HAIKU DIALOGUE – Mountain and River – Rivers – long list
Mountain and River with Guest Editor Lakshmi Iyer
Mountain is benchmark for patience, resilience and tolerance. Whether heat or cold, fire or melting ice, whatever may be the extreme opposites, mountain bears them all silently and effectively.
If Man has to exaggerate anything to larger proportions, it is often compared with mountains. There is a proverb “Making mountains out of molehills”. Hence, mountain is always at the highest peak whether for patience, height, size.
Mountains cannot be moved easily. They are fixed, steady and unwavering. That is why it is probably said – Prayers can move even mountains. Which implies that mountains can be conquered only through prayers and not through force.
Well, some of you may argue that mountains too get destroyed, but it may be an indirect force through Man’s negligence to maintain a balance in the surrounding physical structure or its geological strength.
River is symbolic of extending help to anyone who comes in contact with it, as it has cleansing properties. River always tries to clean up everything on the way, even rocks get cleared, and it helps them glitter. Though Man pollutes river in all possible ways, river never pollutes Man. River helps ever, hurts never.
Here again, one may point out that a river in spate can destroy whatever comes in its way, but this too may be an indirect manmade issue.
River doesn’t depend on anyone for its journey towards its destination. It finds its own way to march towards the ocean or sea or whatever. If any obstacle is found on its path, it changes directions to reach the goal.
Flow of thoughts is often compared with the flow of river. If a thought arises in someone’s mind, there are two options before him. He can visualise the thought as a river flowing and decide to plunge into the river or observe the river flowing towards its destination. If he plunges into the river, action follows, as thoughts become words and deeds. On the other hand, if he doesn’t plunge into the river, but only observes it flowing towards the ocean, no consequence follows. There is stillness of the mind, he is in a state of meditation. Thus, river and its flow can help mankind to understand the process of meditating on the Supreme Consciousness.
I shall be extremely happy if you would give me a homework to dig deep inside your poems. It can be simple and sincere, setting aside all those mind-boggling thoughts. Just be you! Just live your poems!
Below is Lakshmi’s selection of poems on the topic of Rivers:
My dear Poets
Thank you all for submitting your perspectives and giving me a lift to sail in your individual boats. It was a thrilling experience and it really took me time to cross the river. My regards to all the global haiku poets to recognise the river of your life and give it a name of your choice! There were more than 200 poems and I admit passing on a few poems that could have had a haiku approach on second reading.
Once again, I would like to thank each one of you for submitting your poems with your name and place just below the poem, irrespective of one or two poems, that made my job easier to copy and paste. Kindly recheck your names and place with any punctuation and capital letters. Hope we continue this.
Here are the gems found in the depth of my river:
delta bank
so many deposits
of riverine talesSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
Phalgu –
on the dry bed
pind-daanJagajit Salam
Imphal, India
Lost
I let the river
take me homeCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
The spate and the rush-
rivers speak their secret names,
springflowfloodsea hushSarah Davies
Bedford, UK
river path
listening to the why not
in the airStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
Adige river
between houses
forming an “s”Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
Verona, Italy
blue current…
the speed
of blue snakesDorna Hainds
Michigan, USA
old Rhine Bridge
a flurry of horse dung
marking the borderDavid Cox
Torquay, UK
forest brook
a log manoeuvring
through a narrow bendGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
each stroke another twist in his river
John Hawkhead
UK
flooded river
deep in meditation
a stone BuddhaMirela Brailean
Iasi, Romania
three years …
the traces of the Ahr-flood
still everywhereDeborah Karl-Brandt
Germany
all of the secrets
a catfish can swallow
Rock RiverCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
babbling brook
a torrent of voices
fades awaySanjana Zorinc
Bjelovar, Croatia
first sailboat ride
across the Charles River
the ocean callsPris Campbell
US
the rivers bend
such a wavering of thoughts
through dementiaMarilyn Ward
Lincolnshire, UK
river of no return
she turns another
year olderJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
beneath a soho cellar
winding through forest
ancient riverrob barkan
usa
the river roars
is it daring me
to crossoverDeborah Beachboard
Adna, WA, USA
one drop of water
in the moonbeam…
the river pearlRita Melissano
Rock Island, IL, USA
mill skeleton
on the aged river
tracesZdenka Mlinar
Hrvatska
by the rivers
that babble on
Zion(This poem is inspired by the famous reggae song “Rivers of Babylon” and also the US National Park, Zion)
Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
stepping from stone on stone
I am listening to
the flow of riverGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
walking through the woods
stream of consciousnessLuciana Moretto
Italy
damp old church
a river runs
through itTony Williams
Scotland, UK
slow steps . . .
a boat on the river
touches the sunsetRosa Maria Di Salvatore
Catania (Italy)
Ganga’s vast expanse
a nutshell ferry boat
loads oxcarts and jeepChrista Pandey
Austin, TX, USA
waiting for you…
watching the osprey
watch the wavesSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
slick beauty
technicolor river
through townCharles Harper
Yokohama
serpentine river
I blame his pliancy
on his water signJackie Chou
United States
the coxswain’s call
steers the rowers’ course –
rising fogAnne Curran
Hamilton, New Zealand
Chicago blues
the river looks better
dyed greenA J Johnson
Virginia, USA
finding the delta
in a river of stars
palm readerLorraine A Padden
San Diego, California USA
AUM chant –
the hum
of a river’s songR. Suresh Babu
India
the slap slap
of paddle steamers…
Darling River dreamsMarilyn Humbert
Sydney, Australia
flowing Min River
the fixed boat moves
only up and downChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
punctuated by the temple bell Kaveri’s song
Srini S
India
rocky shoreline
daughter’s first fish
both sparkleCharlie Smith
United States
Lidder
a song
flowing through my bodyPadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
after the flood —
two rivers in the garden
where there was one beforeW.G. Randles
Durban, South Africa
shores of Danube
my mother sees
CauveryLeena Anandhi
India
fallen leaves
going where the river
takes themNikola Đuretić
Zagreb, Croatia
the drifting Saône . . .
we wander together
as dreams lingerAlfred Booth
Lyon, France
last ride –
the river moves around
a sunken bikeRazvan Pintea
Romania
silent Nambul—
all the urban burdens
into Loktak’s depthsMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
as if to delay
the inevitable
rivers meanderIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
life is a river
I am but
a floating leafBaisali Chaterjee Dutt
India
riverbed
still the notice of
old memorySatyanarayana Chittaluri
Nakrekal, Telangana, India
Suague River—
this restless flow
of thoughtsKing Edward Eway
Janiuay, Iloilo, Philippines
river full
of waterfalls
the steps I takeKathabela Wilson
California, USA
summer night
Big Muddy River between
your house and mineDeborah A. Bennett
Illinois USA
River Dart
my kayak carries on
without meTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
touched by Kaveri the sway of golden fields
Daya Bhat
India
spring rains
the muddy creek
flows to the seaSusan Farner
USA
causeway
fireflies on the windshield
go darkJerome Burgland
New Orleans, Louisiana
Ganga ghat
the loud sounds
of griefNitu Yumnam
India
swollen river
from the old house
pots floatRefika Dedić
Bosnia and Hersegovina
winter river –
an old lullaby
never returnsDaniela Misso
Italy
kumbh mela
she wears grandma’s sari
for the holy dipHema Ravi
Chennai
clenched lips
breaking news
floating on the riverMike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel
flowing rivers …
across my forehead
these etched linesKala Ramesh
India
river’s edge
not recognizing
her wrinklesM.R. Defibaugh
USA
my neighbour’s laugh
calling it a pipe dream
a clean CooumSumitra Kumar
India
headwaters
grandpa shows me where
he learned to fishArchie G. Carlos
Minnesota
Clanrye River
at what point do you taste
the salt of the loughMarion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
beyond the flux driftwood
Vidya Shankar
Chennai, India
riverside…
my mother’s voice
in the phoneAngiola Inglese
Italia
aftermath of war…
her eyes like
a dry river bedPadma Priya
India
powder puff parade
pinkens on the Potomac . . .
peak cherry blossomsMonica Kakkar
India
oh how
I miss your laugh
River SongJennifer Gurney
Colorado
stranded in the bend
of a mountain stream . . .
my thought bubblesBarrie Levine
USA
traveling the length
of my insecurity —
river murmuringsKelly Sargent
Williston, VT
rushing past
like I have no say
river rockC.R. Harper
USA
son’s first cry…
a river flows
in my breastNeena Singh
Chandigarh, India
mul sarees
how cool the breeze
by the riversideArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
my stone skips
all the way to the other side
river rapidsLouise Hopewell
Australia
a cricket match
on the riverbed
Indian summerRavi Kiran
India
algal blooms
dead-eye fish
in a sand castleAnthony Rabang
Phillipines
veiled moon
the silent Thames flows past
the Secret ServiceKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton UK
nights on the river
the watery lullabies
of naiadsJenny Shepherd
London, UK
until one of us
had to lose their name…
Lyon’s confluenceSebastian Revon
Ireland
hot summer
eyes sip
a distant streamRadhika De Silva
Sri Lanka
River Nile…
an accidental baptism
whilst water skiingKatherine E Winnick
Brighton UK
underwater…
gasping for breath,
a forgivenessKavita Ratna
India
vernal frolic –
myriad streams rush to join
Mother VolgaNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
watching
yesterday pass by
the old pine by the riverZahra Mughis
Lahore, Pakistan
after the deluge
we stand on opposite banks
the bridge washed awayMalcolm Highfield
Tavira, Portugal
meditating
my thoughts meander
with the streamDebbie Sterling
Oregon, USA
a sky-full of ocean river-rain
Anne Fox
Broomes Island, MD USA
returning geese–
the river
changes courseLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
saying goodbye
my tears flow
with the riverMelissa Dennison
UK
dusting off
an ancient argument
dry riverJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona, USA
over the Chambal
a skein of bar-headed geese
into the sunsetRupa Anand
New Delhi, India
snowing on Teleajen river…
closer to one another
swansSteliana Christina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
ancient canyon
the river carrying
sounds of sawsRichard L. Matta
San Diego, California
monsoon
unnamed stream
now a riverRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, Iowa, USA
dry river bed
refilling…
my prozac prescriptionAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
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upriver
ishere
is goneMargaret Anderson
Vancouver, BC Canada
dyed emerald river
celebrates celtic heritage
spring traditionKathleen Mazurowski
Chicago, IL
blossom trees
along a rushing stream
mountain templeTsanka Shishkova
Bulgaria
cold plunge
dipping my toe
in the waterThomas David
United Kingdom
spring floods
along the Scioto River
my lost childhoodRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
Ancestor’s Po mill
water splashes
on iris budsNazarena Rampini
Italy
river bank –
the smooth flow
of my poemsAna Drobot
Romania
water witching a river’s catch me if you can
Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
ice jam
her emotions
are blockedValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
down from the mountain
the river water dances
over ancient bouldersDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
novocaine
the jagged teeth
of mountainsJohn S Green
Bellingham, Washington USA
still river
the bird and its shadow
become oneMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
the rivers of Mars
astronauts picnic beside
a long-dry channelGreer Woodward
Kamuela Hawaii
melting river ice
the wet sound
of Milky WayCezar Ciobica
Romania
sunset
the river
rushingMargaret Mahony
Australia
evening river –
in the glare of stars
a jumping fishStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
time jump –
the era of stars
with a magic riverMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
funeral procession
the river treats
all flowers alikeNitu Yumnam
India
pine sisken
the river flows
into its songPat David
Concord, NH USA
having never traveled
I put his ashes
in the riverBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
river Sava …
the current brings her
a stranger’s gazeSamo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia
tea-colored brook
–is it too late
to learn your song?Laurie D Morrissey
United States
our farewell
a tiny forget-me-not floats
on the riverEufemia Griffo
Italy
Saint Patrick’s Day
wind-bent willow leaves
greening the riverLori Kiefer
UK
from the river
slowly drifting to the bay
cherry petalsMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
long day
the river carries
a snow mountSrinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India
bamboo wind on a river
in my dream i hear
the school bellNairithi Konduru, 10 years
India
river’s murmur
the sunlit ducks quack
into a paddlingAmoolya Kamalnath
India
autumn sunset
the river and I shiver
almost homeMadhavi Karri
India
throwing a pebble
the spaniel brings back
the river to meMary White
Ireland
river swallows the fence swallows the river
Nalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
riverbank –
a grey heron pecks
its shadowDan C. lulian
Romania
a taste of
the Yukon River
calling cardPamela Jeanne
Yukon, Canada
river in spate
an old fear
surfacesAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
water tributes
the misery of being
so smartbittor duce zubillaga
Basque Country
flowing river
smooths the rough edges
of rocks and meNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
call me grandpa
we release a raft of twigs
towards the seaBruce Feingold
Berkeley, CA USA
tidying up my thoughts —
the river quietly
flowsMariangela Canzi
Italy
solstice light
a stream reshapes
what we call brokenC.X. Turner
UK
on the riverbank –
suddenly I wonder
where I am goingCristina Povero
Italy
edge of an estuary
a feral cat
watches the sunsetMadeline Kavanagh
California
sound beach…
from a shell phone
the river burblewendy c. bialek
usa
Join us next week for Lakshmi’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios:
Guest Editor Lakshmi Iyer lives in her world bound with duties to her mother and grand twins. Her voluntary services to under-middle-class girls nurturing their needs remain in the good books of the families. Her haikai journey has seen the worst of rejections and the best of acceptances. Her poems have found their own homes, and she profusely thanks the editors. Her dream to publish a book remains in her heart, soul and mind.
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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much gratitude lakshmi for including
my haiku in the long list.
Welcome!!
glad to be part of this splashing, long river list! Lakshmi thank you for
the inspiring themes, and your hard and passionate work!
thanks to THF and all the people behind the scene and those working hand in hand…(Kj, Lafcadio, Vandana and Lori)… for making this dialogue available.
Congrats to all the poets whose work appears here!
i can relate to Nairithi’s experience…
and kudos to the writer of this well-balanced haiku.
i noticed that the school bell is not strong enough
to stop the dreaming, but is acknowledged within
the dream state.
bamboo wind on a river
in my dream i hear
the school bell
Nairithi Konduru, 10 years
Yes, Nairithi’s poem was very good! Thank you!
A lovely collection this week, thank you to all.
Reminding me of my childhood, and was shell phone a play on cell phone?
sound beach…
from a shell phone
the river burble
wendy c. bialak
And I appreciated the subtleties behind:
forest brook
a log manoeuvring
through a narrow bend
Govind Joshi
fallen leaves
going where the river
takes them
Nikola Duretic
summer night
Big Muddy River between
your house and mine
Deborah Bennett
Hi Deb,
Thanks for ‘picking up’ (pun intended) and understanding my haiku and taking the time to read it, and share about it.
My aha here is…that i realized, i have not attended this beach, (Sound Beach, located on Long Island (off the L. I. Sound), New York, where i rented an apt. in the late 60’s while attending Stony Brook University) …or any other beach, since cell phones became ‘a thing carried everywhere we go’.
The beach, for me, was a place to relax, reflect, find peace and meditate surrounded by nature’s beauty, the sound of the waves at my blanket side and the occasional cries of hungry seagulls above my head…a place to commune with nature…not with crowds of people talking about this and that into a piece of plastic.
Deb…Memories from my past, too!
Dear Ms. Iyer, Ms. Munro, Ms. Zajkowski, Lafcadio, and Ms. Parashar,
Greetings for World Aquatic Animal Day in the Be Kind to Spiders Week as we celebrate National Poetry Month! Congratulations to participating poets!
Thank you for reviewing my submission. I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue!
My haiku includes a late spring season word, kigo 季語: peak cherry blossoms, hana zakari 花盛り(はなざかり).
It is inspired by the Tidal Basin along the Potomac River in Washington, D.C., where the “National Cherry Blossom Festival” is held each spring attracting large crowds. The 2.1 mile Tidal Basin Loop offers natural and cultural treasures. Circling the Tidal Basin, this trail provides views most in accordance with the tradition of hanami or blossom viewing. (National Park Service)
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/
It was a pleasure to read and enjoy the rivers of haiku and find my haiku.
swollen river
from the old house
pots float
What a wonderful collection! Thank you!
Thank you, Lakshmi. I am delighted my poem was chosen among such a collection
of beautiful poems. I am looking forward to reading them again.
Thank you, Kj, Lafcadio, Vandana and Lori.
Thank you, Lakshmi and the team.
I savoured the observation and action in this one:
forest brook
a log manoeuvring
through a narrow bend
—Govind Joshi
The gentle humour of this one even as it amplifies the dry season:
a cricket match
on the riverbed
Indian summer
—Ravi Kiran
…and this one, which reminded me of a recent experience…
novocaine
the jagged teeth
of mountains
—John S Green
Living on the Thames flood plain, this one worked for me:
river in spate
an old fear
surfaces
—Annie Wilson
…and on the conjugal state of rivers, for me the pick of the bunch:
until one of us
had to lose their name…
Lyon’s confluence
—Sébastien Revon
Yes, thank you!
Dear Lakshmi Iyer, thank you so much for included my haiku too among so many beautiful haiku! It is such a joy to pe featured in THF Haiku Dialogue and I enjoy reading the list every edition! Many thanks to the all team for the amazing job!
Thank you!!
the rivers of Mars
astronauts picnic beside
a long-dry channel
.
Greer Woodward
Kamuela Hawaii
.
This haiku takes the topic of “rivers” from our world to a world beyond.
having never traveled
I put his ashes
in the river
.
Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
.
Sometimes a person is unable to fulfill his wishes in life and those who are left behind attempt to do so for him.
our farewell
a tiny forget-me-not floats
on the river
.
Eufemia Griffo
Italy
.
A haiku that nicely captures a bittersweet moment.
Thank-you Lakshmi for selecting my haiku for publication. Thank-you also to all who make this column possible. Congrats to all the poets who were chosen.
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much, Lakshmi, for including my poem in this river of responses. I had a wild ride flowing downstream, but I was especially moved by the pathos in
having never traveled
I put his ashes
in the river
Bryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
Each of the poems were absolutely a gem of its kind. Thank you!
Congratulations to all the poets on your haiku chosen. I was struck by the variety of the haiku. From M. Ward’s dementia haiku to C. Smith’s joyous first fish haiku to J. Gogoi’s reminder of time haiku are just a few of the gems I noticed on a quick read.
One that especially caught my eye was Richard Straw’s haiku.
spring floods
along the Scioto River
my lost childhood
–Richard Straw
It took me back to my youth since floods were common in the area I grew up. Prospect, Ohio was a village near my home, and it was (and is still) regularly flooded by the Scioto River. Coincidence in the name of the river???
I can relate to my fellow Ohioan, Valentina’s ice jam haiku about emotional blockages. It’s an issue for me at times, too.
Thanks for selecting one of mine, Lakshmi. I am appreciative of that as well as your hard work as a volunteer of being the guest editor. As a former guest editor, I learned how much more work it takes to cut and paste those entries if only the name and place are entered in the boxes, rather than within the submission form itself. Since then, I always include my name and place of residence just for that reason. I can’t speak for other guest editors, but I suspect they feel the same way when facing all the entries they have to deal with in the space of four days and then get the haiku list to Lori and KJ. The volunteers here do so much behind the scenes, and I want to thank them, too. Exiting soapbox mode…
Yes, absolutely right. And thanks for the encouraging words.
yes, thanks for the kind words, Nancy! kj
Yes, I was raised in central Ohio and spent my first few years in Prospect on North Water Street about a block from the river and its old truss bridge. The latter has been replaced. Quite a coincidence!
Richard,
Small world, isn’t it? I grew up (and went to Pleasant), but to this day, I drive down Route 4, and often through Prospect, to Dayton where my son lives. And although they have replaced the bridge and updated their streets, the Scioto still floods in the spring along Route 4.