HAIKU DIALOGUE – Allusion – Communing with the Contemporary – long list
Allusion with Guest Editor Allyson Whipple
Though the writing of haiku is often a solitary act, each individual effort is part of a centuries-old tradition that is bound up in a larger collective impulse. Allusion allows us to be in dialogue with both the past and present, focused within the world of literature or expanding out to broader cultural memory. Using allusion also reminds us that nobody creates in a vacuum; our poetic selves are comprised of all we have written, studied, and experienced. Over the next several weeks, we will focus on writing allusive haiku that foster our sense of a global haiku collective.
Below is Allyson’s selection of poems on the topic of Communing with the Contemporary:
a little cuckoo
but stepmother raised us
as her own
M.R. Defibaugh
A little cuckoo
still willing to nest
on a further branchEclo
Newcastle-Upon-Tynehow free and familiar
with my cuckoo child,
my co-kidsGuido De Pelsmaeker
Holsbeek, Belgium
a star-filled sky
the pinholes
in my casket
M.R. Defibaugh
a smattering of stars
through the threadbare quilt
refugee skyMona Bedi
Delhi, Indiaaurora borealis
the needle pricks
in my shroudSandip Chauhan
Virginia, USAheavy door
closing fast i slip through
into this small skyKathabela Wilson
USA
after the party
he guides her towards
another planet
M.R. Defibaugh
after the party
foil balloons floating
above dad’s headJackie Chou
Pico Rivera, CA, USAa galaxy between his sheets patchouli
Sharon Ferrante
Florida, USAthe milky way
moving with her in
the same directionStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA, USA
already
out of the picture
wedding frame
M.R. Defibaugh
wedding album
who we once wereMargaret Mahoney
Australiawedding ring resale
a deep cut
for the impuritiesSrinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, IndiaMoonset in Pahalgam—
Home alone
With her wedding snap.Lakshmi R Srinivas
Hyderabad, India
another nightmare
passes through her wall
of dreamcatchers
M.R. Defibaugh
ICU patient
hallucinations seep
into his roomRichard Straw
Cary, NC, USA
arthritis
the twisted limbs
of a bonsai pine
M.R. Defibaugh
dementia
mist rolls in
from the seaSusan Farner
USAkindling wood
an assorted collection
of snap crackle popsMichael Henry Lee
Saint Augustine, FL, USAsubluxation
a willow breaks
at the bendJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tuscon, AZ, USA
autumn deepens another day without you
M.R. Defibaugh
shadows fold within shadows
the gravesite’s purple rosemartin gottlieb cohen
Egg Harbor, NJ, USAautumn everywhere I look your absence
Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
autumn moon as if it were the last one in this life
M.R. Defibaugh
ginkgo tree the quiet grace of her leaving
Daya Bhat
India
campfire
in a celestial performance
Orpheus’ lyre sounds
M.R. Defibaugh
midnight serenade
air kiss from the balcony
on the ninth floorTsanka Shishkova
Bulgaria
fireworks
they turn my bed
for a better view
M.R. Defibaugh
nursing home
her gaze follows
the flight of birdsRefika Dedić
Bosnia and Herzegovinamore airstrikes
the night nurse lowers
the volumeArchie G. Carlos
Minnesota, USAslow move of crowds
under dad’s hospice window
fireworks endMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
first Christmas
my wife and I make an angel
in the snow
M.R. Defibaugh
snow
where the fallen
become angelsMarilyn Ashbaugh
Edwardsburg, MI, USA
first road trip
I’ll go anywhere
she takes me
M.R. Defibaugh
first road trip
he takes me to the moon
and backMarion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Irelandone for the road
she leaves with a kiss
on her cheekBiswajit Mishra
Canadadense fog
I take the road
my horse chooseChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
frayed brush the moon left scratching its head
M.R. Defibaugh
ancient keep
the moon guards the star
in its crescent armsDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
gone on vacation
she writes daddy
in the sand
M.R. Defibaugh
daughter’s weekend
she draws my ex and I
holding handsJohn S Green
Bellingham, WA, USAswept-away castle
a stooped dad
consoled by kidsRichard L. Matta
San Diego, CA, USAdaily prayer
I chant daddy’s
handwritten stotras(Stotras are hymns in Sanskrit)
Raji Vijayaraghavan
Bangalore, India
grilling kabobs
a dog pokes his nose
through our fence
M.R. Defibaugh
snags on the barbie
a dingo snuffles
through leftoversTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UKbarbeque evening
my dog and I
return sniffingArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, Indiafrying fish…
the cat keeps pawing
at the kitchen doorMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
gutted pumpkin
the gap in its smile
matching my own
M.R. Defibaugh
unsold pumpkins
deer come to the field at dusk
to gnaw them facesCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USAside-eye
twinning by the curbside
lopsided pumpkinMonica Kakkar
Indiaafter the rut
forage and rest
the moose and IBonnie J Scherer
Alaska, USA
I fall in love
every time she sings a little
out of tune
M.R. Defibaugh
she loves me
then she loves me not
contractionsStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CAperfect pitch
out of tune
opposites attractJennifer Gurney
Colorado, USAundoubted love
еach time I sing off-key
my dog wags his tailNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
midsummer night
the wind chimes in
with an answer
M.R. Defibaugh
sharing wishes
with the wind~
dandelion fieldC. Jean Downer
White Rock, BC, Canadamidsummer night
the moon fills in
what’s missingLori Kiefer
United Kingdompansies nodding
as if they understand
so many questionsMary Beth Defer
Rocklin, CA, USA
monthly checkup
grandma can’t hear
the ocean anymore
M.R. Defibaugh
putting his ear
to her ear
an emptied shellLaurie Greer
Washington, D.C.clouding of the lens . . .
mother can’t see
the garden anymoreCorine Timmer
Faro, Portugal
paperwhite narcissus
in front of the mirror
feeling ugly again
M.R. Defibaugh
thorny succulent avoiding every mirror in the house
Shloka Shankar
Indiahating my reflection
in the bedroom mirror
dried out daffodilsJenny Shepherd
London, United Kingdompaperwhite
the hall of mirrors
fixes my smilesimonj
United Kingdomtelling me a story
I don’t want to hear
bathroom mirrorRavi Kiran
Hyderabad, India
potluck
my plate full
of cherry petals
M.R. Defibaugh
standing ovation
for cherry blossoms
silenceRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
rising tide is it possible to love them both
M.R. Defibaugh
new spring another child blooms more love
Sébastien Revon
Irelandrising hope I know how love works
Bittor Duce Zubillaga
Basque Country
roaring and roaring
the baby’s plastic
dinosaur
M.R. Defibaugh
forever young
a doll with no hair
smiling back at meJulie Ann Espinoza
Los Angeles, CAkiddie pool
his plastic tugboat
lost at seaBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USAGraduation Day—
toy duck in the audience
making a speechCaroline Ridley-Duff
United Kingdom
she can’t wait
until we’re married
summer meadow
M.R. Defibaugh
after the wedding party
a deep relief
summer meadowBoryana Boteva
Bulgariawinter wedding
she wishes
we waitedHerb Tate
Jersey, UKhe’s forgotten
our anniversary
ice on the pondAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
she’s living in her pajamas summer clouds
M.R. Defibaugh
all day long in pajamas blue stars
Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA, USAhanging her cape on the crescent moon batgirl pajamas
Michelle Hoover
Castle Rock, COher voice unwoken sun glinting in the sink
C.X. Turner
United Kingdom
showing off
his cicada shell
. . . first crush
M.R. Defibaugh
an opalescent conch
in his hand
. . . her first blushLakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
slum life the stars remain stagnant
M.R. Defibaugh
hunter’s moon
waste pickers tell each other
the same treasure storiesIvan Georgiev
Germanyslum life
full moon, the only light
at the cul-de-sacAnthony Q. Rabang
Philippines
some leaves
have to fall before
they can touch
M.R. Defibaugh
up the creek
only our shadows
touchSarah Paris
Santa Rosa, CA, USAfalling away
from you
I find myselfDebbie Sterling
Oregon, USAshaking petals
a breeze gentle enough
to share my painFatma Zohra Habis
Algeria
spring cleaning
my youngest nephew
tries on a rug
M.R. Defibaugh
sorting Mom’s clothes
keep or donate
her fox boaMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebecmaking the bed
my youngest son
hides in the duvet’s foldsCristina Povero
Italyspring cleaning
my daughter haunts
every sheetW. G. Randles
Durban, South Africa
stargazing
grandpa knows their names
but not mine
M.R. Defibaugh
winter fog
my aunt repeats and repeats
stories from her pastNancy Brady
Huron, OH, USA
text messages
it’s a shame you can’t fold them
into an airplane
M.R. Defibaugh
folding junkmail
into digital cranes
scam seasonC.R. Harper
USAhalf-sent
the way my fingers
hesitateNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
the American Dream
a soldier paints her toes
ultramarine
M.R. Defibaugh
nail polish remover
trans women disappear
from the ranksAdele Evershed
Wilton, CT, USAthe soldier poses in a dead dress collateral damage
Mark Gilbert
United Kingdom
the art of pilgrimage
my excuse for getting away
from the wife
M.R. Defibaugh
crackling
headphones wires frayed
by frequent naggingPaul Callus
Maltarandom encounters –
the way of pilgrims
to holy placesMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
the kimono
wrapped loosely around
my memories of her
M.R. Defibaugh
his hat gathers dust
on my top shelf –
race dayAnne Curran
New Zealandlong gone
her perfume lingers
on her old kimonoJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
the Milky Way making new wishes on old stars
M.R. Defibaugh
Milky Way
the littlest star
nobody’s wished onKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UKthe Milky Way
wish
i had a wishVijay Prasad
Patna, Indiaunfallen
ancient stars hoard
all my wishesElizabeth Shack
Illinois, USA
under foreclosure
a robin nesting inside
the red umbrella
M.R. Defibaugh
moving house
only a dead cockroach
remainswanda amos
Australiatumble-down house
the porch couch a crazy quilt
of feral catsAnne Fox
Broomes Island, MD, USA
watermarks
that sinking feeling
whenever it rains
M.R. Defibaugh
watermarks on piano
feeling off key
whenever it rainsLeena Anandh
Indialeaden clouds…
a weather-ache
deep in my bonesTony Williams
Scotland, UK
when the light was gone
I could not escape
her pull
M.R. Defibaugh
honeymoon boat
looking through glass bottom
her thoughts touching himGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
young love an icicle melts in mittened hands
M.R. Defibaugh
beneath bare branches
a love etched into the bark
full of melting snowGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
Join us next week for Allyson’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios:
Guest Editor Allyson Whipple is the author of the haiku chapbook Postcards from Texas (Cuttlefish Books), as well as two free-verse chapbooks. She is the founding editor of Haiku Girl Summer and currently serves as the managing editor of Frogpond, and is at work on her reference work The Culinary Saijiki.
Assistant Editor Lafcadio, a former teacher, now works from home writing, editing and proofreading study guides for nursing textbooks. She lives in Tennessee. She has written poetry for a long time but a couple of years ago fell in love with Japanese micropoetry and hasn’t looked back. Lafcadio has been published in a number of journals and anthologies. She writes under the nom de plume of Lafcadio because nom de plume is so fun to say. You can read her poems on Twitter (X) @lafcadiopoetry or BlueSky @lafcadiobsky.
Assistant Editor Vandana Parashar is an associate editor of haikuKATHA and one of the editors of Poetry Pea and #FemkuMag. Her debut e-chapbook, I Am, was published by Title IX Press (now Moth Orchid Press) in 2019 and her second chapbook Alone, I Am Not, was published by Velvet Dusk Publishing in April 2022.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. She lives in New York City and enjoys reading and writing haiku.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She served as Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada for ten years, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Comments (17)
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Dear Ms. Whipple, Ms. Munro, Ms. Zajkowski, Lafcadio, and Ms. Parashar,
Greetings for World Bee Day in International Heritage Breeds Week as we celebrate National Miniature Garden Month! Congratulations to participating poets!
Thank you for reviewing my submission. I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue!
My haiku includes an all autumn season word, kigo 季語: pumpkin, kabocha 南瓜 (かぼちゃ).
The World Kigo Database by Dr. Gabi Greve, Daruma Museum, Japan, is my primary almanac (saijiki) for kigo and for translation of kigo into English.
Thank you for your consideration. Best wishes.
Sincerely,
Monica Kakkar (she/her/hers)
https://www.linkedin.com/in/monicakakkar/
These are nice haiku, but they are run of the mill. None, with the exception of five, gave me any real feelings or the wow factor. Just everyday life.
Thank you for including mine. It was interesting to see Adele’s superb allusion to the same seed poem. Three different takes. I also enjoyed Lori Keifer’s
midsummer night
the moon fills in
what’s missing
– a kind of response to the seed poem.
I think that when we allude to a famous or historical work we allude to the whole poem and its context, current and historical. This means that the allusion can still be recognisable even if there are no references to specific elements. This week’s exercise has been interesting because that historical element is not there.
To me, many of these haiku (including mine) don’t look like allusions, more like haiku inspired, in some way, by the chosen seed poem. Nothing wrong with that, of course. To me, anything that triggers the writing of a good haiku is (well, usually) fine.
I felt that using contemporary poems produced a different set of responses than historical ones, for sure. I do think it’s good practice to write allusions to contemporary poems, because allusion is does not have to be confined to the past. I’m also interested to see what you’ll think about next week’s selection, where I was able to write commentary and directly point out what I believed to be the specifics of the allusive technique. The long list can be more challenging because while you might agree that they’re quality poems, my rationale for what makes them allusion isn’t explicit!
I certainly agree with you about the quality, and I’ll be interested in next week’s selection.
Allyson, thank you so much for using my book in this way. I’m thrilled to see how others responded to and interpreted my writing. It’s an honor! I see so many familiar names and so many incredible poems. I can’t imagine what poems we’ll be seeing next week. Thanks everyone!
I’m thrilled that you’re enjoying this series. People created some incredible work.
Congratulations to all the poets, who see beyond Defibaugh’s haiku and write such stunning allusion haiku that echo and yet are wholly theirs. I am impressed. Like Eavonka, I can’t wait to see what Allyson chooses for commentary.
Thanks for selecting one of mine, Allyson. Remembering my aunt’s slow demise from dementia is still a sadness for me, yet she enjoyed sharing stories of her younger days.
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From personal struggles to global problems and everything in between, people bravely addressed some powerful themes in these brief poems. I’m so impressed with this work.
A great prompt and many poignant responses. Two in particular that knocked my socks off:
snow
where the fallen
become angels
Marilyn Ashbaugh
nail polish remover
trans women disappear
from the ranks
Adele Evershed
Thank you Allyson for including my haiku, really enjoying the poems of M.R. Defibaugh. Congratulations to all poets.
I’m so grateful to M.R. for letting me use his book for this project! It yielded a fantastic selection of responses.
Wow, Allyson, your prompts continue to bring out such a vast array of craft, allusion, and images. I’m so honored to be amongst those selected as many of my favorite poets share the page with me today.
It’s hard to imagine the excellence that awaits us next week.
One of the most difficult parts was that when people submitted two poems, I had a lot of trouble deciding between the two! Editors can only select one haiku from each poet for each prompt cycle. While I agree with that approach, it really makes for some tough decisions!
Thank you, Allyson, for including me in this fun collection!
My highlights:
slum life
full moon, the only light
at the cul-de-sac
Anthony Q. Rabang
Philippines
watermarks on piano
feeling off key
whenever it rains
Leena Anandh
India
kindling wood
an assorted collection
of snap crackle pops
Michael Henry Lee
Saint Augustine, FL, USA
spring cleaning
my daughter haunts
every sheet
W. G. Randles
Durban, South Africa
nail polish remover
trans women disappear
from the ranks
Adele Evershed
Wilton, CT, USA
the soldier poses in a dead dress collateral damage
Mark Gilbert
United Kingdom
Congrats everyone!
Thank you for including mine in your selections – it’s interesting seeing them in a different context. I appreciated your monoku too.
in a wave’s curve
this heat of the sand