HAIKU DIALOGUE – Sanctuary of the Senses – Sound and/or Sight – long list
Sanctuary of the Senses with Guest Editor Carole MacRury
As haiku poets, we are familiar with being out in nature, living in the present moment awake to all sensory input, sight, sound, scent, touch, and taste. Sensory experiences can regulate the nervous system and support physical and mental health. Sensory practices and rituals can strengthen mind-body connections and regulate hormones to ease anxiety. I, myself, found ways to utilize the senses to remove debilitating anxiety attacks in my youth. Today, children identified as having sensory sensitivities receive treatment early on to help them process what can be overwhelming or underwhelming sensory responses. My own grandchild successfully underwent sensory processing treatment as a toddler.
A sanctuary is a place of refuge that offers safety and respite from the stresses of our lives, be it within our own homes, a bird sanctuary, a holy place, or at the kitchen table of a dear friend. A sanctuary is personal to each of us. We bring to these sanctuaries our senses whether it is our favorite color, a hot bath, a massage, favorite music, a cup of warm tea, or a hug from a loved one. Our ways and means are endless and unique. Our two prompts will invite you to discover the ways you create your own sanctuary of the senses to cope with the daily stresses of life and to enhance your own well-being.
Below is Carole’s selection of poems on the topic of Sound and/or Sight:
Thank you poets, for your amazing response to this final Sanctuary prompt. As you read through this list, you’ll discover the myriad ways sight and/or sound brought moments of sanctuary or respite to your daily lives. Moments of sanctuary were found in nature, in music, in prayer, in meditation, in birdsong, love song, silo song, and even throat song. Reading your haiku has enriched my life and I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. From ordinary earthly tasks to the heavens or the arms of a loved one, you’ll feel the familiar sense of sanctuary. See if you can locate the one haiku that speaks to the lack of sanctuary in a place where one should feel safe. There were many excellent poems that are not included in this list. Truly wonderful poems that wrote to the sight/sound part of the prompt but lacked the sense of sanctuary called for in this theme. I fully expect to come across them in future publications. Deep bow to everyone who contributed poems. Stay tuned for the dozen poems I’ve set aside for commentary and if your poem didn’t make it to either list, I hope you enjoyed exploring the theme. Please take the time to acknowledge a few favorites. I plan on doing so myself, especially for those poems that opened my eyes to something new.
here
then already not here
cherry blossomsLori Kiefer
U.K.
desert painting
my palette matches
the smell of sagePeggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
angler and fish
stillness
as a lureDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
silo singing
prayers gathered
for the harvestmarilyn ashbaugh
usa
quiet enough for the sound of wings to matter
Gabrielle Higgins
Australia
temple on the hill
blue irises and wind chimes
along the pathTsanka Shishkova
Sofia, Bulgaria
peeling potatoes
one by one
– blackbird’s song.Nikola Đuretić
Zagreb, Croatia
the cat and I
sharing a window
when it rainsDebbie Feller
IL, USA
slow-walking the poplars to me
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
Verona – Italy
relaxing into
the buzz of bumblebees
mountain onsenLouise Hopewell
Australia
raking
my stone garden – the sound
of perfect circlesMorgan Ophir
Sydney, Australia
before the sounds
of everyday
birdsongBilly Antonio
Laoac, Pangasinan, Philippines
the nurse’s red hair – another sunrise
Ivan Georgiev
Germany
summer dawn
the soft snoring
of horsesEva Limbach
Germany
slipping in
my hearing aids
break of dawnMargaret Tau
New Bern, NC
the hare feigns
invisibility
I feign blindnessBob Zaslow
Sedro Woolley, WA
throat singing
the underhum
of beesCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
singing bowl
for a moment, my day
catches its breathMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
scintilla
of self –
in a sunbeamTim Chamberlain
Tokyo, Japan
it all depends
on your mood
guitar soloJohn S Green
Bellingham, Washington
winter lullaby ––
the call-and-response
of barred owlsSheila Sondik
Bellingham, Washington
father’s library
a silverfish vanishes
between two epicsSandip Chauhan
Great Falls, Virginia, USA
singing wind chimes the length of my cat’s paw
Sharon Ferrante
Daytona Beach, FL
observation car
her invisible disability
recognizes mineAlan Bridges
Bellingham, Washington
beyond my drawn curtain –
the clarity of
tuisongAnne Curran
Hamilton New Zealand
beach sunset
i carry the ocean’s sounds
back homeBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
India
on my cushion—
breathing
in the sunPatricia Haddock
United States
world at war
burying them one by one
marigold seedsDeborah Karl-Brandt
Sinzig, Germany
sacred sound
Om vibrates throughout
the bodyStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
yellow butterfly
closing; then opening
a door into sunlightLorraine Schein
Sunnyside, Queens, NYC
the deep drones
of a singing bowl
thin mistKanjini Devi
The Far North, Aotearoa NZ
almost forty years —
the soft song of our
bedtime kissVictor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA
chanting om
i rise above myself
in a city parkJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
tinkling bells …
the smell of incense
as i settleAnn Sullivan
Arlington MA
in foreign place –
window wide open
to church bellsDanijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia
waking into Saturday mourning doves
Ann K. Schwader
Westminster, CO
at the summit
the sound of the ocean
in the windMark Gilbert
UK
wildflower field
that place inside me
I know by heartStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
rocking chair . . .
the soft chirping
of a cricketDaniela Misso
Italy
reading by the fireside
the beat of the rain
against the windowOlivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland
whistling wind…
a rose petal
in backlightfischio del vento…
un petalo di rosa
in controluceangiola inglese
Italia
red T-shirt
perfect for this drizzly day
its block-printed rosesMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
do i hear
the earth’s rotation
long nightSumitra Kumar
India
the evening song
of a blackbird
the sound of homeAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
in the rhythm of a cicada’s song cankama
Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
a rustling of leaves
my happy place
amid library shelvesTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
breathing green spring rains
Nancy Orr
Lewiston, Maine USA
coffee
by the window…two sparrows
dip in and out of sightmadeleine kavanagh
California
blackbird song —
we have so much
to tell each otherTomislav Maretić
Gornje Vrapče/Croatia
a soft green morning
matcha turns in the bowl
becoming lightC.X. Turner
U.K.
rain murmur overhead a moment with mom
petro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
shallow stream
its clear burble washes away
my worriesJenny Shepherd
London, UK
taichi on the grass –
bluebirds and thrushes
replacing spotifyCristina Povero
Italy
garden afternoon
a honey bee and me
sharing the nowGary Evans
Stanwood, Washington, USA
harbor dawn
following sea lion barks
into the fogKerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
church harp—
i’m dancing in the incense
with an angelCurt Linderman
United States
convalescence
winds in the cedars
and distant foghornsMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
my ritual
quiet classical music
while reading a bookGordana Kurtović
Croatia
no lights on –
the scent of lilac
even strongerAna Drobot
Romania
returning home
the susurrus of rain
in mother’s guava treeSonam Chhoki
Bhutan
her climbing rose
pats my window
mom’s last lullabyTré
Blue Ridge, USA
spring bird song
how often I want
to know their namesChrista Pandey
Austin, TX, USA
my hometown —
horse chestnut blossoms
everywhereSanjana Zorinc
Croatia
a deep breath
in the day
falling SakuraSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
gusting wind
loblolly needles
rain on my tentAJ Johnson
Stephens City, VA USA
catching sunrise —
the racing sliver through
a window crackSangita Kalarickal
United States
the hundredth candle
on the birthday cake-
the same waterfall’s soundAnica Marcelic
Croatia
dreamless night –
a tawny owl somewhere
in the hillsHynek Koziol
Czechia
moonlit night—
an evening gathering
of delicate songsFatma Zohra Habis
Algeria
teacup clicks
into the saucer
my oldest friendTaryn Greenfield
Tacoma, WA
lunch break
the lullaby
of an old peepal(The Peepal [Ficus religiosa], commonly known as the Sacred Fig or Bodhi tree is a spiritually significant tree native to the Indian subcontinent. The leaves due to their unique shape produce a calming rustle even at the slightest breeze.)
Anju Kishore
Bengaluru, India
flat wick lamp
my shadow ticks
like a clockStacy R. Nigliazzo
Houston TX (USA)
kitchen window
a swaying crystal creates
rainbows on the wallEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
breathing –
the trolley bell
clangsAlan Harvey
Tacoma, WA
morning music
the fascinating rhythm
of birdsongCarol Reynolds
Australia
mowed grass
with morning freshness
clear mindRefika Dedić
Bosnia and Herzegovina
alone now
I hear my children’s voices
in my dreamsMargaret Mahony
Australia
eucalyptus leaves
rustling in evening’s breeze
I find my way homeDamon Huss
Santa Monica, CA
school bell
back to being
bulliedMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
a drift of azaleas awash in blooms…full stop
Margaret Anderson
Vancouver BC
his sensitivity
to the pitch of tones
the old drummerBoryana Boteva
Sofia, Bulgaria
lotus pond . . .
from the waterfall
a lullabyValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
garden chimes
deepen the gold
of my sunflowersVera Kochanowsky
Falls Church, Virginia
Join us next week for Carole’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios:
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).
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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sun
upon water
looking glass
So many wonderful Haiku, too many to respond to all. But this one, is so magical to my mind, Lorraine Schein creates magic as she writes:
“yellow butterfly
closing; then opening
a door into sunlight”
Lorraine Schein
Sunnyside, Queens, NY
Thanks, Linda! I wrote this after seeing a yellow butterfly a few weeks after my mother died.
Your Language of the Flowers Haiku Dialogue was truly memorable, Carole.
How wonderful that you’ve returned with this inspiring series!
Thank you for listing my submission amongst these beautiful poems.
Sonam
Dear Sonam, Thank you for bringing up a previous prompt, The Language of Flowers. Creating prompts is something I really enjoy and I look forward to it. I always hope my lengthy researched prompts help poets dig deep to find their own unique way of expression. Thank you for yours! One can literally hear the rain with ‘susurrus’ and to so many of us sanctuary is indeed ‘home’. Especially after an absence. The addition of a loved ones tree adds even more to the sense of sanctuary.
returning home
the susurrus of rain
in mother’s guava tree
Sonam Chhoki
Bhutan
This was a lovely reflective read. A couple of many I returned to were:
teacup clicks
into the saucer
my oldest friend
Taryn Greenfield
The possible multiple meanings here is charming. The favorite cup, reflecting on friendship alone, or tea for two. And the word clicks captures that cup sound.
breathing green spring rains
Nancy Orr
So much refreshment in four words.
Thanks Nancy, for pointing out a couple of favorites. Love your thoughts on Taryn’s poem. Yes, ‘clicks’ really added something…almost felt like a toast. :-)
Carole, Valentina’s haiku stood out to me, as well.
lotus Pond…
from the waterfall
a lullaby
I am enjoying each and every one of these sanctuaries:)
I always love to know that everyone brings their own ‘selves’ to a haiku through their own experiences, Madeleine. Love the sounds of water in Valentina’s poem.
I agree Carole…love the sounds, too:)
Hi Carole
Thank you for putting all these lovely poems together…a heartwarming read! Thank you for posting my haiku:) And thanks to Haiku Dialogue’s volunteer team for everything they do to keep the Dialogue running smoothly.
Eavonka’s haiku spoke to me…having a rainbow in the kitchen! :)
kitchen window
a swaying crystal
creates rainbows on the wall
(I also loved Eavonka’s poem from last week’s commentary: “Butterfly Hug…” :)
Three I enjoyed a lot:
quiet enough for the sound of wings to matter
Gabrielle Higgins
Australia
—
peeling potatoes
one by one
– blackbird’s song.
Nikola Đuretić
Zagreb, Croatia
—
it all depends
on your mood
guitar solo
John S Green
Bellingham, Washington
Daman, awesome choices. These three were at the top of my list and certainly deserved commentary, so glad to see they were your favorites too. It’s always difficult to narrow down a limited number for commentary. Twelve poems coming up next week. :-)
Gabrielle’s sound of wings carries a lot of emotional weight. Love it.
and Nikola’s earthy task of peeling potatos contrasts nicely with birdsong. Enjoyed the pivot in the 2nd line, one by one, potato being peeled, blackbirds breaking into song. And John’s guitar really spoke to me, having a son who disappears to play his guitar to de-stress.
Damon, thanks for contributing your lovely poem. I love how sound, even scent, helps you find your way home, either literally or figuratively! Lots of depth in that last line.
eucalyptus leaves
rustling in evening’s breeze
I find my way home
Damon Huss
Santa Monica, CA
Thanks for this commentary, Carole. And thank you for including my poem in this list among so many other splendid examples.
Thanks so much Carole for including me in this wonderful collection.
Thank you Stephen. Guest editor for Haiku Dialogue is something I look forward to every year and I’m grateful for all who contribute to my prompts.
What an incredible feeling of sanctuary reading these haiku. I especially love Gabrielle Higgins’ sound of wings, Debbie Feller’s cat, Morgan Ophir’s perfect circles, Ivan Georgiev’s sunrise, Sumitra Kumar’s long night, and Alan Harvey’s trolley bell (because I know what trolley bell he’s talking about!).
And thanks for including my haiku in the long list Carole.
Thanks so much Taryn, both for contributing your lovely poem and highlighting a few of your favorites. I’m sure the poets appreciate it! I don’t hear trolly bells much, perhaps though in San Francisco, but love the sound!
Thank you so much, Carole, for selecting my poem to be included in this amazing collection of sight and sound.
I was particularly struck by the movement and word choices in Sandip’s great poem:
father’s library
a silverfish vanishes
between two epics
Sandip Chauhan
Great Falls, Virginia, USA
Libraries have always been a sanctuary to me, and family one’s even more so.
Thanks for posting a favorite Eavonka. Library’s are special places for many….and one’s family library, even more so. A lot of poignancy in Sandip’s haiku. Makes me wonder how my kids are going to feel being left with my library.!
Congratulations to all the poets. Powerful, poignant, and peaceful poems and in reading them, it was also meditative.
I, too, was struck by Margie Gustafson’s “school bells” as a real gut punch. I bet I am not alone in this feeling especially since I still recall an abusive teacher of mine. She wasn’t just abusive to me, but basically to my whole third class. When she mentioned near the end of the year, she was going to teach the fourth grade so that she could have us again, I know I panicked. I wasn’t the only one.
Alan Harvey’s trolley bell clang made me smile, and also to wonder about the story behind it.
breathing –
the trolley bell
clangs
Alan Harvey
Again, congrats to all., and thanks to those volunteers behind the scenes for all the work you do to support Carole and all the guest editors.
I agree, Nancy, about Margies poem. I bet a lot of us have that ‘one’ teacher that made our lives miserable, or as so happens today, that one kid or group of kids picking someone out someone to torment. It definiately had the sense of a broken sanctuary.
Carole this is a beautiful collection of haiku.
quiet enough for the sound of birds to matter
Gabrielle Higgins
This was a stand out for me, as an early morning walker.
Thank you for including my haiku.congrats to all poets.
Thank you Carole for sharing my “petal in backlight”, I’ll take some time to point out the verses that most awakened an emotion in me.
Hi folks, I’m going to join you in offering a few favorites the next few days as so many of these lovely poems deserve special notice and appreciation. Here are just a few that I found offered a unique perspective to the theme of sanctuary.
silo singing
prayers gathered
for the harvest
marilyn ashbaugh
usa
On my regular travels across the county by car, I pass many silos. This haiku will come to mind when I’m next on the road! I see silos as full, and never considered them as empty, and the reverberations that might be found within one. Apparently it’s so special that silo singing is a thing. You will find many u-tube examples. Thanks for this marilyn. A unique way to show a moment of sanctuary through songs of prayer.
the nurse’s red hair – another sunrise
Ivan Georgiev
Germany
A unique take on the theme of sanctuary, Ivan. While many find sanctuary in nature, this poem suggests that santuary can be found by simply being grateful to wake to a new day cheered by the color of a carer’s hair.
the hare feigns
invisibility
I feign blindness
Bob Zaslow
Sedro Woolley, WA
Another unusual take on the theme, in that it two different creatures are respecting the sanctuary of the other by pretending they aren’t there. The middle line offers a lovely pivot.
in foreign place –
window wide open
to church bells
Danijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia
Oop, I clicked post before I’d finished. One more comment on Danijela’s haiku.
in foreign place –
window wide open
to church bells
Danijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia
The alliteration of ‘window wide open’ provides musicality as well as a sense of openess not just of the window, but the person too. Wherever there is church bells, they will provide a sense of sanctuary for this traveling poet. It offers the familiar sense of home and spiritual comfort.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Carolе!
Thank you for such a fresh and poignant take on the sanctuary theme Ivan.
A wonderful selection of poems, Carole! Congratulations to everyone featured! Touched by many, especially these:
sacred sound
Om vibrates throughout
the body
Stephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
a rustling of leaves
my happy place
amid library shelves
Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
blackbird song —
we have so much
to tell each other
Tomislav Maretić
Gornje Vrapče/Croatia
rain murmur overhead a moment with mom
petro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
school bell
back to being
bullied
Margie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
Thank you for sharing a few favorites, Nitu. As you can imagine I had a tough time selecting only a dozen to comment on. I was so impressed by the quality of the haiku submitted this second round. I’m happy to see Margie’s ”school bell’, mentioned. I found is so raw and real as it speaks what is a ‘broken sanctuary’ when a school is no longer safe.
Carole
Thank you so much for including me, Carole! This is a wonderfully curated list of haiku that strikes so many chords. I enjoyed reading everyone’s work. Also, I love your calla lily photo—the light is so delicate.
Thanks Tré, I have a series of photos of this little ladybug as she completly circled the lip of the lily, before flying off. What I enjoyed about yours, was the not only the sense of peace and remembrance of mother in the sound of the rose tapping your window, but the way the 2nd line reminds me of motherly pats received as a child and the soft rhythm of a lullaby. I also like to think the climbing rose resembles growth, moving on, as it continues to grow enough to tap a window.
her climbing rose
pats my window
mom’s last lullaby
Tré
Blue Ridge, USA
Aww, how wonderful! I hope you will exhibit them, if you haven’t already.
Your perspective warms my heart! I’m very grateful, thank you for sharing your thoughts and connecting with it so deeply. Those pats are a sanctuary that I still carry to this day. Also, you plucked the truth behind the climbing rose. We outgrew that little house, and the rose remained long after we moved on.
garden chimes
deepen the gold
of my sunflowers
Vera Kochanowsky
Falls Church, Virginia
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This haiku brings back a memory of the sunflowers that my mother used to grow.
I like your mention of Vera’s haiku Valentina. Thanks. It also is a good example of synesthesia, where two senses, in this case, sound and color, combine to create a blending of senses.
Carole, thanks so very much for selecting my haiku for publication. Thanks also to the many people at the Haiku Foundation who lend their time and efforts to this column.
I loved the sound of water in your haiku. Valentina. Such a soothing sound and beautiful setting. When my mother was in care, I would often take her out to the garden area, where we would sit at such a place, and simple soak in the calm. A lovely response to the theme.
lotus pond . . .
from the waterfall
a lullaby
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
Carole, thank-you for sharing this memory of your mother and you.