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HAIKU DIALOGUE – Opposites Attract – hot/cold

Opposites Attract

Hello – kj here – I will be taking the reins again for the next few weeks, with the theme ‘opposites attract’. The prompt each week will be a pair of opposites – feel free to be inspired by one or the other, or both! I hope this draws you towards excellent haiku – the way the compass, even in these uncertain times, will always settle on ‘North’…

                  compass needle


next week’s theme:  OPPOSITES ATTRACT – big/small

The deadline is midnight Pacific Daylight Savings Time, Saturday August 22, 2020.

Please submit one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme by clicking here: Contact Form. Please put Haiku Dialogue in the Subject box, & include your name as you would like it to appear, & your place of residence, with your poem. I look forward to reading your submissions.

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 hot/cold:

farewell tears
our handclasp
turns colder

Christine L. Villa


election over
warm handshakes
getting colder

Mohammad Azim Khan
Peshawar Pakistan

The poems submitted to this column can resonate with each other in various unpredictable & amazing ways – here the handshake & the handclasp can both be turning from hot to cold, but the details of an election & a farewell lend so much more to the story…

on the beach
your voice is full of

Bakhtiyar Amini

The actual season may not be clear, but does it matter? Whether this poem is set in winter or summer, or some other time, it is the season of ‘your’ voice that matters…

the pup approaches
slowly, then backs away
adoption day

Claire Vogel Camargo

Hot & cold at the same time, or rotating in succession – a unique submission that fully captures these opposites (& attraction!) in movement…

saying goodbye
the bittersweet taste
of cold coffee

Jackie Chou
Pico Rivera, CA USA

There were many beverages mentioned this week, & coffee was prominent among them… in this poem, the poet combines not just the temperature but also the flavour, & evokes emotion without stating it…

the air conditioning again
hot flashes

Rehn Kovacic

A scenario many can relate to, & an original take on the prompt…

& here are the rest of my selections:

(I usually will make no changes, but this week I added an ‘h’ in ‘wiskey’, & an ‘s’ in ‘a bird’ song’ because this made sense to me…)

heatwave the sweat on beer cans

Adrian Bouter


the quietness
of summer heat
pine forest

Agus Maulana Sunjaya
Tangerang, Indonesia


heatwave ripples
Large Earth Bumblebees
fanning the home

(It was actually a small low hanging bird-box they took over!)

Alan Summers


Texas heat
cicadas rattle
the trees

Alex Fyffe, Texas


bitter cold –
a mint leaf
in the herbal tea

Angiola Inglese


wildfire sunrise
the morning cool
up in smoke

Ann K. Schwader
Westminster, CO


scorching noon –
a faint whiff of petrichor
from the window

arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India


dry brush trees
before misty mountains…
a deep inhale

Astrid Egger


warm oolong
beside the open pages…
arctic adventure

B.A. France


scorched summer
the chilling effect
of covid-19

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA


drops of cold sweat over my positive test

Brăilean Mirela


fire and brimstone
the sweaty preacher
dabs his brow

Bryan Rickert


rising dough –
the second wave
of winter

Carole Harrison
Jamberoo, Australia


endless summer
of our discontent
early winter

Charles Harmon
Los Angeles, California


the summer
of cold rain
global warming

Charlotte Hrenchuk


after our argument
taste of
cold coffee

Cherry A
Assam, India


we share
a joint

Clifford Rames
Freehold, NJ


bonfires on the beach –
the whiteness of the moon
so far away

falò in spiaggia –
il bianco della luna
così lontano

Daniela Misso


summer heat
even the bees too lazy
to fly

Deborah Karl-Brandt


summer brush fire
the movements
of smoke

Deborah P Kolodji


heatwave –
a broken ring
in the iced glass

Dennys Cambarau


glacier melt –
that fire within
her eyes

Dorothy Burrows


page turner
readers ignore
the whiteness of the page

Edward Dallas


hot and cold –
torch lily

Ernesto P. Santiago


reconciliation drink
the sound
of a cracking ice cube

Eva Limbach


coffee mug
from hot to cold
haiku morning

Greer Woodward
Waimea, HI


burning cold
I dig my heels
in snow

Guliz Mutlu


brisk northeasterly –
the clothes linedance

Guy Stephenson


the warm notes
of a bird’s song

Hassane Zemmouri


warp of snow
weft of petals
lovers weave

Helen Buckingham


at the beach
sitting on the sand
huddled in blankets

Helen Herr


warm sunlight…
I let go the memory
of his cold words

Hifsa Ashraf


bedroom eaves dropping icicle fringes

Ingrid Baluchi


in the moonlight
frog song

Isabel Caves
Auckland, New Zealand


snow shovel
in my hands
mug of cocoa

Janice Doppler
Massachusetts, USA


relentless heat
slipping into hibernation
my garden and I

Janice Munro


unfolding the
blanket warmth

Jibril Dauda Muhammad
Bwari Abuja, Nigeria


for my black tea
a cream splash and one ice cube
morning pod cast

John S Green
Bellingham, WA


morning cold –
in the silence
the steam of the tea

Jorge Alberto Giallorenzi


cooling off
in a waterfall curtain
her angry words

Kanjini Devi


heated argument
she gives him
the cold shoulder

Karen Harvey


his gift shop blanket
shivers while I wait

Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California, USA


garden hose
taste of heaven
on dog days

Kelli Lage


baked alaska
another piece crumbles
off the arctic ice shelf

Kimberly Esser
Los Angeles, CA


melting permafrost
the temp work
of sinking wells

Laurie Greer


his glass of iced tea
blind date

Lorraine A. Padden


winter sunshine
the up-side-down shadow
of a palm tree

Louise Hopewell


the warmth
of a smile

m shane pruett
Salem, OR, USA


war zone
cry of a newborn
from a makeshift tent

Madhuri Pillai



Margaret Walker


ghost peppers
next to the cucumbers
summer harvest

Marilyn Ashbaugh


             c o o l
    in the slipstream
          of myself

Mark Gilbert


38 below
with the windchill
my father’s birthday

Maxianne Berger
Outremont QC Canada


hot mid-day
the smell of the tar
hit by the hailstorm

Maya Daneva
The Netherlands


party punch…
his apples meet
her oranges

Michele L. Harvey


hushed dusk…
the glowing PPE
she wears

Milan Rajkumar
Imphal India


in the courtroom…
cold faces

Neena Singh
Chandigarh, India


summer pasture –
only the cows’ tails
are moving

Nick T


hot water spring –
a mountain breeze
ruffles my hair

Nicole Pottier


one cup of latte
circles the fire
in a homeless camp

Pat Davis


Arizona summer
air-conditioner off
in the pueblo

Paul Geiger


winter sun –
a broken bough
rots on the leaves

Peter Adair
Northern Ireland


hot then cold my body fights

Pris Campbell


melting ice
two leaves sprout
beneath the rock

Rajeshwari Srinivasan


cold leftovers
day moon

Rashmi VeSa


windy night
the candles’ bow shape flame
firing arrows

Robert Kingston


softballs in July
snowballs in December

Roberta Beach Jacobson


burnt toast
in the dog bowl
my temper cools

Roberta Beary
County Mayo Ireland


fevers rising the cold walls between us

Robin Anna Smith


hot hot hot
cold cold cold
school reopenings

Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA


graffiti echoes
through the hot tunnel released
into sunflowers

Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY


cannes effing hot in the c tap



flamenco dance
an ice cube
in a glass of whiskey

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia


global warming
without Mother Earth
all that’s left is the moon

Stephen A. Peters


summer day
the crackle of ice
in the tea

Steve Tabb


broiling hot night –
a fax on my desk
vomiting words

Teiichi Suzuki


chilly day…
the velvety touch
of mom’s scarf

Tsanka Shishkova
Sofia, Bulgaria


cigarette burns
on her bare skin
his cold gaze

Vandana Parashar


triple-digit day
Mama’s frozen peaches
in the worm bin

Vicki Miko


all her smiles
in the past tense…
winter night

Vijay Prasad


winter night
her thoughts
keep me warm

Vishnu Kapoor


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:

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