HAIKU DIALOGUE – Looking Out – into our world – long list
Looking Out with Guest Editor Marietta McGregor
The phrase ‛looking out’ can mean to be on the watch in case something unexpected should happen. We shout, “Look out!” if we see danger approaching. We build physical lookouts. They may take the form of tall steel and wooden towers used as vantage points to search for forest fires, a crow’s nest high on a ship’s mast, periscopes on a submarine, or wooden clifftop decks on headlands overlooking scenic coastal vistas for travelers’ photo stops. Human lookouts are people whose job it is to warn against hazards on land and at sea. ‛Looking out’ can also mean observing our surroundings. As well as our own finely tuned senses, we use a variety of instruments to help us see more of the world. Microscopes and electron microscopes allow us to scrutinise very small things. Medicine makes use of X-rays, ultraviolet light and radio waves for scanning the body. Binoculars and telescopes help us look out beyond the planet. From our earliest existence, we look outwards to the world for a holistic view, through our parents and other family members, teachers, books, radio, TV and the internet. Space beckons us. And, of course, we look out for each other, to help in times of need or stress.
Below is Marietta’s selection of poems on the topic of Looking Out – into our world:
prime time news
an immigrant
picks up new wordsJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
serial drama
grandma demands
a spicy soupR. Suresh Babu
India
the blue flicker
of suburban lives
street viewPeggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
flickering
from an upstairs window
a tee vee free fallssimonj
UK
boundary line
just pixels between us
and Surya’s leapNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
John and Yoko
give peace a chance
some rust some bullet holesStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
suburbia
the smallest yards
the biggest screensMike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel
Bionic man—
we run round the lounge
in slow-motionCaroline Ridley-Duff
United Kingdom
blue light dusk
blinking into the glare
of flat screen displaysJohn Hawkhead
UK
first bikini
I mimic the women
on BaywatchJackie Chou
United States
first tv movie
the wicked witch of the west
assails my safe spaceMike Stinson
Nebraska, USA
classical music
to underscore
a missile strikeJerome Berglund
United States
the falling man flames chase him
Pris Campbell
US
messed up
watching adverts
fade-outLuciana Moretto
Treviso Italy
my deaf father
almost hugging the television
his new engagement with the worldAnn Rawson
Scotland, UK
commercials on TV
I quickly check
my inboxDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
black and white movies —
All those lessons
we still haven’t learnedMichael Pappafava
Belgium
Ricky Nelson
my pre-teen crush
gone too soonDianne Moritz
United States
childhood memories
on the roof dad’s assortment
of home-made aerialsPaul Callus
Malta
3D television
my kid reaches out
for a butterflyChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
five years old
I wonder how those people
got in that small boxCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
it was November
it was Walter Cronkite . . .
death in DallasMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
want
to see the world
press a buttonMargaret Mahony
Australia
an image
that never fades
assassin moonmarilyn ashbaugh
usa
9/11
our wedding guests
lost their wingsKathabela Wilson
USA
a grieving father
the anchor’s voice
finally breaksM. R. Defibaugh
United States
breaking the peace breaking news
Vandana Parashar
India
mystic blue whales
on the smart TV . . .
my bucket list growsPadma Priya
India
scenic route
spending her life
watching others’Charles Harper
Yokohama, Japan
first colorcast . . .
frightened by the pro wrestler’s
bloodKeiko Izawa
Japan
recall a nation
united every Monday
in loving LucyJames Penha
Bali, Indonesia
mysterious trip
into my brain
CT scan screenTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
TV-free childhood
just a weekly English film
at the local shopJenny Shepherd
London, UK
after the news
he turns the thing off
talks to his catBarry Smith
Hamilton, New Zealand
free repair—
loose cathode ray tube
gets a smackStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
one channel tv
the family gathers
for dessertDebbie Sterling
Oregon, USA
royal wedding
back when we thought
they were in loveTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
nursing home
behind closed doors
canned laughterJohn Pappas
United States
she said he said
split screen
double-talkCaroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
and Oscar goes to . . .
walking in mom’s shoes
with high heelsJovana Dragojlovic
Serbia
leftovers from
TV dinner—news
hard to swallowIvan Georgiev
Germany
waiting room
the news channel
on muteRavi Kiran
India
oddle-poddle—
flower pot men are on
more than a little weedAnn Smith
Wales UK
duck blind
the plopping
of sunning turtlesLorraine Pester
Rio Grande Valley, Texas
the mother
we didn’t know enough . . .
her favourites on tvDaya Bhat
India
the missing remote
in the folds somewhere
we are lostRon Scully
Burien WA
election 2000
watching reruns
for monthsRuth Happel
United States
somedays I’m Wile E.
other days I am the . . .
meep, meepLafcadio Orlovsky
USA
no more tv . . .
suddenly crows
and butterfliesSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
first antenna
a new world
in our farmhouseSusan Farner
USA
too many choices
pressing the OFF button
I choose a bookwanda amos
Australia
zoomed google map
a swimming pool covers
grandpa’s farm pondAl Gallia
Louisiana USA
getting closed captioning —
Friends
open up to meKelly Sargent
Vermont, USA
Live moments
caught and bowled
on home turfSudha Devi Nayak
Bhubaneswar India
cliffhanger
we’re forced to wait
another weekRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
summer at its best—
new color TV flashes
Flo-Jo’s fingernailsMonica Kakkar
India
without TV the world instead
Sébastien Revon
Ireland
screenless times
the tranquility of just
bikingHla Yin Mon
Yangon, Myanmar
the tennis player
hits a slow ball to the net—
server downSreenath G
India
lauding
the courage of
paralympiansIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
dust cloud
over manhattan
it must be a movieMelissa Dennison
UK
eyes wide open
eyes wide shut
eyes wide open
reality ERNick T
Frome, Somerset, England
i looked forward
to living like the jetsons
not the twilight zoneCurt Linderman
Seattle
trade test transmission . . .
how we know
we’re oldAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
family dinners . . .
anchored
by the nightly newsLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
she learned English
watching Sesame Street—
my beloved esposaDan Campbell
Virginia
observing . . .
life playing out
in miniatureKatherine E Winnick
Brighton UK
Color TV
I still remember
skater dressesMihovila Čeperić-Biljan
Rijeka, Croatia
john-john salutes
his father’s funeral cortège
river of heavenJ Daleiden
Phoenix, Arizona USA
television
the entire world
stuffed into a boxMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
storm gathers
the pitches of voices
on the tv screenMaya Daneva
Netherlands
terrible date—
returning to my roommates
and Mary Tyler MooreColette Kern
Southold, NY
the cat asleep
next to the new TV
morning sunJohn S Green
Bellingham, Washington
Grizzly Adams
my brother cries
for a dead crowKanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
my dying dad . . .
his friends crowd around
the new TVSue Courtney
Orewa, New Zealand
daily M*A*S*H reruns—
the laugh track
of my childhoodJulie Bloss Kelsey
Germantown, Maryland USA
the scent
of wild thyme . . .
war reporteril profumo
del timo selvatico . . .
reporter di guerraAngiola Inglese
Italia
best seats
in the house
Eurovision partyC.X. Turner
UK
Challenger explosion
on the television
a bright blue skyBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois USA
heartland rows of corn
standing straight and tall
“That’s my dad!”Bruce Feingold
Berkeley, CA USA
black and white tv
a world
less complicatedKendall Lott
Bloomington, Indiana, USA
star glow
this side of the spacecraft
mosquitoes whineArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
hospital window
the northern lights
on TVArchie G. Carlos
Minnesota
loneliness . . .
a digital eye’s
constant gazeVijay Prasad
Patna, India
world news
learning other kids lived
under the rubbleLorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
London Big Ben
calling from the screen—
first trip abroadMariangela Canzi
Italy
outdoor cinema—
for a moment the flash
of a shooting starDan C. Iulian
Romania
round the world trip—
I get to know life
through televisionStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
mosquito buzz
the newsfeed
short of updatesSrinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India
on every window
a flickering TV—
twilight walkMadhuri Pillai
Australia
Marilyn Monroe
I master the art of wearing
a red lipstickMona Bedi
Delhi, India
the rants
of a televangelist
Sunday aloneRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
evening stroll
in every window
the same shade of blueHelen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA
my first window
black and white
in a cornerSatyanarayana Chittaluri
Hyderabad, India
magic box
old growth redwoods
loom in my living roomMadhavi Karri
Vizag, Andhra Pradesh, India
heavy cloud
watching the night stars
on TVLori Kiefer
United Kingdom
daily news
our living room wall
explodes againAnju Kishore
India
flickering images
the spray of agent orange
before the cancersDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
Elvis’s pelvis
gyrating
Sunday night tv sinAnn Sullivan
United States
waiting room—
eyes glued to cell phones
and not the TVValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio
missing child
the news turns
the day greyNitu Yumnam
India
that first thrill
of ’60s rock and roll
teenage sea changeAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
Mars colony
tonight’s ultra high-def show
the night skyLee Hudspeth
California, USA
wide open widow
viewing everyday life
through a microscopeKathleen Mazurowski
Chicago, IL(note – we think “widow” might have supposed to have been “window” but thought this was also interesting… kj)
Cartoon Network—
the first time my dreams
came trueAna Drobot
Romania
the box banned
just our laughter and words
at the kitchen tableCristina Povero
Italy
remembering
the place we used to live
Sesame StreetBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
bewitched
wish
I could wriggle my nosemadeleine kavanagh
United States
Join us next week for Marietta’s commentary on additional poems…
Guest editor Marietta McGregor is a retired Tasmanian botanist and journalist who has made her home between Canberra and the scenic south coast of New South Wales for over four decades. A lover of the natural world since childhood, she went on to study natural sciences, and has worked as palynologist, garden designer, science journalist, editor, university tutor, education manager, and grants developer for the national wildlife collection. Her haiku, haibun and haiga have been widely published, have won awards and appear in anthologies.
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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Thank you to all poets and their haikus that capturethe stunning and fast reality and answer the question of moment so joy and rare with such eloquence again and again you bring so much joy and attentive peace I thank you
Thank you, Debbie Scheving, for your comments.
It’s a family image that stays with me.
Your haiku is haunting. People still suffering
from war crimes through each age.
Ann Rawson
Five years old
I wonder how those people
got in that small box
Mr. Cindy ..
45 years back i was in same frustrated mindset. In my childhood always i use to check the antennae.
Thank you Mr. Cindy you are taken me to my birth place and into that golden days with your delightful haiku. Congratulations to all haiku poets and special greetings to Hyderabad, India Haiku poets
my deaf father
almost hugging the television
his new engagement with the world
Ann Rawson
Scotland UK
Loved the sentiment in this verse, and how the long sentences stretched out like a big hug.
breaking the peace breaking news
Vandana Parashar
India
And the opposite effect here, so much said in one line.
Dear Ms. McGregor, Ms. Munro, and Ms. Zajkowski,
Greetings for Autumn Equinox! Congratulations to all participating poets!
Thank you for reviewing my submission. I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue’s selection of poems. This haiku includes a late summer season word, kigo: summer at its best, natsu takenawa 夏闌 (なつたけなわ).
The World Kigo Database by Dr. Gabi Greve, Daruma Museum, Japan, is my primary almanac (saijiki) for kigo, seasonless topics (muki), and for translation of kigo and muki 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 authors!
This haiku caught my attention.
the mother
we didn’t know enough . . .
her favourites on tv
Daya Bhat
India
Glad my poem resonated with you, Urszula! Thanks for the mention :) :)
Thanks to Marietta Mc Gregor for mentioning my haiku.
Congratulations to all the authors of this interesting selection.
Thank you very much for this interesting and thought-provoking collection! Loved many of them – especially this:
waiting room
the news channel
on mute
Ravi Kiran
India
The waiting….. for the medical update…muted…
Particularly enjoyed:
the blue flicker
of suburban lives
street view
—Peggy Hale Bilbro
suburbia
the smallest yards
the biggest screens
—Mike Fainzilber
above all the calm and beguiling:
the cat asleep
next to the new TV
morning sun
—John S Green
Hi Maritta, I am delighted that my haiku is included in this stellar list. Thank you Katherine and Lori.
So fun! Two of my favorites::
Cartoon Network—
the first time my dreams
came true
—Ana Drobot
Romania
bewitched
wish
I could wriggle my nose
— madeleine kavanagh
United States
Thanks, Pamela! Your comment means a lot! :)
Fantastic, inspiring, moving, stimulating and fun Long List. Thanks to kjmunro & Marietta for their efforts!
It’s so rare to see Haiku poets embrace popular culture – well done to this week’s editor. I especially appreciated John Pappas’
nursing home
behind closed doors
canned laughter
Mark, much agreed!
John recently busted out a fascinating take on Metamodernism & Haiku as part of the recent International Rengay Gathering. Hopefully it will be posted online soon.
Thank you Marietta for including my haiku, a great trip down memory lane. Congratulations to all poets!
Challenger explosion
on the television
a bright blue sky
.
Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois USA
.
One of the astronauts that perished in the Challenger disaster was Judith Resnik. She was from my hometown of Akron, Ohio. I was privileged to hear her give a talk once at the Akron Civic Theater. I will always remember her.
Spectacular selections, particularly fruitful and captivating theme! One of the best showcases of English Language Haiku applications of vertical axis I’ve had privilege of admiring! Huge thanks to phenomenal editor and team, congratulations talented poets!
Jerome! I love that poem. (Kubrick, maybe? My inner film queen needs to know!)
It was nice seeing your work. I miss your sensibility.
Bionic man—
we run round the lounge
in slow-motion
.
Caroline Ridley-Duff
United Kingdom
.
recall a nation
united every Monday
in loving Lucy
.
James Penha
Bali, Indonesia
.
i looked forward
to living like the jetsons
not the twilight zone
.
Curt Linderman
Seattle
.
daily M*A*S*H reruns—
the laugh track
of my childhood
.
Julie Bloss Kelsey
Germantown, Maryland USA
.
bewitched
wish
I could wriggle my nose
.
madeleine kavanagh
United States
.
“The Six Million Dollar Man”, “I Love Lucy”, “The Jetsons”, “M*A*S.*H”, and “Bewitched” are all programs I watched in my youth. However I was not allowed to watch “The Twilight Zone” since it gave me nightmares. Thanks for the memories everyone.
Hi Valentina, I am touched that you appreciated my haiku…Your poem also stood out to me. (I used to look forward to watching quite a few of the t.v. shows, each week!) 🙂
Thanks for the mention, Valentina! This was certainly a nostalgic collection. And, yes, The Twilight Zone still scares us “kids” in my family even after all of these years. Two words: Talking Tina
Marietta, thank-you very much for selecting my haiku, for publication. Many thanks to Lori, Kathy, and the Haiku Foundation. Congrats to all the selected poets !
Enjoyed so many of these, bringing back memories of the magic of TV. Back in time there were just a few channels, the children’s programmes seemed so innocent, humour coming over now so changed and dated, and we weren’t subjected to such awful news,. This family’s viewing was strictly controlled, our school homework always coming first, of course.
Thank you for including mine, Marietta. I’m looking forward to your next week’s choice. Meanwhile, the following two caught my attention:
television
the entire world
stuffed into a box
Margie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
Greater knowledge of our surroundings and world events should make for positive changes, one would hope.
nursing home
behind closed doors
canned laughter
John Pappas
United States
Sad. Without the funding, the staff and commitment, a captured audience has to make do with passive entertainment.
These poems were like a brief history lesson. I liked every one ! And thanks for including mine.
I did enjoy reading this stunning and inspiring selection of poems.
Thanks ever so much to Marietta McGregor for including mine.
I particularly like
wide open widow (or window)
viewing everyday life
through a microscopie
K. Mazurovski
It’s very gripping and thought provoking.
Congratulations to all featured poets!
Congratulations to all the poets. Thanks for bringing back memories of TV past and present. I know I am old because I remember Adele’s test patterns, black and white television giving away slowly to color, and so much more.
Roberts Beach Jacobson’s cliffhanger haiku reminded me of a summer of waiting to find out Who shot J.R.
In regard to Julie Bloss Kelsey ‘s haiku about M*A*S*H reruns, I still watch them daily as a respite from the nightly news.
Valentina ‘s poem about people being glued to their cell phones in the waiting room plays out daily.
Again, congrats to all; I will be reading these again the out the week instead of watching television.
Nancy, thank-you for commenting on my haiku.
Dear Marietta McGregor,
Thank you so much for the heartwarming selection of poems and for including one of mine! Thanks to team Haiku Dialogue for putting together this feature week after week.
Each poem is special but I connected with these two on a personal level.
waiting room
the news channel
on mute
Ravi Kiran
India
waiting room—
eyes glued to cell phones
and not the TV
Thanks again and congratulations to all featured poets! Looking forward to the commented poems next week.
Regards,
Daya Bhat
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio
Daya, I am glad you connected with my haiku.