HAIKU DIALOGUE – Resolutions – Failure (1)
Resolutions with Guest Editor John S Green
The start of each year is an opportunity to renew. We humans often make declarations. We write down goals, we resolve to do better, we create targets, we make promises. We also regret last year’s unsuccessful promises. Last year, we may have accomplished a few goals, but others we failed – some ridiculously quickly.
Over the month of January, let’s look at this annual tradition of making resolutions. The success we have had, and the failures also.
Below is John’s selection of poems on the theme of failure:
Our loyal HD writers sent in over 300 poems once again. Wow! Thank you for your dedication. I have reserved 21 poems to be posted next Wednesday for comment. The following is my ‘long list’ of submissions I selected for your viewing pleasure. As you read the wonderful heartfelt poems about disappointment, please mark down one or more that grabbed you and make a comment. It means so much for the author of that poem. Enjoy.
The most prevalent subject was relationship struggle:
forgetting
to forget his birthday…
January blueMarina Bellini
Italy
taking longer
to heal this time –
my broken heartDan Campbell
Virginia
my voice
silenced long ago
you are still talkingVicki Vogt
United States
my parrot’s sudden scream
on new year’s eve
heartbreakLakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
after a string
of love failures
a siestaSreenath
India
I close the door
the echo to remain
from your goodbyeToni Pavleski
Prilep, Macedonia
failure
despite all efforts
last goodbyeneuspjeh
unatoč svim naporima
posljednje zbogomZdenka Mlinar
Croatia
half moon—
all those words
that you didn’t sayDaniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
Valentine’s day –
all those flowers
I never gaveMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
seven summers
he is still searching for me
in every womanVandana Parashar
India
unable to meet
each other half way …
divorceNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
After first marriage
I vow not to love again:
successful failureJenny Shepherd
London, UK
foggy skies
liquid eyes blink away my heart
yet againPadmini Krishnan
United Arab Emirates
e poi l’inverno
fra sassi sgretolati…
non so il tempo delle roseand then winter
between crumbling stones..
I don’t know the time of rosesGiuliana Ravaglia
Bologna, Italy
pounding rain an apology too late
Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
ungiven caress—
the silence of a crocus
in the snowDaniela Misso
Italy
divorce agreement—
equally in two torn
the wedding photosDan C. lulian
România
ash moon
I can’t make you love me
if you don’tSusan Burch
Hagerstown, MD
unarranging
another meet up
depressionC.X.Turner
United Kingdom
broken relation
not enough kintsugi
to mend the antiqueMona Iordan
Romania
heartsick
the buoyant songbird flutters
and flies far awayJonathan English
Washington, DC
missed voice mail
his final tag
you’re itLorraine A Padden
San Diego, CA USA
writing and rewriting my grievances a letter you’ll never read
Eleanor Dean
Massachusetts, United States
Exercise and health/cooking breakdowns were popular:
clothes organizer
those with large sizes still
on the indoor bikeMirela Brailean
Romania
power lifting
the muscle memory
of covidmarilyn ashbaugh
edwardsburg, michigan
Marathon training—
new running shoes
still in the boxCaroline Ridley-Duff
England
I gave it my all
this heated attempt to melt
10 pounds from the earthShelli Jankowski-Smith
Massachusetts, USA
adding
an extra notch . . .
Orion’s beltLori Kiefer
London UK
harvest moon
i’ll put on
weight againCharles Harper
Yokohama
my best intentions
languish upon countertop
last year’s air fryerJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
cookie jar
the resolve
crumblesRavi Kiran
India
healthy diet: day 4
she looks for will power
in a chip bagPam Joy
Southeast Alaska
sweet tooth
won
last yearGovind Joshi
Dehradun, India
stretching the truth …
my new yoga mat
gets a workoutBonnie J Scherer
Palmer, Alaska USA
Measuring tape
confirms living
in the momentApril Woody
Virginia
battle of wills
my food-loving dog
stops waggingIngrid Baluchi
North Macedonia
listing a mixer
for sale on eBay
never openedBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
old recipe
burnt cookies
in a new ovenDubravka Šćukanec
Hrvatska
French cooking class
my soufflé
a flopRuth Holzer
Herndon, Virginia
Below are the rest of my long list selections:
the heat—
finding our winning ticket
after the claim deadlineP. H. Fischer
Vancouver, Canada
between me and my thought a hole in the wall
S.Eta Grubešić
Bukovac, Srbija
sidewalk…
well-loved books in a box
for freeDeborah Karl-Brandt
Bonn, Germany
midnight moon
recycling last year’s
resolutionHelen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA
I make a mess
of trimming the hedge
summer cloudsTony Williams
Scotland, UK
back tour motherland…
I fumble speaking
my mother tongueNitu Yumnam
India
Tuscany
finally letting go
of the dreamSeretta Martin
San Diego, CA, USA
harnessing the mule train
and breaking again
the night spider’s webSheila Barksdale
United Kingdom
sharing day
a kitchen full
of antsSherry Grant
Auckland, New Zealand
snow-covered fir
I leave him
for motherRicha Sharma
India
warm breeze
finding yet another new spot
for last year’s seedsWai Mei Wong
Toronto, Canada
Eighth-grade home-ec class
Sewing my first wool skirt I
Did not match the plaidsJennifer Gurney
United States
doves leave . . .
defeat of haiku in voicing
my thoughtBipasha Majumder (De)
West Bengal, India
all the books
I’m still not reading
social mediaEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
lost game—
going back home
unscoredpartita persa—
tornando a casa
senza punteggioDennys Cambarau
Sardinia, Italy
wrong note
the whole room
grimacesSuraja Roychowdhury
Lexington, MA, USA
rusty locks
cobwebs on my violin
and the Mozart bustTsanka Shishkova
Bulgaria
plant a seed
that does not sprout—
my failureMaria Teresa Sisti
Italy
failing
to pay proper respect
the sun has setHla Yin Mon
Yangon, Myanmar
pouring rain
a flood of rejections
in my inboxJackie Chou
United States
the spring hills
rectus abdominis
further and farther awaysimonj
UK
a lost camera…
across the uncharted sea
a summer sunsetMarilyn Ward
UK
fifty-third
lap of the sun
still not found myselfTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
rejection letter
back to square one
for a hot chocolateSamo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia
ghost town
some of the resolutions
dust in the windStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
my poor
choice of words
hunger moonBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois, USA
parting—
the other half of the haiku
written in the windseparazione –
l’altra metà dello haiku
scritto nel ventoMaria Teresa Piras
Serrenti – Italy
dry spell
no ripples
in the frog pondCaroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
after months of practice,
a sneeze ruins
her singing concertGuido De Pelsmaeker
België (Holsbeek)
social outcast
a thousand flamingoes
walk awaylev hart
Calgary, Canada
cherry tomatoes
rotting on the vine—
seeds of regretAnn Sullivan
Massachusetts USA
first page
of the calendar—
abandoned diaryAna Drobot
Romania
a thousand words of encouragement
but …
every night I cryNani Mariani
Australia
Only
Who
Can
Help
Frozen
SnowWillow Brandt
Ashfork
third time
misses the ball
my old dogChittaluri Satyanarayana
Hyderabad, India
dance recital—
watching the other children
twirlColette Kern
Southold, NY
Heavy hand of time:
I feel it on my shoulder
As autumn wind blowsEvan Spivack
Teaneck, NJ
chewed nails
seen through varnish…
the waitKavita Ratna
India
winter solitude
counting stars
in cloudy skiesRjeey Ilarina
Daja Sur, Banga, Aklan Philippines
disconnection
another year
without my sisterMargaret Mahony
Australia
neglected child
watching a star fall—
my life storyArnel Lanorio
Nueva Ecija, Philippines
starry sky
I fail to see
backyard firefliesMeera Rehm
UK
loud mooing…
the dung beetle blunders
into milling hoovesAl Gallia
Louisiana USA
the tailings pond’s
metallic teal water
an empty wombMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
death notice
losing a chance for
the promised visitBona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA
school report card
i wish i were
not a bullyChristopher Calvin
Kota Mojokerto, Indonesia
pondering on
the chances
i didn’t takeJelive Geverola
Carmen, Bohol, Philippines
featured haiku
can’t find
my entryRuth H. Hermosa
Gloria, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines
Ulysses
gets the better of me
another yearAlfred Booth
Lyon, France
pregnancy
her vision vanishes
without a heartbeatJan Stretch
Victoria, Canada
grabbing a snowflake
the new opportunity
dissolves in my fistMarcia Burton
Salt Spring Island, Canada
closet still
disorganized
so many hangupsSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
my ambition to walk
the entire length of Japan
only a dreamkris moon kondo
Kiyokawa, Kanagawa, Japan
a short story’s
long internment—
never submittedKimberly Kuchar
Austin, Texas
Join us next week for John’s commentary on additional poems, & our next prompt…
Guest Editor John S Green, author of Whimsy Park: Children’s Poems for the Whole Family, is widely published in all styles of poetry – especially haiku. John lived in Europe before moving to the United States at age thirteen. His daughter cooks with spice, and his wife still laughs at his jokes.
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Thanks John for selecting my Haiku. And to all the those whose haiku was selected, congratulations. And the images in these haiku shine like morning gold threads and capture the readers attention to read them again and again.
Thank you so much for including my haiku
my voice
silenced long ago
you are still talking
I really enjoyed reading all the haikus but there are a couple that really stole my heart:
half moon—
all those words
that you didn’t say
Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă
Romania
ungiven caress—
the silence of a crocus
in the snow
Daniela Misso
Italy
and one person that I see often on here:
listing a mixer
for sale on eBay
never opened
Barrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
It’s fun to watch for Barrie’s haiku. Not only do they really resonate for me but he is al so from Massachusetts.
Thanks to all the poets…I loved reading them all.
Vicki Vogt
Watertown, MA USA
Thank you for including my haiku in your long list! There were so many other haiku that really struck a chord with me, but a few did particularly stand out. Just to note two of them:
my ambition to walk
the entire length of Japan
only a dream
by kris moon kondo…perhaps the regret of old age? Certainly not only meets the theme but leaves the reader with a strong visual image of the writer’s desire.
pregnancy
her vision vanishes
without a heartbeat
by Jan Stretch…this hits hard and lasts, a poem that I can’t easily get out of my mind.
I am baffled. Isn’t there usually a prompt due tonight, Jan. 28th? I don’t see one.
Hi Seretta,
Beginning with the new year, Haiku Dialogue has begun a new format. Each prompt is now a two-week cycle. The first week, the editors lists their ‘long list’ of selections without comment. The second week the top selections with comments are listed. So there is a prompt due only every other Saturday by midnight now.
Thanks for asking.
John
While these are all wonderful, I think this is my favorite:
seven summers
he is still searching for me
in every woman
Vandana Parashar
India
Thanks much, John for including my haiku in this long list of “Failure” selection.
A great read.
I particularly liked
failing
to pay proper respect
the sun has set
Hla Yin Mon
Yangon, Myanmar
I so relate to this.
And
school report card
i wish i were
not a bully
Christopher Calvin
Kota Mojokerto, Indonesia
I like this for accepting a past mistake which is the first step towards a new reformed life.
Thanks for your contributions, Govind.
Enjoy your weekend,
John
You are welcome, John. And likewise.
I agree with Eavonka Ettiger, most of these haiku resonate with me. I think it’s easier to dwell on the failures with regrets, or maybe it’s just me.
One I particularly liked was Eleanor ‘s monoku of writing and rewriting letters of grievances, but this may be less of a failure than a therapeutic way to get out hurts and negative feelings as long as the letters are not sent. During a separation and divorce, I had a journal of “letters not sent” which got out toxic emotions without hurting the person(s) to which they were directed. Eventually I destroyed the journal, which also had positive entries as well. For that time it helped me through a rough time. Eleanor, I wish a positive outcome for you.
Jelive ‘s haiku
pondering on
the chancesth
I didn’t take
again speaks to me as looking back and the regrets I might have as the failure.
Congratulations to all the poets. Well done to all. I was impressed by them. I be reading and rereading them throughout the week.
My failure to submit this week is not a regret. I got to finally travel to, finally meet my newest grandson, and spend time with my son and his wife before returning home.
Hi Nancy,
Congratulations on your grandson! I have a grandson who is my only grandchild. He is 13 months old.
I think poetry in general is a form of therapy. I write haibun and others styles of poetry as well in addition to haiku.
Hi John,
Isn’t having a grandchild wonderful? A thirteen-month old is a fantastic time of It life…toddling around, learning to speak, and understands more than he can say. It just changes one’s perspective, and for myself, it makes me want to help build a better world for them. My husband and I have six between us, and they range from a sophomore in college to a three-month old.
It also gives me, at least, a greater writing perspective and does work as therapy. I find I write all sorts of poetry and keep trying to understand more..
So many beautiful poems! Thank you, John, for including one of mine.
A few of my favourites:
I gave it my all
this heated attempt to melt
10 pounds from the earth
Shelli Jankowski-Smith
Massachusetts, USA
This powerful turn of thought had me read the poem a few times and then connect with a sense of wonder. Yeah, where does lost weight actually go? I love it.
adding
an extra notch . . .
Orion’s belt
Lori Kiefer
London UK
This image is immediate, palpable and speaks for itself. I love the metaphor!
pregnancy
her vision vanishes
without a heartbeat
Jan Stretch
Victoria, Canada
Firstly, Jan, we are neighbours! I am on Salt Spring Island. This poem really hit my heart. The way you pair the sense of hearing and seeing is powerful. It may not be autobiographical, but if it is, I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you so much Marcia. Glad you like it! Lori 🧡
Thank you John for including my haiku among another great collection this week! Love the theme!
Thanks for your kind mention of my haiku Marcia, I’m glad you enjoyed it! 😊🙏🏼
Thanks for your excellent comments, Marcia.
Thank you John, for including one of my haiku among this stellar grouping! A very resonant theme. I enjoyed so many… here are a couple that I kept circling back to:
old recipe
burnt cookies
in a new oven
Dubravka Šćukanec
Hrvatska
Sometimes that mismatch between old and new is disappointing. I recently got a new oven after 25 years with my old one, and can relate to this!
social outcast
a thousand flamingoes
walk away
lev hart
Calgary, Canada
A sad idea, but this unlikely image just delighted me. A thousand flamingoes… that’s really getting the cold pink shoulder from a big crowd!
Thanks for the effort to comment, Shelli!
This one also stands out for me:
my best intentions
languish upon countertop
last year’s air fryer
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona USA
An exquisite portrayal of the mundane. Comedy with an ironic note. That air fryer is worthy of a whole series of tv sitcoms. 🙂
Ha! We just got an air fryer and my wife had it cleaned in 20 minutes and we used three nights in a row. There is a haiku friend on Facebook who posts about her air fryer dishes which inspired me to get one. I love to cook . . .
. . . but I have to say that I think Jenn’s leaving out of the definite article in L2 was a mistake : we used to call this sort of language use “Tontoism” or “Tonto Speak” (after the Lone Ranger’s friend). It makes the ku sound like a spoof. an imitation of Japanese or other languages. I don’t know if that was intentional or not.
It would be so easy to get rid of that superfluous “top” Of course anything on the counter is on the countertop. Where else could it possibly be?
I’d suggest:
my best intentions
languish upon the counter
last year’s air fryer
.
(Ha, John, You could write a recipe book ,”My Year with an Air Fryer”. Sure to be a best seller. 🙂 )
featured haiku
can’t find
my entry
Ruth H. Hermosa
Gloria, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines
.
Ouch! This senryu resonates for me and I’m sure many others have had this experience, too. Here (in the view of the ‘I’ of the ku ) is the moment of imminent failure, the moment immediately before one is faced with the fact that one’s entry is not among the chosen ‘featured haiku’ entries.
There is suspense. This verse is short, simple and cinematic, too, for this reader: I can easily see the facial expressions of the “I” of the ku changing from expectation to disappointment to a sense of failure (however short) as if I was filming her, close up.
Smoothly done, Ruth. This ku stands out for me among many excellent entries..
Yes, we all do the scroll to see if our haiku will appear among the editor’s selections. I understand the wide swing between disappointment and joy.
It’s so odd how much I enjoyed all these “failures”. Probably because I can relate to them all so well.
Thank you, John, for including mine! I had a slightly different read on one of my favorite poems:
unarranging
another meet up
depression
C.X.Turner
United Kingdom
For me, as someone who also suffers from depression and anxiety, this one felt far more about how the disease disassociates me from socializing with anyone. But now that I think about it, that is still a relationship breakdown, eh?
Yes, I think so. But not necessarily romantic ones.
Thanks, Eavonka for your post.
Thank you John for including my haiku. Just loved this weeks theme
ash moon.
I can’t make you love me
if you don’t
Susan Burch
Hagerstown ND
Very poignant, struck a chord with me..
‘ash moon’ is very effective in this poem.
Thanks, Margaret
O wow! I have to ponder for every poem. Best regards to all the contributors.
John, thank you for including my poem on your long list. There were quite a few that stood out to me. Here are my comments on three of them.
the spring hills
rectus abdominis
further and farther away
simonj
UK
~ I love the metaphor of winter weight gain followed by the scientific anatomical term for what the hills have covered up. The use of both ‘further’ and ‘farther’ made me stop and think as well.
all the books
I’m still not reading
social media
Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
~ I was caught in a delightful loop by this poem, reading it two ways. As the prompt was ‘failure’ it must mean that social media is taking up book reading time, rather than ‘so many books, who has time for social media?’
cookie jar
the resolve
crumbles
Ravi Kiran
India
~ says it all in very few words. The image of resolve crumbling along with the cookie that will be eaten is perfect.
Thank you so much, April, for your incisive commentary! You read me so clearly. 😊
Ty April. I’m still thinking about ‘further’ and ‘farther’!
Wonderful comments, April.
Thanks,
John
So much to enjoy here! My personal favorite:
adding
an extra notch . . .
Orion’s belt
Lori Kiefer
London UK
Several fun ones — or maybe not — about dieting:
healthy diet: day 4
she looks for will power
in a chip bag
Pam Joy
Southeast Alaska
In our family, we say Will Power, and then wonder who he is.
and
I gave it my all
this heated attempt to melt
10 pounds from the earth
Shelli Jankowski-Smith
Massachusetts, USA
It’s got to go somewhere, I guess.
I love this one too:
sharing day
a kitchen full
of ants
Sherry Grant
Auckland, New Zealand
Thank you for this variety of failures, John, and for including one of mine. So glad I’m not alone.
Thanks for mentioning one of my haiku Ingrid, I’m glad you enjoyed it! 😁
Thanks, Ingrid, for your comments. We are never alone in our failures!
John, I really appreciate being among the selections for this theme. Thank you very much. (FYI, I noticed that the ‘l’ is missing on my first line as the word was ‘loud’).
[l]oud mooing…
the dung beetle blunders
into milling hooves
Al Gallia
Louisiana USA
Oh, no. Sorry about that, Al. I’ll ask to have it corrected asap.
All the best,
John
Odličan posao gospon Green, hvala Vam puno!
1.
između mene i moje misli rupa u zidu
S.Eta Grubešić
Bukovac, Srbija
————–
Dvolinijski haiku… Moja
omiljena forma. Bravo, Eta!
2.
stari recept
izgoreni kolačići
u novoj pećnici
Dubravka Šćukanec
Hrvatska
————
Šteta, ako su zdravi kolačiči, ako su “gurmanski”, i nije baš… 🤗
3.
prekinuta veza
nedovoljno kintsugija
za popravak antike
Mona Iordan
Rumunjska
—————
Ah, ta antika… 😁
Bravo, draga Mona!
Thanks so much for your comments, Zdenka Now I need to translate them!
Thanks you, Zdenka, for mentioning my haiku ! Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks John for another intriguing selection. Two poems in particular grabbed my attention:
fifty-third
lap of the sun
still not found myself
Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
I love poems which make me stop and think which is exactly what happened here. Thank you Tracy for using such an interesting phrase.
dry spell
no ripples
in the frog pond
Caroline Giles Banks
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
I find Caroline’s poem open to so many interpretations. Has the pond dried up? Perhaps it’s an imaginary pond and the ripples refer to lines of poetry? There’s lots here to excite my imagination.
Thanks, Nick for highlighting two of your favorites. well played by Caroline on the ripples of poetry you reference!
Thank you John for including me on this list of successful haiku about failures! These three haiku resonated with me. I love the word choices here in all three. Each one became part of a haibun in my mind when reading them:
stretching the truth …
my new yoga mat
gets a workout
Bonnie J Scherer
~~~~~
missed voice mail
his final tag
you’re it
Lorraine A Padden
~~~~~
my poor
choice of words
hunger moon
Bryan Rickert
~~~~~
~~~~~
Thanks for your appreciation of my poem! I’d love to read your haibun if you write one. You’ll find me on Facebook. 🙂
I have been writing a lot of haibun. Drifting Sands just had a call for collaborative haibun . I did one with a friend and it will appear in the next issue.
Thanks for commenting, Sari.