HAIKU DIALOGUE – Intoxication – Sports – long list
Intoxication with Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt
It has been with us since time immemorial, and almost all of us have experienced it firsthand: intoxication. Endorphins produced in the body during exercise give us a feeling of happiness known as a “runner’s high,” and once again we are intoxicated. Intoxicants have been used to awaken our spirituality, make us forget physical hardships, or elevate our imagination to unprecedented heights. And yet intoxication has its dark side. In the coming weeks, we want to explore how legal intoxicants affect us, our brains, and our everyday lives. I invite you to join me on a journey into our everyday lives and our brains to explore intoxication.
Below is Deborah’s selection of poems on the topic of Sports:
Early dawn
insistent pitch of the ball
against silent wallsSudha Devi Nayak
Bhubaneswar India
punishment running
the PE teacher gives up
before we doJenny Shepherd
London, UK
I touch the pool end
count another length –
thoughts of homeAnne Curran
New Zealand
deadlifts–
the song of gravel
all the way homeArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
daily pilgrimage
my 10,000 steps
to heavenKathabela Wilson
USA
uphill trek
both dogs panting
less than meKanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
walk around the block
cardiac recovery
step by stepKathleen Mazurowski
Chicago, IL
after chemo
my first walk around the block
a marathonPeggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
treadmill running miles away
Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
reminiscing
about that girl on a bike
braids flyingJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
feet pumping
last night’s wine fades
from my brainPris Campbell
US
cycling uphill—
my childhood legs
knew howSebastian Revon
Ireland
second best runner
in the class
…still feel the feelingMargaret Mahony
Australia
morning jog —
along lovers’ lane
a nightingale’s songMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
jogging —
only dog collar’s jingle
in step with meNazarena Rampini
Italia
night joggers–
ilangilang scent
drowns the moonFederico C. Peralta
Bulacan, Philippines
overtaking me—
the jogger’s
fabric conditionerTony Williams
Scotland, UK
octagenarian
upright on marathon spikes
evening walkAshoka Weerakkody
Colombo, Sri Lanka
for every pose
that i couldn’t perfect
shavaasanaAnju Kishore
Bengaluru, India
ovation updraft
the Swan Queen’s
encoreLorraine A. Padden
San Diego, California
blue horizon…
I wake up repenting
alongside JonahMircea Moldovan
România
an old dream –
after swimming
ready to flyAna Drobot
Romania
the runner
hook slides past the plate
his hand touches homeJohn S Green
Bellingham, Washington
miles after miles
feel-feel not
my bodyRita R. Melissano
Rock Island, IL USA
tango fever
my red dress takes control
of the nightAnne Fox
USA
drawing the bow
muscles straining—
a missPatricia Haddock
San Francisco, USA
mountain climbing…
breathing in sky
breathing out cloudsAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
restless to climb
every mountain I can see
Mt Difficult summitLouise Hopewell
Australia
mountain peak
we pass the flask
through a cloudLori Kiefer
UK
running 10 laps
tahô vendor
at the finish lineAnthony Rabang
Philippines
the perfect stroke
miles and miles
of mind-floatsJoanna Ashwell
United Kingdom
marathon
I leave behind competitors
I leave behind worriesMirela Brailean
Iasi, Romania
wild staccato
unleashing
of my heartNadejda Kostadinova
Bulgaria
parkrun
nothing in my head
but breathC.X. Turner
U.K.
dreamscape…
being chased
I outrun them allNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
flat out of breath
at the marathon—
too much cheeringMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
at the finish line
blessing my empty bladder
drizzly morningIvan Georgiev
Germany
changing horses mid-race menopause
susan burch
Hagerstown, MD
runner’s block
the poet
and the marathonMike Fainzilber
Tel Aviv, Israel
childrens sport
kicking goals
in the field of lifeCarol Reynolds
Australia
brimful bay . . .
beating the blues
barefootMonica Kakkar
India and United States of America
col fiato corto
fin dove si spalanca il cielo-
farfalla d’ariawith shortness of breath
as far as the sky opens –
air butterflyGiuliana Ravaglia
Bologna (Italia)
practicing kata
over and over
imaginary foes(In martial arts, kata is a rehearsed, continuous pattern of movements. It is performed to practice defensive and offensive techniques, balance, and breathing.)
Debbie Feller
USA
Pacific surf
riding high
on the last waveRuth Holzer
Potomac Falls, VA
my only rush
in sport…
crazy golf hole-in-oneTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
a break in the clouds —
after weeks of depression
gym class helps a bitSean Murphy
MD, USA
the ducks
are giving us the side-eye
outdoor gymMarie Derley
Ath, Belgium
finally …
the Tiger’s Nest
my steps quickenSusan Farner
USA
riding the roaring waves for hours no more competing pressure
Lakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
the challenge
red line to cross
and they’re offLuciana Moretto
Italy
breath in breeze
as the road slips away
i soarMelissa Dennison
UK
rock climbing
finally reaching
cloud ninethomas david
United Kingdom
runner’s high—
the road unwinds
beneath my feetNeena Singh
India
morning run
after awhile the haze lifts
the sky in me bluerStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
fortieth kilometer –
taking a breath
five meters furtherArtur Zieliński
Poland
afternoon angling
the fish wave
as they pass byVera Kochanowsky
Falls Church, Virginia USA
long-distance run —
on the horizon shines
a paradise islandStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
decades old –
the joy and thrill
of biking downhillDan Campbell
Virginia
on the pavement
among discarded books
– an exercise bikeDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
pull-ups —
the giggles strengthen
our heightLakshmi Iyer
India
mountain track
gossamer clouds carry me
to the flagpoleMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
sprinting stallion
her tresses in the wind
a boundless streamSheikha A.
United Arab Emirates
marathon
forgetting our
allergiesRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, US
learning swimming
the sudden gasp
for lifeNisha Raviprasad
India
runner’s high—
my heartbeat outruns
the morning sunSathya Venkatesh
Coimbatore, India
the high—
breasting the tape
after 26.2 milesSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
the pause
between my steps . . .
the Hillary Step(Hillary Step is the steep snow wall below the summit of Mount Everest. It is the final and the toughest push, also called the ‘death zone’.)
Padma Rajeswari
Hyderabad, India
slipping out –
past the
pelotonTim Chamberlain
Tokyo, Japan
finishing line
i tell myself
i’m already thereBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
India
toned muscle
I stare longingly
into the fridgePatricia Hawkhead
UK
padma asana
after decades —
a rain-soaked petuniaRashmi Buragohain
India
watermelon red sun begins to sweat
Kavita Ratna
India
I only
hyperventilate
runner’s lowEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
beads of sweat
I run to hit
the shuttlecockTuyet Van Do
Australia
long bike ride
too steep to climb
the porch stepsRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
off -the -mark
the next goal
already nettedGeetha Ravichandran
India
huffing and puffing —
waiting on the endorphins
to kick inMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
planks … my mind stays in the present
Sumitra Kumar
India
deep woods stroll
lost in the spiral
of the snail’s shellKerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
dawn swim …
all the way home
I float on airAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
one free throw
after another, after another
winter duskBruce Feingold
Berkeley, CA USA
bicycle wheel spokes
all my problems are spinning
faster and fasterUrszula Marciniak
Poland
childhood soccer
in the monsoon field
envying myselfBiswajit Mishra
Canada
mountain trail
the push of the hand
I held walkingNitu Yumnam
UAE
becoming aware
of awareness . . .
qigongValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
every life event
clicking into place
morning tai chiJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
for a little while
my body forgets the earth –
in the pool’s clear blueGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
rowing the boat
in moonlit night
soothes my wearynessSwarna Bopali de Zoysa
Sri Lanka
playing sudoku
one more and one more
bird song at dawnTsanka Shishkova
Sofia, Bulgaria
a breath from
snell’s window closing
free diverStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
boot camp
marching in step
with the sunriseBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
runner’s high
over the hills
helium sunriseOrense Nicod
Paris, France
lotus pose. . .
leaving the earth
beneath meMargaret Anderson
Vancouver, BC
tai chi circle
the whole moon
in one footprintSandip Chauhan
USA
final hurdle —
my legs levitate
with the breezeVaishnavi Ramaswamy
India
tintinnabulum
wind chimes play as I pedal
to nowhereVeronica Hosking
Avondale, AZ
stone steps
to a mountaintop shrine
day moonKeiko Izawa
Japan
savasana
together
in linden scentSanjana Zorinc
Croatia
mile three
beyond
to lift off
beginningAnn Sullivan
Arlington, MA
black line
breath, stroke… breath, stroke…
the rushMorgan Ophir
Sydney, Australia
swimming pool echoes
the strangenesses heard
in amniotic canalsJohn Hawkhead
Bradford on Avon, UK
saving myself
for the straight 兎 a hare
from nowheresimonj
UK
swimming through clouds with Zephyr
Victor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA
yearend
walk river into
full moonJohn Zheng
Mississippi
Join us next week for Deborah’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios
Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt lives in Sinzig, Germany, with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. After her PhD studies in Scandinavian languages and literatures, she works as a freelance author and poet. Her poems have appeared in magazines like Prune Juice, Kingfisher, First Frost, Frogpond, Failed Haiku and Tsuridoro. If she is not outside for a long stroll or to do some birdwatching, she explores Chinese and Japanese novels.
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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Dear Ms. Karl-Brandt, Ms. Munro, Ms. Zajkowski, Lafcadio, and Ms. Parashar,
Greetings for Coral Triangle Day as we celebrate International Mud Month! Congratulations to published poets and good wishes to participating poets!
Thank you for reviewing my submission. I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue! I am grateful for the opportunity to share the following about my long-listed haiku:
All summer season word; kigo 季語: barefoot; hadashi 跣足 (はだし)
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/
Congratulations to all the poets for being selected on the list. Enjoyed them all an am thrilled to be included. Because I have had troubles getting other attempts posted, I will make this short.
Thanks, Deborah Karl-Brandt, for including one of mine in this fine collection of sports “high” poems.
I especially like how many poets use a repeated word or phrase (almost like a mantra) to evoke a sense of timelessness or euphoria.
For example, see the following:
miles after miles
feel-feel not
my body
Rita R. Melissano
Rock Island, IL USA
mountain climbing…
breathing in sky
breathing out clouds
Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
the perfect stroke
miles and miles
of mind-floats
Joanna Ashwell
United Kingdom
marathon
I leave behind competitors
I leave behind worries
Mirela Brailean
Iasi, Romania
one free throw
after another, after another
winter dusk
Bruce Feingold
Berkeley, CA USA
bicycle wheel spokes
all my problems are spinning
faster and faster
Urszula Marciniak
Poland
playing sudoku
one more and one more
bird song at dawn
Tsanka Shishkova
Sofia, Bulgaria
black line
breath, stroke… breath, stroke…
the rush
Morgan Ophir
Sydney, Australia
And one more favorite, given that it’s primarily baseball season, at least here in the United States:
the runner
hook slides past the plate
his hand touches home
John S Green
Bellingham, Washington
Dear Richard,
thank you very much for your insightful comment. While repetition is rare in haiku, it can be used to create highly expressive poems. In this context, repetition is perfectly suited to illustrating the eternally recurring patterns of movement and to conveying the experience of the mind’s flow.
What a great selection, such fun to read. Thank you for including mine.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed this selection.
Many thanks to the Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt for selecting my haiku for publication. Many thanks also to Kathy, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation. Congrats to all the poets who were chosen!
It was a delight to read all this beautiful poems
Such a wonderful collection! I am enjoying them so much – reading and re-reading them! Thanks so much for such an interesting prompt! Very grateful to be among such poets!
I’m glad you’re enjoying this selection so much
Thank you so much Deborah for including me in this select band of haiku poets. Feel privileged. Specially liked
breath in breeze
as the road slips away I soar by Melissa. The I in the lower case brought home to me the insignificance of the self in the larger effort that ennobles and inspires one to soar.
Also the haiku of Thomas David
rock climbing
finally reaching
cloud nine
He has reached the pinnacle of happiness.
Thank you once again for the lovely selection
Thank you so much for sharing your favorites with us. I think the wide variety of topics means there’s something for everyone to find their own favorite poem.
punishment running
the PE teacher gives up
before we do
.
Jenny Shepherd
London, UK
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This one reminds me of the outdoor laps we had to run, in gym class. When we got out-of-sight of the teacher, we stopped running and walked until we were in sight of the teacher again.
Same here! :-)
learning swimming
the sudden gasp
for life
.
Nisha Raviprasad
India
.
This one reminds me of my unsuccessful attempt to learn to swim an eon ago.
Welcome Deborah and many thanks for publishing mine. Congrats to all the poets who were chosen. Encouragement to the poets who were not. Many thanks also to the volunteers at the Haiku Foundation who keep this column going.
Thank you for your kind words!
Hi Deborah, there are so many gems in this collection…An inspiring prompt! Thanks to Kj and the team, always for their dedication to Haiku Dialogue.
I prefer writing prompts that are truly inclusive. It’s a joy to read all the authors around the world.
Wow! These are riveting! Well done all! 🏃♂️ ⛰ 🧘♀️ 🚲 💃
Thank you! I really enjoyed them and all the different perspectives as well.