liquor
    .
    .

    fifth winter month
    .
    .
    the Gói blót
    we “first love” in words
    not yet formed
    .
    .

    April (6th Winter month):
    .
    .
    Einmánuður
    the sixth winter month
    for the boys in snow
    .
    .

    Note:
    The moon was important to Vikings but the sun was the central role. The year was mostly dark
    and cold in Scandinavia. The sun brought light and life. When the sun is high we work land to eat and live through “the long night.”

  36. Views of Original Language from a Fish-God
    Alan Summers
    .
    .

    hummingbird
    I pull its colors
    to create my own state
    .
    Publication credits: see haiku here (haiga #531, Japan 2011); haijinx IV:1 (2011)
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
    Anthology credit: The Humours of Haiku ed. David Cobb ISBN 978-0-9565725-4-7 (Iron Press 2012)
    .
    .
    Pharmakós the name you scratch inside
    .
    Publication credits: Monostich, a blog for 1-line ku (Wednesday, 25 May 2011)
    Article: The G-force of Blue | Touching Base with Gendai haiku (LAKEVIEW International Journal of Literature and Arts Vol.1, No.1 February 2013
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
    .
    .
    convolvulus
    a word on my tongue
    and the bumblebee
    .
    Publication credits: Blithe Spirit vol.14 no. 4 (2004); see haiku here ed. Kuniharu Shimizu (Japan 2011); haijinx volume IV, issue 1 (2011)
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN 2012)
    .
    .
    Blood Moon
    my Rhesus positive rising
    .
    Publication Credits: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
    .
    .

    giallo this restricted area my birthplace
    .
    Publication credits: Bones – a journal for contemporary haiku Issue 0.1 2012 reissued 2013; Collection: Does Fish-God Know (Yet To Be Named Free Press 2012)
    .
    .
    end of matins
    I decode into genomes
    into petals
    .
    Publication credits: Bones – a journal for contemporary haiku Issue 0.1 2012 reissued 2013
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (Yet To Be Named Free Press 2012)
    .
    .
    place of fire
    
this part of the Novel

    becomes my navel
    .
    Publication credits:
    Blithe Spirit, December 2011 issue
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
    .
    .
    beads of sweat
    I lose myself in
    the copulation of flies
    .
    Publication credits: Blithe Spirit (Vol 22 No. 3 2012) [Autumn 2012]
    Anthology credits: Sea Bandits ed Aubrie Cox (2012); With Cherries on Top 31 Flavors from NaHaiWriMo (Press Here Sammamish, Washington 2012) ISBN 978-1-878798-34-3
    Collection: Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Free Press 2012)
    .
    .
    Alan Summers
    Does Fish-God Know (YTBN Press 2012)
    https://www.amazon.com/Does-Fish-God-Know-Alan-Summers/dp/1479211044/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=does+fish-god+know&qid=1555453810&s=books&sr=1-3
    .
    .
    Note: sex, stars, and DNA by pre-humans and non-humans is an Indigenous Language in its own right, I believe.

    1. buzz words
      a raven’s remark
      cuts through
      .

      Modeworte
      einschneidend die Bemerkung
      eines Rabens
      .
      Chrysanthemum # 22, October 2017

      1. Armed Forces Day
        a dark joke passes
        among the amputees
        .
        Tag der Streitkrafte
        ein gemeiner Witz macht die Runde
        unter den Amputierten
        .
        (Chrysanthemum, 15, April 2014)

  37. open market
    we taste the sound
    of other languages
    .
    Debbie Strange
    The Mamba, Issue 4, 2017
    .
    talking drums every song we know by heart
    .
    Debbie Strange
    Hedgerow Poems, Issue 121, 2017
    .
    Happy International Haiku Poetry Day from Canada!

    1. Hi Debbie, & Happy IHPD 2019

      Debbie Strange
      from Canada
      never a stranger to me

      responding by sharing a variation on yours:

      open market
      we sample the taste
      of other tongues

      Michael in Birmingham, AL his native heartland way down south

    2. Debbie
      .
      OH!
      .
      To find someone who speaks DRUM!
      .
      gentle palm-press
      numbing the harshness
      on a tone drum

      Human/Kind Journal
      Issue 1.4, April 2019
      (Haibun-Emma and Ursa)
      .
      Jan Benson

    3. DRUM me more!
      .
      handheld drum
      a syncopation
      on the down beat
      .
      Human/Kind Journal
      Inaugural Issue, January 2019
      (Haibun-Izzi Is)
      .
      Jan Benson

    1. jaltarang
      a thirsty puppy
      laps up “RE”

      jaltarang: musical instrument that uses water in bowls to produce the notes of music

      RE: Sa Re Ga Ma are the Do Re Mi of Indian music

    1. dingo call by dingo call the terrain takes shape
      .
      The Heron’s Nest Volume XV, Number3: September 2013.

  38. Pitjantjatjara –
    stories by the fire
    told under stars
    .
    .
    Pitjantjatjara: People of the western and central desert regions and one of over 250 language groups in australia around the time of colonial invasion.

    1. first light in the magpie’s language silver
      .
      Modern Haiku 44.1, 2013 MH 44.1, Winter/Spring 2013

  39. Today is also our wedding anniversary (parallel haiku – I hope it formats properly)
    *

    ia manuia

    in silence

    le aso fa’amanatu

    the roots of language

    o le fa’aipo’ipoga

    that bind us

  40. out of the mist
    a buzzard rises
    and keeps on rising

    ————————————-
    Otata 29. May, 2018, haibun, “Singing the Landscape”

  41. mother’s native tongue
    words locked away
    in my childhood memory

    *one of the languages still spoken in a pocket of the northern area out of 170+ languages in a country of 7,641 islands

    1. foreshore erosion –
      just a few patches
      of our first language left
      .
      (Highly Commended. Results of comp. in FreeXpression vol XX11 issue 5, May 2015)

  42. Nilgiris the colours of my bruise

    –Nilgiris are the blue mountains, to the the south, of India they look bluish at dusk.

  43. Paris to Milan train
    the baby cries
    in every language
    .
    Karen Hoy
    First publication:
    Blithe Spirit Vol. 19 No.4 (December 2009)
    .
    Anthology credits:
    Another Country: Haiku Poetry from Wales ed. Nigel Jenkins, Ken Jones and Lynne Rees
    (Gomer Press 2011)
    .
    naad anunaad: an anthology of contemporary international haiku
    ed. Shloka Shankar, Sanjuktaa Asopa, Kala Ramesh (Vishwakarma Publications, 2016)

  44. sound of the waterfall
    flows from his flute —
    the street musician

    ———————————–

    “Portrait of a Lady” [haibun], A Hundred
    Gourds 2:4 (September 2013)

  45. ancestral shrine
    the woman uncombed
    turns the prayer wheel

    ———————————-
    Otata 30 June 2018, haibun, “Veiled Admission (notes on dying)”

  46. your silence
    more deafening than cymbals
    echoing in the ravine

    ——————————-
    Failed Haiku Failed Haiku Volume 2, Issue 20 2017, haiga to a photograph by Pem
    C. Gyamtsho

  47. Kazimierz dream –
    a woman stands in the doorway
    her mouth full of pins

    —————————
    Failed Haiku Volume 2, Issue 19 2017 haiga to own photograph

  48. waterfall of lichen
    deep in the mountain forest
    a musk deer calls
    ——————————–
    Genjuan 2015 Grand Prix Winning Haibun, “Mining Memories”

  49. familiebijeenkomst—
    ABN komt niet verder
    dan de voordeur

    family gathering—
    Standard Dutch doesn’t make it
    past the front door

    Dutch and English versions
    By Corine Timmer

    1. I am not sure why it’s all attached. Here is the original Dutch haiku again. The Netherlands knows and recognizes many dialects. My parents grew up in an area in Holland where they speak Betuws, a South Guelderish dialect which falls under the umbrella of Low Frankish languages. ABN stands for Algemeen Beschaafd Nederlands (Standard Dutch).

      familiebijeenkomst—
      ABN komt niet verder
      dan de voordeur

      Corine Timmer 2019

    2. familiebijeenkomst—
      ABN komt niet verder
      dan de voordeur
      .
      .
      family gathering—
      Standard Dutch doesn’t make it
      past the front door
      .
      Dutch and English versions
      By Corine Timmer (2019)
      .
      .
      The Netherlands knows and recognizes many dialects. My parents grew up in an area in Holland where they speak Betuws, a South Guelderish dialect which falls under the umbrella of Low Frankish languages. ABN stands for Algemeen Beschaafd Nederlands (Standard Dutch).

        1. It’s a real pain, but I put a single dot (period, fullstop, endstop symbol) in between to space out certain lines.
          .
          I have seen some people who know how to use HTML code for this blog, and I’m envious as I don’t know how to do it myself. 🙂

  50. FUJI CONCEALED IN A MIST.*
    Into a sea of mist whither hath Mt. Fuji sunk?

    *********
    response to seed poem:

    ***********

    in the smoke
    glowing briefly
    the spire falls

    *********

        1. As these verses will be copied and pasted into a PDF anthology, this is for Jim’s benefit or whoever has that duty. 🙂
          .
          .
          pearly’s delight
          holding strands
          of the poor man’s tongue
          .
          Robert Kingston

    1. on the old oak’s stump
      sawdust and countless rings –
      my family tree
      *
      ( Basho Festival Contest, 2013)

  51. border dispute
    “I’m English” she trills
    Welsh as daffodils
    *
    (for my Tallowyn Godmother)
    Xxx

    1. 🙂 Helen . . . yep 🙂 same with my maternal grandmother (the family had to move from Wales to Liverpool for work, then she came to Australia by herself when she was 18.
      .
      And then there was the other lot.
      .
      the ancestors
      mutter their grievances . . .
      whiskey moon
      .
      3Lights Journal #1, Jan. 2010

  52. welsh mist–
    signposts thick
    with consonants
    *
    (for my Swansea Mum)
    Xxx
    (Modern Haiku, 42.1, Winter-Spring, 2011)

    1. Eufemia,
      So often, native imagery and expression of “nature values” are lost on editors.
      .
      Thank you for this haiku!
      .
      bone moon
      the ululations
      of mothers
      .
      Wild Voices Spring 2017
      .
      Jan Benson

    1. Eufemia,
      Again, I love the runes KU.
      .
      zipper web
      decoding the runes
      of spiders
      .
      Blithe Spirit 47.3
      Summer 2017
      .
      Jan Benson

  53. this for fun… and just because 🙂
    .
    soaring buzzard—
    what do you see *
    .
    .
    *we don’t know what the bird sees but what the viewer will see mostly depends on where they live:
    in Europe it’s a bird of prey
    in America it’s a vulture
    elsewhere???

    1. tasting my Welsh
      
in a lava breakfast . . .
      the dew falling
      .
      Alan Summers
      .
      Note:
      .
      “the dew falling” from Under Milk Wood:
      http://oedipa.tripod.com/thomas.html
      .
      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. A great breakfast! 🙂

      1. ‘ab kya kahe’
        romain lettuce
        in dal tadka

        🙁

        ab kya kahe = what is to be said,…but actually translates into – Dear Gawd

        1. white noise
          waves thrash the cliffs
          at the Crown Mines

          (A Sense of Place, Troutswirl Blog, The Haiku Foundation, 18 July 2018, The Shore – hearing)

  54. hyena cub cull
    the alpha female’s calls
    echo against the hill
    .
    Karen Hoy
    British Haiku Sosciety 2016 Members’ Anthology “Beginnings”
    .
    .

    Gol Mountains Maasai –
    our only common language
    wildebeest grunts
    .
    Karen Hoy
    .
    True story: Each Maasai warrior had a different dialect or language, but everyone knew gnu (Wildebeests) grunts including this author so fluid communication was able to be made. The Gol Mountains are part of the Ngorongoro Conservation Area, Tanzania, Africa

  55. birth mother visit a cabbie talks of spring equinoxes
    .
    Alan Summers
    proletaria – politics philosophy phenomena (April 2019) ed. Elancharan Gunasekaran
    .
    .
    eye of the song a blackbird touching the void
    .
    Alan Summers
    Winning haiku, The British Haiku Society Awards 2018/19 (Haiku Section) judge: Scott Mason
    .
    .
    fainter stars the bluebells shake out a morning
    .
    Alan Summers
    Sonic Boom, Issue Thirteen 2018 ed. Shloka Shankar
    .
    .
    Note: Even flora and fauna have their own Indigenous Languages.

    1. Hello Alan Summers,

      Your poem is so lovely. Your “Note” especially, yes, here’s to the language of flora and fauna:

      fainter stars the bluebells shake out a morning
      .
      Alan Summers
      Sonic Boom, Issue Thirteen 2018 ed. Shloka Shankar
      .
      .
      Note: Even flora and fauna have their own Indigenous Languages

        1. Beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!
          Thanks Vicki!
          .
          .

          the snow-spinning wind
          I dream of only big trees
          in my prison yard
          .
          Alan Summers
          Runner Up, The IAFOR Vladimir Devidé Haiku Award 2015
          The International Academic Forum (IAFOR)

          1. Ohh, nice! I know the feeling! I speak to my flora fauna friends often 🙂

            Thank you so much, Alan, your comment makes me happy 😊

          2. The ”indigenous language” yes!

            Cleve Backster, ”The Secret Life of Plants”
            and
            Ecologist Suzanne Simard on ”A world of infinite, biological pathways that connect trees and allow them to communicate, and allow the forest to behave as if it’s a
            single organism.”

    1. train whistle
      
a blackbird hops

      along its notes
      .
      Alan Summers
      .
      First publication: Presence #47 (2012)
      .
      Anthology credit: naad anunaad: an anthology of contemporary international haiku ed. Shloka Shankar, Sanjuktaa Asopa, Kala Ramesh (India, 2016)

      1. Hi Olivier Schopfer, & Happy IHPD 2019

        *
        *

        Olivier, I am sharing a couple your continental haiku prompted me to:

        *

        lovers face to face
        a Brit & Japanese
        engaged in French

        *
        *

        a French kiss
        the Universal tongue
        of passion

        *
        *

  56. cloudshifting
    the robin’s song
    between sobs
    .
    Alan Summers
    .
    From “Paper Tears”
    Narrow Road: Flash Fiction – Poetry – Haibun
    Volume 2, August 2017 ed. Rohini Gupta; Raamesh Gowri Raghavan; Paresh Tiwari
    .
    Note: Not all Indigenous Languages are human alone.

    1. far from home
      the rustle of willow leaves
      speaks my language
      (Issa’s Untidy Hut : Wednesday Haiku #198, January 14, 2015)
      (Naad Anunaad : an Anthology of Contemporary World Haiku, 2016, edited by Kala Ramesh, Sanjuktaa Asopa & Shloka Shankar)
      (Charlotte Digregorio’s Daily Haiku : July 18, 2017)

          1.  
            Notre Dame

            son clocher
            englouti
            en flammes

            Jeanne d’Arc

             
             
             
               

             

             

          2. Michael
            Happy IHPD
            Thank you for your comment above.
            Seeing your posts here at first light this morning and above, coupled with other related posts on the wall served to inspire.
            The news reveals that donations for the rebuilding of this magnificent structure has exceeded 750,000,000 euros.
            .
            .

            wren
            out of a stone
            a cathedral

            Christopher Wren, an English architect was instrumental in the creation of 52 churches following the great fire of London.circa1666.

          3.  
            rising from the east wing
            of the stone cathedral
            a wren

            *
            *
            *
            Michael

            *
            *
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