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HAIKU DIALOGUE – door to door – doorbell

door to door

With a nod to ‘Haiku Windows’, a past feature from when I first began this column, & also an idea suggested a long time ago by poet Laurie Greer, for the next several weeks we will explore some concepts relating to doors. Be inspired by these prompts – I can’t wait to read where they take you – & please note that there is no requirement to include the words of the prompt in the poems… enjoy! kj

next week’s theme: doorman 

At fancy hotels, &, I understand, some apartment buildings, an attendant waits at the entrance to open the door for you…

I look forward to reading your submissions.

The deadline is midnight Pacific Daylight Time, Saturday May 01, 2021.

Please use the Haiku Dialogue submission form below to enter one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme, and then press Submit to send your entry. (The Submit button will not be available until the Name, Email, and Place of Residence fields are filled in.) With your poem, please include any special formatting requirements & your name as you would like it to appear in the column. A few haiku will be selected for commentary each week. Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.

below is the commentary for doorbell:

pandemic blues
I try to recall the sound
of my doorbell

Eva Limbach

Of the many, many pandemic-related poems this week, this poem expresses what many of us may be feeling – to simply recall what life was like before all of this began. An additional level of meaning, & a connection between the two parts of the poem, is created by referring to ‘blues’, which can be a type of music, as well as the sound of the doorbell…

a strange buzz
announces their first guests
new home

Liz Ann Winkler
White Rock, BC, Canada

The poet captures the extraordinary in the ordinary in this poem, by noticing, or remembering, a detail that might have been overlooked – there are many things to get used to when one has moved to a new home – the sound of the doorbell being one of them…

sitcom doorbell –
the Yorkie stops yapping
at the window

Paul Cordeiro
Dartmouth, Massachusetts

Many poems this week were concerned with pets & other animals – in this poem, the repetition of the “Y” sound is pleasing to the ear. As well, the reader may understand that while this dog has stopped yapping at the window, it has, perhaps, started yapping at something else…

soft touch
ordering some more
Girl Scout cookies

Tim Cremin

Here we can find a wonderful double meaning – ‘soft touch’ could refer to the child’s tentative touch on the doorbell or door, or the fact that the speaker is too readily buying more cookies…

& here are the rest of my selections:

the faint buzz
of neighbors’ doorbell
winter moon

Agus Maulana Sunjaya
Tangerang, Banten, Indonesia


blood moon
the dead of night

Alan Peat
Biddulph, United Kingdom


in lieu of a doorbell
she texts

Alex Fyffe
United States


ding dong –
church bell
or mobile phone?

Aljoša Vuković
Šibenik, Croatia


I open our old
love letters

Ana Drobot


at the door
a dead ringer

Ann Smith


doorbell chimes
in the UPS man’s pocket
dog treats

Anna Cates
Wilmington, Ohio


by the doorbell
sign of “please press” fades…
ex-husband’s shadow

Anna Yin
Ontario, Canada


the day
I was no one’s daughter –
silence of the doorbell

Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India


nursing home
the doorbell rings
at somebody else’s door…

Bakhtiyar Amini


UPS driver
at her door
grasses gone to seed

Bob Redmond
Burien, WA


doorbell ringtone
we visit
on face-time

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA


awakening the puppy
in our old dog

Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois USA


laundry doorbell –
stamped on the switchplate:

Carol Judkins
Carlsbad, CA


monk greets pilgrim
with a weary bow

Christopher Seep
United States


her jasmine perfume –
no need
to knock

Cristina Povero


doorbell –
I know that the postman
always rings twice

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă


of the antiques shop…
the silence of dust

Daniela Misso


the door to fairyland
remains closed

Deborah Karl-Brandt
Bonn, Germany


dog barks
the sound of mail

Deborah P Kolodji
Temple City, California


dancing bees –
that leaning wisteria
on the doorbell

Dennys Cambarau
Sardinia, Italy


first date –
after the first bzzzz

Didimay D. Dimacali
Norwalk, CA, USA


doorbell buzz –
she says hello to her

Dorothy Burrows
United Kingdom


porch balloons

Dottie Piet
Tulsa, OK


behind the shrubbery
May basket

Edna Beers


the old pine’s shadow
touches the doorbell

florin c. ciobica


rimbomba il silenzio del campanello

the silence of the doorbell resounds

Giuliana Ravaglia
Bologna Italia


doorbell short-circuits my desert island dream

Helen Buckingham
United Kingdom


saved by the bell –
ending an unwelcome
phone call

Helen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA


the fading fingerprints
on my doorbell

Hifsa Ashraf


no need
for a doorbell
geese by the farm gate

Ingrid Baluchi
North Macedonia


ringing bell…
playing on my doorstep
autumn wind

Ivan Gaćina
Zadar, Croatia


a phone ring
instead of a doorbell

Ivanka Kostantino
Nova Gorica, Slovenija


doorbell rings…
she looks long in the mirror
before answering

Joe Sebastian
Chennai, India


doorbell –
two soldiers in full dress,
hats in hand

John Daleiden
Phoenix, Arizona in the Sonoran Desert


as I don my pants
ding-dong ding-dong

John S Green
Bellingham, WA


single note doorbell
the sound of yet another
dollar being born

John Hawkhead


doorbell –
a spider knitting its web

Julia Guzmán
Córdoba, Argentina


ring once
and wait…
we aren’t deaf you know

Kala Ramesh


for the doorbell
cool brew

Kanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ


condo call box
rings my cell phone
we travel the globe

Kath Abela Wilson
United States


recording on

Kathleen Vasek Trocmet
Texas, USA


a ring
the widow rehearses her answer

Keith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UK


funeral dirge –
uninvited guests
ring the doorbell



a cuckoo’s voice locked
in the sound

Lakshmi Iyer


I text “I’m here”
from the front porch

Lamart Cooper


stained glass door
the kookaburra
mocks me

Laurel Castle
Coffs Harbour NSW Australia


glowing doorbell…
its twinkle as it takes
the wish from my finger

Laurie Greer
Washington, DC


a different note
when my daughter arrives –
door chime

Madhuri Pillai


to a stranger –
I put them in water

Margaret Mahony


the door chime again
another drop of tea
on the floor

Maria Concetta Conti
Catania, Italy


thunder and lightning
shake the house
the postman rings twice

Mariangela Canzi


too tiny to ring…
a hummingbird
at my garden door

Marilyn Ashbaugh


doorbell chimes
a thumb’s up
through panes of glass

Mark Gilbert


releasing the bzzzzz…
past the sunlit door
yellow jacket

martin gottlieb cohen
United States


so easy to ignore
the doorbell

Maya Daneva
The Netherlands


pandemic lockdown
this ache for
the ringing bell

Meera Rehm


growing trees…
my son standing on his toes
to reach the doorbell

Minal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India


for sale –
just the doorbell’s

Mirela Brăilean


midday doorbell
rushing to the bedroom
to change my pajamas

Nadejda Kostadinova


silent doorbell
spring breeze rings

Neena Singh
Chandigarh, India


two visits

Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland


the bell tolls . . . butterfly

P. H. Fischer
Vancouver, Canada


doorbell buzzing
the umpteenth time
work from home

Padma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India


doorbell to doorbell
offering the Kingdom
of Heaven

Patrick Sweeney
Misawa, Japan


the Colonel…
doorbell tune still
whistlin’ Dixie

Paul Geiger
Sebastopol CA


the doorbell –
spring rain

Pippa Phillips
United States


broken doorbell
my roses go
au naturel

Pris Campbell


the postman delivers
a self-addressed letter

Priti Aisola
Hyderabad, India


hearing aid
on the table
…ringing doorbell

Ram Chandran


the second wave
outside my door
ding dong

Ravi Kiran
Hyderabad, India


suited man
next to the bell
no soliciting

Rehn Kovacic
Mesa, AZ


security door bell
lining up time capsules
in a cloud

Robert Kingston
Chelmsford United Kingdom


empty dog crate
a deep silence surrounds
the door chime

Roberta Beary
County Mayo, Ireland


honey bee
at the brass door bell
buzzed in

Ron Scully
Manchester NH


it’s her

Sanela Plisko


my brave dog
fiercely protecting me
from the doorbell on tv

Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY


new doorbell…
the woodpecker still
prefers to knock

Saumya Bansal


parcels carefully
wiped down

Sherry Grant
New Zealand


the shiny nose
of the front door fox mask



one boy says grocery
the other, medicine

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India


the trick or treat
of another day

Stephen A. Peters
Bellingham, Wa. USA


midnight prayer
the doorbell rings
when the dead arrive

Stoianka Boianova


the grass
awaits a shower…
doorbell tinkle

Subir Ningthouja
Imphal, India


broken doorbell
my food delivery comes
and goes

Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD, USA


retirement –
doorbell breaks
afternoon hush

Teiichi Suzuki


at each door
this pandemic

Teji Sethi


new door chimes
my mother unamused
by the exorcist

Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK


Surprise! I’m home!
Whenever that bell rings
I dream

Trilla Pando
Houston, Texas USA


blueberry sky –
skipping to the jingle
of the ice cream truck

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA


the forgotten sound
of doorbell

Vandana Parashar



Victor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA


high blood pressure –
an alarm bell
for my heart

Vincenzo Adamo
Sicily Italy


convinced by their barking
commercial’s doorbell
is ours

Wendy C. Bialek
az, usa


ding dong
a little bit later than
woof woof

Wiesław Karliński
Namysłów, Poland


afternoon breeze…
the tintinnabulation
of wind chimes

Willie Bongcaron
Manila, Philippines


Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.

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This Post Has 20 Comments

  1. Thanks for selecting my haiku, KJ. I am so pleased and honoured!
    I usually enjoy reading your selections.
    Congratulations to all!

  2. Thank you kj for including mine. I particularly enjoyed these two:

    glowing doorbell…
    its twinkle as it takes
    the wish from my finger

    Laurie Greer’s lovely and complex moment expressed

    the second wave
    outside my door
    ding dong

    So much in this from Ravi Kiran

    1. Mark–thank you for your kind words–glad it resonated with you–and a thumbs up to yours!

  3. Thank you, Kathy! I’m so happy to have my haiku been selected. SI enjoyed all your selections and your commentary. It’s a pleasure to read. Congratulations to all the poets!

  4. Thank you, Kathy! I’m always pleased when my haiku is chosen for this column. Such a lovely collection of poems. I enjoyed all your selections and appreciate your commentary. It’s a lovely set of poems this week, too. Congratulations to all the poets! Happy Easter to those who are celebrating soon!

    1. for sale –
      just the doorbell’s

      Mirela Brăilean

      …and how that echo, ringing in our ears as it does of emptiness, can conjure up the past – a house full of life, handing over all its ups and downs to a new owner.
      Happy Easter to you too from the Balkans.

  5. Thanks, as always, for publishing my work, kj and Lori. Congratulations everyone. I’m with you, kj , re the alliteration in Paul Cordeiro’s:

    sitcom doorbell–
    the Yorkie stops yapping
    at the window

    it really brings the moment to life, likewise Willie Bongcaron’s:

    spring breeze…
    the tintinnabulation
    of wind chimes

    the internally alliterative ‘t word’ alongside the other ‘i’ sounds makes for a wonderfully fluid image.

  6. Thank you for selecting my haiku to be included in this collection. As always, an enjoyable read each week and thanks to all the poets who contributed!

  7. When the doorbell rings, many new images will fill my head. A wonderful collection–so glad to be a part!

  8. Congratulations to all the poets! It’s a lovely set of poems this week , full of fascinating images. I am delighted to have a poem included. Many thanks to Kj for another great challenge and commentary and to Lori for all the administration work you do.

    I enjoyed everyone’s poems. Two that I will definitely remember are….

    dancing bees –
    that leaning wisteria
    on the doorbell

    Dennys Cambarau
    Sardinia, Italy

    Wisterias are such beautiful shrubs and the sound of bees humming is pure magic. However, there is a poignancy in the idea that the wisteria has grown to reach the doorbell without it being pruned or fastened back away from the door. It suggests the isolation of the occupant indoors. On a similar theme, I was also drawn to…

    doorbell –
    a spider knitting its web

    Julia Guzmán
    Córdoba, Argentina

    It’s fascinating to watch a spider making a web. This image celebrates nature but again underlines the poignancy of isolation. Memorable!

  9. Thank you for selecting my haiku to be in this week’s dialogue. Always happy to be a part of it. Here are some of my favorite selections.
    doorbell –
    two soldiers in full dress,
    hats in hand

    John Daleiden
    Phoenix, Arizona in the Sonoran Desert
    This is a poignant poem that implies loss and grief without having to state it directly. The all-too-familiar image of soldiers on a doorstep prepared to deliver the news of another soldier’s death is something that most of us, thankfully, only know from television and film. The poem uses this common knowledge to its advantage, saying everything it needs to about the pain of loss with only a brief sketch of those soldiers on the doorstep. Most of the poets here associate the doorbell with visitors, deliveries, salespeople–we tend to think there is something good or perhaps slightly annoying awaiting us. But this poem reminds us that the doorbell can just as easily–and suddenly–invite sorrow.
    the old pine’s shadow
    touches the doorbell

    florin c. ciobica
    There is something lonely and isolating in the image of the twilight shadow of a single tree. The poem seems to suggest that the doorbell is not often touched at this home, that there is some distance from the physical world (only shadows make it all the way to the door), which, of course, resonates with most of us during the pandemic age. At the same time, the tree is there for the speaker, visiting, even if from a distance–reaching out to remind the speaker that nature is still here, still connected to us, however remote that connection sometimes feels.

  10. Thanks Kathy. I enjoyed all your selections and appreciate your commentary. I’ve lived with our a working doorbell for nearly 20 years and now I have one I can answer on my phone! Must be another ku there.

  11. Such lovely collection of poems. I connected a lot with this one:

    doorbell rings…
    she looks long in the mirror
    before answering

    Joe Sebastian
    Chennai, India

    Thanks Kathy for including mine in this collection

  12. Thank you Kathy for including my haiku. Such an enjoyable time in the week to read the published poems.

  13. high blood pressure –
    an alarm bell
    for my heart
    Vincenzo Adamo
    Sicily Italy
    This haiku gently deals with a very serious topic.

  14. Thank you Kathy for including my haiku here! I look forward to Wednesdays so much and getting to read the week’s selections. I am partial to the dog haiku here, dogs and doorbells, and also pandemic haiku – very poignant. There are so many awesome poems this week.

  15. Kathy, I am always pleased when my haiku is chosen for this column. Thanks to you and to all the others at the Haiku Foundation for their ongoing efforts. Congrats to all the poets.

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