HAIKU DIALOGUE – All the World’s a Stage – curtain call – long list
All the World’s a Stage with Guest Editor Alex Fyffe
Welcome to this month’s performance of Haiku Dialogue! Tonight’s program will begin shortly. There will be a brief intermission between acts, and we ask that you stick around until the final curtain call to support the performers. We hope you enjoy the show!
That’s right: The inspiration for the next few weeks is going to come from theatrical terms. Although one might not associate haiku with theatricality, I think that terms like “intermission,” for example, can inspire a whole folio of ideas for haiku poets to explore.
Below is Alex’s selection of poems on the topic of curtain call:
God the actor-
by the curtain call
he was in the barSarah Davies
Bedford, UK
a band plays
at grandpa’s wake —
curtain callLorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
graveside service
the curtain call before
silence takes center stageStephen A Peters
Bellingham, Washington
treatment ends
I receive a
bouquet of timeChristopher Seep
USA
poetry reading
a standing ovation
for her cupcakesRandy Brooks
Taylorville, Illinois
a false performance
half his life
now he comes outAnn Rawson
Scotland, UK
clean out
a mummified lady bug
between old booksDeborah Karl-Brandt
Germany
needing no applause
after tumbling on the ice
I brush myself offMike Stinson
Nebraska, USA
seventh month
into his seventh marriage
curtain callSeretta Martin
California, USA
Curtain call –
moon behind a cloud
keeping us waitingCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
no tread left
the fairy queen
wakes upJerome Berglund
USA
his final grande geste –
to stamp on the photo
I’ve glued to the wallPenny Lowery
Devon, UK
old window–
no one knew it was
his last performanceLafcadio
USA
star attraction
for each curtain call
the sun bows lowEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, California
curtain call
playing a jolly tune
for my glide awayJohn Hawkhead
UK
he tucks her cell phone
into her coffin
just in caseCindy Putnam Guentherman
Loves Park, Illinois
bit player
takes a final bow…
on dark daysStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, California
on the verge
of leaving…
fifth curtain callKeiko Izawa
Japan
last bow
on the ballerina’s wings
a glint of goldLorraine Haig
Australia
display of fireworks
without encore
scattered starsTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
his last curtain call
…makeup freeMargaret Mahony
Australia
David and Lisa
wishing my madness
was only an act(“David and Lisa” – a play about mental illness)
Jackie Chou
USA
no standing ovation I forget to play myself
Shloka Shankar
India
surviving capitalism wildflowers in winter
Dr. Vidya Premkumar
India
after every
curtain call
self-doubtVandana Parashar
India
standing ovation
before the exit
his saluteVishnu Kapoor
Chennai, India
wrapping up. . .
the blue hyacinth
of dad’s apologyLori Kiefer
UK
lowering skies
maybe the last time
I get to feel rainKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UK
curtain call
at the Pearly Gate
karma scrollNeena Singh
India
his last bow
the curtain closes behind
the sliding coffinJenny Shepherd
London, UK
I take down
the curtain at the kitchen window…
magnolia moonSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
on the stage
after the final act
Juliet’s toddlerRavi Kiran
India
the felled tree’s
new shoots –
full flower moonDeborah A. Bennett
Illinois, USA
drawing the curtains
I see Birnam Wood
outside my windowAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
Ramayana
the demon king bags
all the applauseTeji Sethi
Bangalore, India
grade school play
rocks, trees, and birds
the first to bowBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
end of drama
with no curtain call –
divorce decreeNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
the wolf moon
beaches the bluebottles
curtain callmarilyn ashbaugh
Gulf Stream, Florida
last faculty meeting
before retirement
a new agendaSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, New York
funeral service-
watching a squirrel jumping
from bough to boughRam Chandran
India
old rose bushes —
my gnarled thumbs said farewell
with late BrahmsAlfred Booth
Lyon, France
curtain call
the Thane of Cawdor
smiles at daveHerb Tate
Jersey, UK
gram’s warm cookies
now robed she leaves a last
goodnight smileRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California
curtain call
the temptation too great
for the kittenJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona
end of the day –
shadows of the trees
behind the curtainsDaniela Misso
Italy
dying swan
still on tiptoes she dips
to the applausePris Campbell
USA
seed-paper heart
come June a memorial
in my gardenMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
ice storm
in April
winter’s curtain callSusan Farner
USA
opened & closed
the morning glory
without an audiencewendy c. bialek
Arizona, USA
afterparty . . .
another act
beneath the masksIvan Gaćina
Zadar, Croatia
nine eleven …
again, we call out
their namesArchie Carlos
Minnesota, USA
nomad wedding rug
two peacocks strut
and bow to each otherKathabela Wilson
California, USA
felled giant redwood
my father in surgeryKimberly Kuchar
Austin, Texas
waiting for the curtain call
to count the stars
with her dead fatherSwarna Bopali de Zoysa
Sri Lanka
curtain call
her eyelids lift
for the last timesimonj
UK
a burned-out candle
the curtain
no longer opensShizuku Tsukino
Japan
cut flowers
at curtain call–
the cast still half made-upLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
after him
the eulogy he pined for —
autumn duskMona Bedi
Delhi, India
winter dreams–
that flicker of light within
the final frameJonathan English
Washington, DC
taking a bow
the backlit tassels
of last summer’s weedsCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
curtain call–
Iago and Othello
bowing togetherRuth Holzer
Herndon, Virginia
all the dead
holding hands
curtain callJohn S Green
Cairo, Egypt
ultimo inchino –
Giulietta sorride al marito
in prima filalast bow –
Juliet smiles at her husband
in the front rowGiuliana Ravaglia
Bologna, Italy
curtain call
Hamlet and Ophelia
finally holding handsMarianne Sahlin
Sweden
dugout steps
the old home run hitter
raises his capRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
Crickets
take a curtain call
dewdrops in moonlightApsara Perera
Sri Lanka
standing ovation
for the ensemble
–our townNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
battle of glory
the soldier’s curtain falls
without a speechChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
encore crocus after the snowmelt
Sangita Kalarickal
USA
flocking
behind the curtain
fresh snowMariel Herbert
California, USA
squirrel-proof feeders
the bushy tailed acrobat
comes back for moreVivien Eliades
Brighton, UK
nursing home
behind the curtain
still her handRefika Dedić
Bosnia and Herzegovina
fallen faces… mom and dad show up together
Vishal Prabhu
India
swans on the lake
the old ballerina applauds
again and againMirela Brailean
Iasi, Romania
one more waterfall—
taking the scenic route
back to the airportJulie Bloss Kelsey
Germantown, Maryland
curtain call
a poor player
struts upon the stageSarah E. Metzler
Pennsylvania, USA
all the leaves are off
their place is taken
by a blackbird songZelyko Funda
Varazdin, Croatia
she
becomes they
curtain callAnn Sullivan
Massachusetts, USA
our troupe
of rejected lovers
smiling orchidsRicha Sharma
India
final curtain we clap skins between worlds
Ella Aboutboul
West Sussex, UK
setting sun …
I take your goodbye kiss
home with meAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
one final
curtain call . . .
hospice centerValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
mystical moon
we are the actors
before the curtainMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
nurse log’s encore
nuthatch hops among
the seedlingsAlan Harvey
Tacoma, Washington
curtain call
the smell of roses and
perspirationMargie Gustafson
Lombard, Illinois
can’t make the curtain call –
my persona still stuck
to my dressCristina Povero
Italy
growing light in your passing outside
C.X. Turner
UK
won’t go to sleep
til I hear him again
spotted owlMargaret Tau
New Bern, North Carolina
alone
in the mirror
I practice his smileEvan Spivack
Teaneck, New Jersey
Join us next week for Alex’s commentary on additional poems…
Guest Editor Alex Fyffe teaches high school English in the Houston area. His haiku and senryu have been published in various journals, including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, Failed Haiku, Akitsu Quarterly, and the Asahi Haikuist Network. Some of his favorite short form poets include Issa, whose work he discovered in the intermediate Japanese textbook he used while studying in Hikone, Japan, and Santoka, whose writing introduced him to the liberating concept of “freeform haiku.” Currently, Alex uses haiku in the classroom to ease students into poetry and build their confidence as readers and writers. Alex also posts haiku, including translations of contemporary Japanese haiku, on Twitter @AsurasHaiku.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Comments (31)
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wow, so many fine ones… love them all!
A great showcase of creativities!.
Cheers! and Congratulations!
Anna Yin
thank you alex and all the people behind stage for including my offer amongst these highly kudos-worthy works.
i love this senryu….the humour and how it updates previous historical customs and remedies….for the ‘just in case’
he tucks her cell phone
into her coffin
just in case
—Cindy Putnam Guentherman
Thank you Sari and Alex for your comments.
The haiku highlights a troubling dilemma for
those involved.
All the World’s a Stage is certainly true of haiku poets, too. As I was writing a blog post about this week’s list, I realized that five continents and twenty different countries were represented in this list.
Using Eavonka Ettinger’s haiku:
star attraction
for each curtain call
the sun bows low
Eavonka Ettinger
the sun is constantly bowing to the poets as the earth moves around it.
As many unique takes of the prompt as the countries the poets represent. If only the world could take up haiku as a discipline, maybe there would be global peace, but I digress.
I feel deeply honored to have you use my poem to express this sentiment, Nan.
I completely agree that haiku can and does lead to more peace within and without.
I love how this one gives such dignity to a seemingly insignificant life:
clean out
a mummified lady bug
between old books
Deborah Karl-Brandt
Germany
Cost of living
Money flies out the window
Before curtain falls
Cost of Living is a play about living with disabilities
Thank you Mark for your comment on my haiku.
drawing the curtains
I see Birnam Wood
outside my window
Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
—
Of the many excellent verses, this one jumped out to me, waking me up, this muggy, cloudy, morning in Melbourne. (which is about as far from the British Isles as is Wilton, Connecticut.)
“All the world’s a stage ” , indeed, from a literal theatre’s stage to the protagonist’s bedroom window.
I like the humour of the reference to the Scottish play (which is certainly not a humorous play). I like the (intended or not) connection between Wilton, Connecticut and Shakespeare’s Scotland via prophesying witches.
What could “seeing Birnam Wood outside the window” one morning mean? A predicted downfall of some kind, I imagine. Perhaps getting the sack from one’s job? The specifics of this downfall is left to readers. Whatever it is, I like Adele Evershed’s humorous dramatizing of the mundane.
Thank you for commenting on this poem. It certainly has a tongue-in-cheek way of looking at one’s impending doom! That is also what I came away from it thinking. The first sign of the impossible fall — it’s all downhill from here, folks.
curtain call
a poor player
struts upon the stage
Sarah E. Metzler
This one pairs well with that one, I think. Both allude to Macbeth realizing the futility of his situation as a way to comment on modern life. In this case, Metzler condenses Macbeth’s “poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more,” his lament that life is short and meaningless, to a kind of mocking jest at the actor on stage who, after the play has ended, is in fact doing just that — strutting upon the stage, perhaps still performing in some way, taking his accolades maybe a little too seriously in contrast to the message of that despairing soliloquy.
Thank you Lorin- your comment made my day!
There were so many wonderful ku with Shakespeare references. I particularly liked
curtain call
Hamlet and Ophelia
finally holding hands
Marianne Sahlin
Sweden
As it made me smile.
I was thinking that all us Shakespeare lovers should collaborate on a collection and call it Shakuspeare!
Thank you so much for commenting on my haiku, Adele! I loved your Birnam Wood poem – subtle dark humour at its best. And yes, there is obviously material for a Shakuspeare collection!
Some of those which did refer to Shakespeare slipped through my net due to my ignorance of the work of deceased playwrights! I think I’ve spotted them all now, however.
Thanks Alex for this entertaining selection. I enjoyed looking out for those set during a theatrical curtain call, although I think these were my favourites:
his last curtain call
…makeup free
Margaret Mahony – because I like clowns (my interpretation)
alone
in the mirror
I practice his smile
Evan Spivack – could be about acting, or something much darker
The Spivack poem makes me think of The Talented Mr. Ripley, so I also immediately went to “something much darker”! Thanks for the comment.
Wow! What a collection of wonderful poems from poets and friends I admire so much. I’m delighted to be among you. Thank you, Alex, for this prompt. It was so inspiring.
It seemed impossible to find a favorite but then this one lit up the sky:
display of fireworks
without encore
scattered stars
Teiichi Suzuki
Japan
Thank you Alex for including my haiku. I thoroughly enjoed reading each and everyone. Congratulations to all poets.
Thanks, Alex. A fine haul!
Of the comparatively few haiku, I liked:
taking a bow
the backlit tassels
of last summer’s weeds
—Cynthia Anderson
A clear picture with movement, allusion (bow, and tassels) and interesting seasonality
encore crocus after the snowmelt
—Sangita Kalarickal
All in that word ‘encore.’
squirrel-proof feeders
the bushy tailed acrobat
comes back for more
—Vivien Eliades
This can’t be a purely British problem! We had a whole summer of Man versus Squirrel (Cyril) over the bird feeders a few years ago. His heir this summer beats his chest after raiding the feeder.
in the haiku/senryu crossover:
one more waterfall—
taking the scenic route
back to the airport
—Julie Bloss Kelsey
Most opted for senryu. Amid the flood of death ones, I enjoyed the mix of warm humour, affection and irony in this:
he tucks her cell phone
into her coffin
just in case
—Cindy Putnam Guentherman
Noticing the coffin/case as well…
Several on the theme of characters leaving their stage personas for their real lives, also with haikai humour:
on the stage
after the final act
Juliet’s toddler
—Ravi Kiran
And for me, rising above the rest for their detachment and at the same time, depth of meaning (clipped to my little file of faves), these two:
all the dead
holding hands
curtain call
—John S Green
she
becomes they
curtain call
—Ann Sullivan
There was a lot of overlap in submissions for this prompt. I accepted quite a few variations on certain topics — it was interesting to see how a prompt can sometimes narrow possibilities by directing people’s minds into particular aisles.
curtain call
the Thane of Cawdor
smiles at dave
Herb Tate
curtain call–
Iago and Othello
bowing together
Ruth Holzer
curtain call
Hamlet and Ophelia
finally holding hands
Marianne Sahlin
last bow –
Juliet smiles at her husband
in the front row
Giuliana Ravaglia
There were at least a couple of other submissions that were extremely similar to these ones that didn’t end up making the cut.
Still, I think there were quite a lot of good takes on the overall theme, and your choices are strong ones. Thank you for the commentary.
I enjoyed all these takes, as well as Ravi Kiran’s too.
I enjoyed all of these and Adele’s nod to the Scottish play as well.
Interesting. Thanks, Alex. I think it was an excellent idea for a prompt!
Of the several where named characters reverted to their everyday lives, I singled out Ravi’s for (what I see as) its other layers: the choice of ‘Juliet’s toddler’ is not only humorous and appealing, but a moment ago the doomed lovers have killed themselves, heightening the contrast. The humour turns to irony on contemplation, the toddler a tragic reminder of what might have been. I think in this instance the ‘third axis’ referencing the great play is used to great effect.
In others, reconciliation is an uplifting theme.
Well done all.
Thank you for including my haiku in this great collection, Alex, and for this prompt. I enjoyed all of the poems, but especially those dealing with an actual theatrical experience – I find it fascinating when the line between the play and reality is blurred.
Thank you Alex for including my haiku on the curtain call theme and congratulations to all the poets taking a final bow here! Much appreciation to KJ and Lori for all their tireless efforts on this weekly feature. This haiku particularly struck me. I liked it a lot and an interesting take on the theme:
a false performance
half his life
now he comes out
Ann Rawson
Scotland, UK
I like this one, too, and thinks it pairs well with:
she
becomes they
curtain call
Ann Sullivan
Really interesting poems about gender for these prompts. I think the theatrical theme certainly lends itself to hidden identities and selves in flux.
For what it’s worth, four of my favorites:
poetry reading
a standing ovation
for her cupcakes
Randy Brooks
Taylorsville, Illinois
curtain call
the temptation too great
for the kitten
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona
grade school play
rocks, trees, and birds
the first to bow
Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
last bow—
Juliet smiles at her husband
In the front row
Giuliana Ravaglia
Bologna, Italy
Also, I enjoyed reading the whole lot. Thanks!
My sincere thanks to Alex for selecting my haiku. My thanks also to Kathy, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation for all their behind-the-scene efforts.
What a great collection of haiku! Everyone, take a bow! For a poignant haiku, Valentina Ranaldi -Adams’
one final
curtain call . . .
hospice center
resonates with me, but then we recently lost a good family friend, who happened to be a thespian among his other civic duties.
In the same vein, Christopher Seep ‘s haiku
treatment ends
I receive a
bouquet of time
resonates with me for the same reason. Our friend got more time. Christopher, I wish you a long, long bouquet of time, say 100 years.
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui’s haiku about her rambunctious tuxedo kitten finding the curtains irresistible just made me smile.
curtain call
the temptation too great
for the kitten
So many more I love, but I bow out for now. Congrats to all! Thanks to KJ and Lori for your backstage presence, and thanks, Alex, for including my haiku in this collection. It’s appreciated, truly.
Nancy, my sympathy on your loss. Thank-you for commenting on my haiku.
Thank you Nancy. Yes my little tuxedo kitten’s antics certainly have provided me with a lot of poetic inspiration of late.
I absolutely loved your poem, Jenn. It made me laugh because, well, kittens!