HAIKU DIALOGUE – Migration – Internal Migration – long list
Migration with Guest Editor Carole MacRury
Migration is the movement of people from one place to another, with the intention of resettlement. For thousands of years humans have moved and expanded their range over land bridges that no longer exist. These early nomads followed the food, the climate or fled natural disasters. Historically, mass migration has shaped every country in the world through both conflicts and exploration. It continues today as our world grows smaller due to international trade and travel. There are many causes of international migration. Some people move in search of work or economic opportunity, to reunite with family or to study. My family fits into this category when we left Canada to study in the US, and never went back. Some move to escape conflict, persecution, or large-scale human rights violations. Still others move in response to the adverse effects of climate change, natural disasters, or other environmental factors. And some people were forcefully stolen from their countries to become slaves in another country. These migratory patterns shaped our countries. We wouldn’t be the same without the rich influx in immigrants who enriched our lives through their contributions in science, politics, technology, fashion, food, music, art and so much more. Most of us in the Americas can trace our roots back to another country. Indigenous people have their own unique stories to tell about the effects of colonization on their lives. We’ll explore this rich topic for the next few weeks calling upon our own experiences with emigration, our own experiences with the migration of flora and fauna, and lastly, our internal migration within our own countries.
Below is Carole’s selection of poems on the topic of Internal Migration:
Thank you all for your fabulous response to the final prompt of internal migration. You’ve really stretched your minds to address the theme in your own ways. From camping out in the backyard to finding your true north, read on to discover the many reasons we move, the reasons we come back, and in between the challenges we face and always, our universal longing for home, wherever that may be. As always there were many lovely poems not on this list that I’m sure will soon be published in a journal. I chose poems that reflected movement, change and/or reflection, even in the smallest and most humorous of ways at times.
expired visa
the struggle to become
someone I likeJohn Hawkhead
Bradford on Avon, UK
true north
finding my home
away from homeKaren Harvey
Pwllheli, Wales
moving west
my pioneer hopes
expandingSusan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
from trash-strewn streets
to a seaside town . . .
beach combingIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
moving day anniversary
still a stranger
small town pubMike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel
Brooklyn farewell–
following my heart
to the Golden GateRuth Holzer
Herndon, VA
another spring
another house
another schoolVicki Vogt
Watertown, MA
city to town –
all roads lead
to the Shiva templeAmoolya Kamalnath
India
hometown
everything smaller
including meMirela Brailean
Romania
new in town –
following the seagull
to the portDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
I read poems
about north mountains
to the palm treeSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
blooming cactus…
my thoughts return to
azaleasDavid Josephsohn
Greensboro, NC
homecoming
I stumble to speak
my mother tongueNitu Yumnam
India
new home-
from somewhere the scent
of my ancestral homeRam Chandran
India
post divorce
…leaving my forever homeMargaret Mahony
Australia
concrete jungle
the grass was greener
where I came fromRavi Kiran
India
a parrot on the boat—
he tells the future
of my red dressRicha Sharma
India
union’s road
i leave my dollhouse
with my parentsSandip Chauhan
Great Falls, VA
office transfer
our life again
in boxesNeena Singh
Chandigarh, India
Amish buggy
a horse leans into
our charging stationLorraine A Padden
San Diego, CA USA
first day of school
I teach the new girl
the sign for friendKelly Sargent
Williston, VT
the compass
points north
one way ticketPamela Jeanne
Yukon, Canada
downsizing
fledglings leaving
the nestMike Gallagher
Ireland
accent neutralization
losing a part
of myselfTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
Holy Land
bombs herding everyone
south to RafahBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
Spring clouds
the old pine and me
still togetherNazarena Rampini
Italy
nomad years
learning to belong
everywhereCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
new home
unpacking all
but the firefliesHelen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA
the big tent
a summer vacation
in my backyardKanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
transfer order
I pause in the backyard
abloom with mango treesPadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
new habitat
the fresh smell
of dungMircea Moldovan
România
bee house
i too unpack
little by littleC.X. Turner
UK
moving
to the west
a new sunriseBiswajit Mishra
Canada
with the same love
tending
granny’s tiny rose gardenCristina Povero
Italy
starry night
homesick as a journey
beginsRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
returning back
to the bittersweet moments . . .
ancestral homeManoj Sharma
Kathmandu
house sold —
the roses we planted
too old to moveBen Oliver
United Kingdom
wrapping newspaper
on bone china
grandpa’s obituaryArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
a farm gal
in the Windy City
system overloadSusan Farner
USA
hunger pangs
the big city swallows
a small town girlVandana Parashar
India
warming up
to another tongue
ocean moonDaya Bhat
India
fourteen cousins
return to the old home town
the last aunt’s funeralMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
hardest move
packing your belongings
from the nursing homeJennifer Gurney
US
new home
the same
rainStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
dragonfly summers
fading away
city lightsDebbie Sterling
Oregon, USA
mountain ridges –
from the window of my room
new housingElena Zouain
France
airport delay
we stare out the window
for no reasonRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, Iowa, USA
like I remember:
the winter moon
walking me homeEvan Spivack
Teaneck, NJ
emoticons
getting adjusted
to gated communityLakshmi Iyer
India
Berkeley or bust ––
my Conestoga
is a red ToyotaSheila Sondik
Bellingham, WA
wife migrates
to the farthest room –
oh, my snoring!Tomislav Maretić
Zagreb, Croatia
cherry blossoms –
back to the park
of my childhoodAna Drobot
Romania
Easter at home –
his father’s hair
a bit whiterSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
from town to town
in search of his dream
our vagabond sonNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
same curry
made by different hands
tongue on fireBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
India
tear downs
up and down our street
a childhood dismantledAnn Sullivan
Massachusetts USA
new job in Oxford
I swim against the tourist tide
to get to workJenny Shepherd
London, UK
city center
remembering
what it used to beGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
across
the mason-dixon
watching my tongueCharles Harper
Yokohama
new face
in my neighbourhood —
native selfJagajit Salam
Imphal, India
job transfer
grandma’s rocking chair
on a new porch nowCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
fireflies
flash landing lights-
I’m home at lastRuth Happel
United States
moving on . . .
crocuses planted by birds
across the drivewayElaine Andre
Tacoma, Washington, USA
land of ancestors –
internal migration
in our dreamsMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
moving upstate
a purple haze still lingers
over the mountainsSari Grandstaff
Woodstock, NY
small town
gossip
moved meJan Stretch
Victoria BC Canada
sixty two years—
still missing the lake house
with the knotty pineColette Kern
Southold, New York
moved to the country never try to milk a bull
Dan Campbell
Virginia
getting ahead
of the dandelion fluff
job relocationLuminita Suse
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
lots of crocuses
and still not like the ones
in my old mountainsUrszula Marciniak
Poland
house of horrors
to first apartment—
prison breakStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
leaving land locked friends
my cardboard hitch hiking sign
reads “west coast”Mike Stinson
Nebraska
nursing home –
already the third room
for angry old manAljoša Vuković
Croatia, Šibenik
moving to the sea
who should I tell about
cherry blossom windEva Limbach
Deutschland
four moves
in my formative years…
stale matesTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
a cold wind –
snowbirds fly
to FloridaValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
a journey
without a destination
spring blizzardMargaret Coombs
Manitowoc, Wisconsin
ten years away
I wonder if they kept
the rose bushJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
resettlement
conceding the familiar
unseasonable bloomsGwen Bitti
Australia
western reserve…
moving over to let others
on the highwayNancy Brady
Huron Ohio
accepted
to my college stretch
now a good ole boyJohn S Green
Amman, Jordan
getting up
and getting out
escape to new skiesPeggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
Leaving the city –
I shun the bright lights
to see the starsCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
new keys
lugging mattress and pillow
longing for deep sleepSurya Nes
Tangerang, Indonesia
ice on the canal
going nowhere slowly
a boat named BlissNick T
Frome, Somerset, England
Nomad in my land,
From hills to cities I roam,
Each step, a new home.Vimuth De Silva
Sri Lanka
vagabond life –
the starry sky
only hisDan C. Iulian
Romania
every Canadian winter
she travels to Asian plains
…on mind’s wingsAnjali Warhadpande
Pune, India
a long journey –
who knows if everyone will have
a house to enterMaria Teresa Sisti
Italy
a new home-
returning to the sea
one step at a timeSally Quon
Canada
knocking on doors
to find new friends
navy bratCarol Judkins
Carlsbad, CA
hometown visit
after three decades–
gravestone smiles onlyRadhika De Silva
Sri Lanka
full moon wanes
gibbous to half to sliver
cross-country phone callsPeter Larsen
Lake View Terrace, California
pregnant bride
the college registrar gives
us her “bluebird room”Kathabela Wilson
NY/Texas
Join us next week for Carole’s commentary on additional poems…
Guest Editor Carole MacRury resides in Point Roberts, Washington, a unique peninsula and border town that inspires her work. Her poems have won awards and been published worldwide, and her photographs have been featured on the covers of numerous poetry journals and anthologies. Her practice of contemplative photography along with an appreciation of haiku aesthetics helps deepen her awareness of the world around her. Both image and written word open her to the interconnectedness of all things, to surprise, mystery and a sense of wonder. She is the author of In the Company of Crows: Haiku and Tanka Between the Tides (Black Cat Press, 2008, 2nd Printing, 2018) and The Tang of Nasturtiums, an award-winning e-chapbook (Snapshot Press 2012).
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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after forty years
native village
desert in concrete jungle
nomad life
touches the heritage
photographing
Having moved over twenty-five times, I really enjoyed thinking about this week’s offerings.
from trash- strewn streets
to a seaside town…
beach combing
Ingrid Baluchi
Appreciated the contrast between city trash and beach treasure. You can sense the fresh air.
homecoming
I stumble to speak
my mother tongue
Nitu Yumnam
On rereading, stumble could represent a variety of circumstances in trying to return home again.
concrete jungle
the grass was greener
where I came from
Ravi Kiran
I enjoyed the play on the old saying re greener grass on the other side…
nomad years
learning to belong
everywhere
Cynthia Anderson
In my experience, fitting in, while learning to accept oneself.
hunger pangs
the big city swallows
a small town girl
Vandana Parashar
So much in this image, and a little bit scary!
house of horrors
to first apartment –
prison break
Stephen J. DeGuire
From fright to felt relief.
Thank you so much for selected my haiku, Carole!
It’s great when someone understands our inner world.
Thank you, Carole, for including my haiku in this expressive selection of haikus – such an important topic? congratulations to all poets and thanks also to THF.
Thank you Carole, for including my haiku in this fine and diverse and expressive selection of haiku’s :)
You are welcome Surya. Indeed, I could feel the deep sense of exhaustion in your haiku! I’ve had at least one move like that….and for a variety of reasons!
long stop at Wuhan
carriage slowly filling
with smoke
—-
handprint on thigh…
leaving his last
foster parents
Congratulations to all the poets. I found so many haiku that resonated with me especially Margaret Mahony’s post divorce haiku. It sure packs a wallop as John said.
Whether intentional or not, Ruth Holder’s haiku
Brooklyn farewell —
following my heart
to the Golden Gate
alludes to Tony Bennett’s signature song, I Left My Heart except in reverse, going to San Francisco to a love. At least that is how I read it. Lovely ku.
Vicki Vogt’s haiku
another spring
another house
another school
reminded me of my Dad’s situation growing up. As we’d drive through the streets of my hometown, Dad would mention that he lived here and went to this school, and lived there and went to that school, and this happened time and time again so that, over time, my sisters and I figured he and his siblings lived all over the city throughout his childhood, probably because his mother kept moving as money ran short and rent was due (during the Great Depression).
Thanks, Carole, for including my haiku with the others. Thanks, too, to KJ and Lori who keep this column going behind the scenes. I appreciate you all.
Thanks Nancy, I really enjoyed reading the story about your Dad. Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed your ‘western reserve’ poem too. Coming from Canada, we are often referred to as ‘nice’, a label I’m not sure is entirely true, but certainly there are differences in the way people ‘give way’, depending on what part of the country they live in. :-) I often laugh at how Canadians are expert ‘merges’…when one has to form single line because of construction….they can actually take turns at the end of the merge…instead of everyone not waiting until the end, slowing it down for everyone.
What a bounty of poems that evoked so many emotions and memories! Wonderful selections and so many that I adored, but this one particularly stood out because it felt so different.
house of horrors
to first apartment—
prison break
Stephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
Moving can be hell for so many people, but it can also bring such freedom and relief.
Thanks so much Eavonka!!!
Stephen, I could relate to your poem because my first apartment was also to ‘get away’ from chaos. I know that this is something many others could relate too!
Thank you Carole for including my haiku along with these wonderful poems and for your comments. Much appreciated.
Congratulations to all.
Thank you John for your comments you made my day. I related very much to your poem it evokes
memories for me too. Congratulations.
Congratulations for the beautiful selection, the haiku on roses touched me a lot, I had a garden for about thirty years, and the one on my aunt’s funeral… we were a little less than 14!!
Some people never move, but live in the same place their entire lives. So I was happy to to see poets write to this prompt in their own unique way through their own experiences.
Spring clouds
the old pine and me
still together
Nazarena Rampini
Italy
How lovely to have grown old together with an old pine. Dorothy’s ‘there’s no place like home”, comes to my mind.
new home
unpacking all
but the fireflies
Helen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA
Helen reminds me that not everything can come with us when we move, and it also harks back to the flora/fauna prompt when we recognized firefly numbers are decreasing.
the big tent
a summer vacation
in my backyard
Kanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
Yes, a move to a backyard tent can hold many memories. It’s not only travel that provides them. Thanks Kanjini for reminding me of my own back-yard vacations.
starry night
homesick as a journey
begins
Richard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
A beautiful setting for what I felt was an attack of homesickness before one every leaves on their journey. I think this is something we can all relate too. I’m not even ‘there’ yet, but I’m already missing ‘here”.
new home
the same
rain
Stephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
I enjoyed the contrast of ‘new’, and ‘the same’ in Stephen’s short haiku. It’s up to us as to how to take the tone, is it a comfort, or a state of ennui?
Many thanks to Carole for selecting my haiku. Thanks also to all at the Haiku Foundation who make this column possible.
Valentina, yours was the only poem about ‘snowbirds’, a phenomena familiar to me even though I never became one myself, I know many of them! People who move seasonally to enjoy warm weather in southern climates instead of the colder winters of their northern homes.
There are many, many poems worth a comment this week, but this one ‘socks a punch’:
post divorce
…leaving my forever home
Margaret Mahony
Australia
Thank you Carole for curating such an interesting and varied sequence of gathered haiku on ‘migration’!
Your ‘expired visa’ struck a chord with me John. Maybe because I’ve let my passport expire and I find myself having worrying dreams about it. But your phrase is lovely and open to speculation which is something I appreciate in haiku.
Oh, and yes, Margaret’s poem took my breath away, too. Her six words evoked so many emotions….expectation, disappointment, sadness….and made me look deeply at what we might think about a ‘forever’ home. Is there such a thing?
Thank you, Carole, for including me in this “moving” selection of haiku this week. All I can say is “wow!” Everyone’s poems really made this such an expansive theme. These three haiku really stand out for me. This one I can relate to since the porch is such a place of memories and family time. I still have a double Adirondack chair/table set my father-in-law made for us on the porch and it is special:
job transfer
grandma’s rocking chair
on a new porch now
Cindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
This one is really wistful:
land of ancestors –
internal migration
in our dreams
Minko Tanev
Bulgaria
I love the word play, the sound, the humor in this haiku! It’s really of a time and it’s a gem:
Berkeley or bust ––
my Conestoga
is a red Toyota
Sheila Sondik
Bellingham, WA
Sari, thanks for choosing a few favorites! The image in Sheila’s haiku comes to mind when I see students on their way to college or university. The choice of Conestoga to suggest the stuffed covered wagon worked great for me when imagining that Toyota!
Love yours too…
moving upstate
a purple haze still lingers
over the mountains
Sari Grandstaff
Woodstock, NY
I enjoyed yours for the way you seemed to have one last lingering look at the mountains.