HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of you & Intro to Opposites Attract
the way of … and Introducing Opposites Attract
Welcome to Opposites Attract!
Hello – kj here – I want to begin by thanking Guest Editor Craig Kittner for his fabulous, thought-provoking prompts over the last two months. And thanks to all the other poets who have stepped up over the last year – this feature depends on YOU! Inquiries (via the Contact Form) always welcomed!
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’…
quarantine
compass needle
spinning
kjmunro
next week’s theme: OPPOSITES ATTRACT – open/shut
The deadline is midnight Pacific Daylight Savings Time, Saturday August 08, 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Please submit one or two original unpublished haiku inspired by the week’s theme by clicking here: Contact Form.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 Craig’s commentary for the way of you:
Now we’ve come full circle and are back to you. I hope you took the opportunity over the last nine weeks to try on some different personas, and in doing so to learn more about who you are, and who you want to be.
Inspiration, imitation, and the effort to channel your creativity into a particular form are good and necessary steps toward a fully realized and mature style. But ultimately you need an understanding of your true nature to complete the journey.
Let me invoke Bashō, one last time, to emphasize my point:
“Don’t follow in the footsteps of the old poets, seek what they sought.”
first flower . . .
the lawnmower makes
a u-turnMilan Rajkumar, Imphal, India
For many people, yard work brings about their most intimate interactions with nature. Glad to see it presented in this haiku. Much is left to the reader’s interpretation, including whether “lawnmower” refers to a machine or a person. To me it has the feel of an impersonal and implacable force. Was a u-turn made to avoid mowing over the first flower? Or did the flower fall victim to the mower?
flea market postcards
sand castles and Ferris wheels
wish you were still hereSari Grandstaff, Saugerties, NY
With their history and current standing in the community, 5-7-5 haiku come under a particular scrutiny. One tends to assume they were written either out of ignorance or boldness.
I feel if you are drawn to that form you should make use of it. Blindly avoiding it has no more authenticity than blindly embracing it.
Sari’s haiku makes good use of the form. Every word is essential to its meaning. There is no waste or bloating. The word vintage comes to mind and applies to both the haiku’s subject and its approach.
first light
the tree conjures up
a crowRobert Kingston
How well this haiku captures that moment when you realize there’s something more to what you’re looking at than you first realized. And it oozes such personality!
silent of songs
the last blackbird’s flight
thru the batscapesimonj UK
This too is rife with personality. Naming the night sky a batscape is genius. Overall, a beautiful expression of darkness, silence, and transition.
early am
a long walk
made of small pathsLaurie Greer
There’s a line in a Traveling Wilburys song that I’ve always loved: “She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper.” Laurie’s long walk on small paths strikes me in a similar way. Reminders of the mutability of experience. I feel as well that “am” could refer to morning or to simply being. It’s early morning and it’s early and I am.
How are you doing at being yourself as you write? Let’s hear about it in the comments section.
& here are the rest of Craig’s selections:
broken cloud
a white butterfly
bends the fuchsiaMarilyn Ward, Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK
On the move this spring,
my prayer beads must’ve fallen
—arriving somewhere.Ludo Yamamoto
first love…
a scent of roses
in my mindRosa Maria Di Salvatore
barefoot on the stone
amid stray leaf and dew drop
a snail’s silver trailAlbert Schepers, Windsor, Ontario
you and I
viewing on the beach
different mirageTeiichi Suzuki, Japan
waving goodbye –
the poems I never
shared with herDan Campbell
fading summer
I caress the skin
of a strangerEva Limbach, Germany
cloudy night
frog sits alone
moonless puddleVishnu Kapoor
wandering thoughts
the cricket plays only
on one stringStoianka Boianova
dark my house
the moth seeks light
in the neighbor’s windowvincenzo adamo
folds and fissures
in a limestone rock face
edelweissJanice Doppler
windblown roses
another direction
for the travellerAlan Summers, England
hush
in the garden listening
to butterfliesRehn Kovacic
housebound thirty years
I watch baby ducks grow
and fly freePris Campbell
floral arrangement
this urge to mother
my poemsDeborah P Kolodji, Temple City, California
doing me
I get all
shynancy liddle
not counting
syllables in bed
making haikuJohn Green
sprawling mountains
my arms stretched wide
for the cameraChristine L. Villa, USA
a journey
mountain of steps
hold my handMarie Therese
midday sun –
chasing the shade
from shadow to shadowNick T, UK
ice cream truck
the children think
I’m a grown-upBill Kenney
driftwood how far is far enough
Vandana Parashar
morning light—
tree tops
touched by flameHelen Ogden
‘classic radio’
I put ink in my fountain penHelga Stania
deep dive
a midnight swim
through my mindPeggy Hale Bilbro, Huntsville, Alabama
flittering
the day away . . .
this butterflyValentina Ranaldi-Adams, Fairlawn, Ohio USA
humid dawn
clinging to everything
last night’s rainBryan Rickert
star story
my child doodles a bear
into the night skyPat Davis NH
afterglow
here and gone
a yellow butterflyAgus Maulana Sunjaya, Tangerang, Indonesia
dog’s wet kiss—
her sigh
as deep as mineMadhuri Pillai
my summer –
pages of a book
in half-lightElisa Allo
sundial
my footsteps pausing
on the shaded pathJanice Munro
not remembering
name and day …….
autumn windAngiola Inglese
through the frame
of my airplane window
the Big DipperGreer Woodward, Waimea, HI
lockdown
folding a thousand
origami cranescezar-florin ciobica
Guest Editor Craig Kittner was born in Canton, Ohio in 1968 and took up residence in Wilmington, North Carolina in 2012. Between those two events, he lived in 14 different towns in 8 states and the District of Columbia. He has worked as a gallery director, magazine writer, restaurant owner, and blackjack dealer. Recent publications include Human/Kind Journal, Shot Glass Journal, The Heron’s Nest, and Bones. He currently serves as contest director for the North Carolina Poetry Society. Craig is fond of birds, cats, and rain… but rarely writes of cats.
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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Congratulations to all of the poets, and thanks to Craig and K.J. for continuing the column in new ways.
What a wonderful collection of poems reflecting so many different styles! I loved them all, but a few really stood out for me.
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broken cloud
a white butterfly
bends the fuchsia
—Marilyn Ward, Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK
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Beautiful, delicate image!
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housebound thirty years
I watch baby ducks grow
and fly free
—Pris Campbell
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Truly a poignant poem of longing to be free.
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doing me
I get all
shy
—nancy liddle
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Wonderfully reductive poem. The very structure echoes the way shy people pull into themselves.
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midday sun –
chasing the shade
from shadow to shadow
—Nick T, UK
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Had to laugh at this one because it is exactly how I walk! Love the flickering sun/shade/shadow effect.perfect!
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driftwood how far is far enough
—Vandana Parashar
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Perfectly concise image. It says all it needs to say in five words.
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morning light—
tree tops
touched by flame
—Helen Ogden
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Beautiful and startling. This evokes so many possibilities from the beauty of the morning sun to the recent horrific fires in Australia. Wow! A very open poem that leaves it to the reader to finish
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Thanks again Craig for making us consider the process as well as the end product. Writing is a journey of exploration, not a destination.
First off–thanks, Craig, for your spot-on comments on all the featured poems, and for your fantastic work on this blog. There is truly an art to creating prompts, and yours have been unfailingly challenging and inspiring. Each was truly a learning experience (equal emphasis on both words in this term) that will stay with me for a long time.
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I hope I have a chance to comment on more of the poems here, but meanwhile, the one that most affected me was:
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dog’s wet kiss—
her sigh
as deep as mine
Madhuri Pillai
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so true. When i see the “discoveries” science is making about animals’ emotions, it just kills me: hasn’t it always been obvious that animals are as sensitive as we are–if not more?! Thanks, Madjuri, for writing this.
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My best to all–stay well!
sorry for the typo Madhuri–now that is truly “me”
Thank you Craig for choosing such interesting subjects and providing such insightful commentary. I have been truly inspired by the contributions from all the poets.
THE INTRIGUINGNESS OF INNER LINES OF HAIKU
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Sometimes just one line before we see the other wonderful lines, and the dynamic of the whole haiku is a delight to savor, and pause before we dive into the whole magic of the poem! 🙂
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For example
broken cloud
Marilyn Ward, Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK
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arriving somewhere
Ludo Yamamoto
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first love…
Rosa Maria Di Salvatore
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barefoot on the stone
Albert Schepers, Windsor, Ontario
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different mirage
Teiichi Suzuki, Japan
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the poems I never
Dan Campbell
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I caress the skin
Eva Limbach, Germany
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moonless puddle
Vishnu Kapoor
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on one string
Stoianka Boianova
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the moth seeks light
vincenzo adamo
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folds and fissures
Janice Doppler
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windblown roses
Alan Summers, England
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in the garden listening
Rehn Kovacic
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housebound thirty years
Pris Campbell
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this urge to mother
Deborah P Kolodji, Temple City, California
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shy
nancy liddle
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syllables in bed
John Green
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for the camera
Christine L. Villa, USA
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mountain of steps
Marie Therese
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chasing the shade
Nick T, UK
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the children think
Bill Kenney
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how far is far enough
Vandana Parashar
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touched by flame
Helen Ogden
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‘classic radio’
Helga Stania
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through my mind
Peggy Hale Bilbro, Huntsville, Alabama
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flittering
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams, Fairlawn, Ohio USA
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clinging to everything
Bryan Rickert
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my child doodles a bear
Pat Davis NH
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here and gone
Agus Maulana Sunjaya, Tangerang, Indonesia
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as deep as mine
Madhuri Pillai
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in half-light
Elisa Allo
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my footsteps pausing
Janice Munro
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not remembering
Angiola Inglese
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through the frame
Greer Woodward, Waimea, HI
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folding a thousand
cezar-florin ciobica
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the lawnmower makes
Milan Rajkumar, Imphal, India
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flea market postcards
Sari Grandstaff, Saugerties, NY
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the tree conjures up
Robert Kingston
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the last blackbird’s flight
simonj UK
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made of small paths
Laurie Greer
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And how those inner lines of different poems leap and link amongst themselves, amongst those other poems!
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Alan
Wow! I love this. Something renku-ish about it. A found renku, perhaps.
Well I guess there was that famous one word renku, so it’s entirely possible. It certainly reveals the link and shift technique that is in both renga, renku, haiku itself borrowing from hokku and its companion verses, and tanka, and many other classical Japanese poetic forms. 🙂
Hi Alan, I am glad you like the first line of my haiku.
Dear Valentina,
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I loved the whole haiku too! 🙂
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I was just picking out a single line from every haiku and found an intriguing dynamic, almost renku like linking and shifting. 🙂
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flittering
the day away . . .
this butterfly
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Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
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It’s a beautiful haiku, and the pandemic has assured that we will see more of some kinds of butterfly. I had one whizz past so fast, it took my breath away! 🙂
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Alan
Alan, I am glad that you loved my haiku. I hope it brought a smile to you.
Thanks Alan, what a cool way to create a new poem!
Thank you!
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At first it was going to be one of my popular features at just picking out a single line from each haiku. But then I saw that in many instances each single line from different haiku was making up a renku like or even free verse poem! 🙂
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Your whole haiku, almost tanka like, is amazing by the way!!!
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waving goodbye –
the poems I never
shared with her
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Dan Campbell
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Ditto what Dan said. You have done that several times in the past, Alan, and the results are stunning, more than each itself, as if the words enhance each other. Kind of like two medications work synergistically (a better effect than expected).
Thanks!
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Yes, the very first time I did it, many months ago, it was simply showcasing a single line, if it was a tercet, and a phrase if it was a monoku.
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The successive times it was if a spell was being cast highlighting these lines, which morphed into the most amazing larger poem! 🙂
Wonderful way to read this collection! As I read your lines, I also saw it as a poem in its own right! Thank you for making us see it with new eyes.
Hi Peggy! 🙂
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Yes, me too, I started seeing a poem. In renku there is both the overall poem, but also verses 1 & 2 make a couplet standalone poem, as do verses 2 with 3, and then 3 and 4 and so on.
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I started to see this could make one larger poem too, as well as want to highlight the power of the single poetic line in haiku. 🙂
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Alan
Thank you, Alan and Craig !!
Thanks!
Indeed a great play on single lines Alan.
I particularly liked this pair.
the lawnmower makes
Milan Rajkumar, Imphal, India
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flea market postcards
Sari Grandstaff, Saugerties, NY
Thank you for including a line from mine.
No worries! 🙂
Can you explain what you mean by “inner lines?”
Hi Janice,
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You asked:
Can you explain what you mean by “inner lines?”
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Regarding:
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THE INTRIGUINGNESS OF INNER LINES OF HAIKU
And how those inner lines of different poems leap and link amongst themselves, amongst those other poems!
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I’ve done this approach a few times in the past for HAIKU DIALOGUE and something has always struck me about the single lines ‘WITHIN’ the haiku. And almost always there is something dynamic about any particular selected single line from different poems making up an extraordinarily powerful ‘overall poem’ that could be a larger free verse poem, or a renku poem, with its multiple variations of inner couplets.
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This was shown to me by Marshall Hryciuk who “popped” over from Canada to do an Easter Renga at my local train station! 🙂 Yes, it was very exciting!!! 🙂
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The Bath Spa Railway Station Renku
Hosted by With Words (Alan Summers & Karen Hoy), with Marshall Hryciuk & Karen Sohne, Canada, and friends.
https://area17.blogspot.com/2009/04/bath-spa-train-station-renga-party.html
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When we performed the finished renga at night, in the Raven public house in the City of Bath, we didn’t just read verse after verse. Each of us would read two verses, but not only that, each new person would read the last verse performed as well as one new verse.
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One of us would read these two verses together:
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scribing lines
across the fields
Easter journey
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hopping on one foot
grandchild counts ducklings
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And the next person would step forward and read:
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hopping on one foot
grandchild counts ducklings
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the empty home
a kettle whistles
as a train rumbles past
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It meant we had multiple couplets (five line poems) within the 36 verse overall renga! 🙂
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Each line of a renga can be more than one verse linking and shifting to the next one, so if my maths is correct, then that particular single renga poem of 36 verses also created 35 separate five line poems! 🙂
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NOW IF WE LOOK AT SINGLE STANDALONE HAIKU NOW:
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Often I might select the middle or ‘last’ line for this HAIKU DIALOGUE practice I do from time to time. But in some haiku the ‘last line’ is also a vehicle to loop back and read the ‘first line’ through to the middle and ‘last line’ again, and sometimes again! 🙂
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That’s one instance where even a last line is also acting as part of a constant cycle of reading the poem.
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For instance
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windblown roses
another direction
for the traveller
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Alan Summers
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This could be read, naturally, from lines one through to three, of course, and then also:
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windblown roses
another direction
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for the traveller
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another direction
windblown roses
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for the traveller
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And “ad infinitum”, so that even an opening line or ‘closing’ line might not be in the fixed outer line positions as we see ‘on the page’
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Another example:
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porch side mountains
the wind-pushed snow
all around us
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Alan Summers
Asahi Shimbun (December 2019, Japan)
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I could loop back or loop around and make a second reading variation of:
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all around us
porch side mountains
the wind-pushed snow
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or
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all around us
the wind-pushed snow
porch side mountains
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As well as:
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porch side mountains
the wind-pushed snow
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all around us
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the wind-pushed snow
porch side mountains
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and other variations.
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And of course there is the “innerness” or “inneringiness” [sic] of any of the ‘three lines’ that resonate and vibrate just on their own. If each line is forensically placed, it can sing on its own, and also sing with its other two lines of that particular haiku. And it can also sing with other haiku, as they do at HAIKU DIALOGUE.
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The same can happen if an anthology is well put together. The same can happen if we are careful how we put our own collection of haiku together.
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This has been intriguing because I started this week’s commentary with no idea where it would take me! Thank you for adding to this. I am sure there are more questions, and I’ll do my best to discover the answers! 🙂
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warm regards,
Alan
thanks, as always, Alan, for your help, & thoughtful comments!
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I had an experience recently with a ‘cento’ – a poem made up from lines of others’ poems… in this case, a poet created a cento from the chat from a zoom meeting with more than a dozen poets reading & discussing their longer poems… truly amazing!
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thanks for the great discussion, kj
Very cool!
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I also discovered when I did my two 1000 renga verse projects (senku renga) that using my different types of jobs made people feel secure enough and safe, and relaxed, that they’d start speaking in poetry. Not rhyming, but the rhythm. Whenever I asked them to write it down it got all stilted.
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So I always had pen and paper immediately to hand and wrote the verses down exactly as they were said, no editing. I could do this with Eastern Bloc gangsters, and people off the street, but poets were hard to pin down for some reason. Go figure!
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Our Hull (North England) verse had 3,300 verses all lined along library book shelves, and people changed holiday plans to spend it in Hull, and the central library instead! 🙂
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You said:
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“in this case, a poet created a cento from the chat from a zoom meeting with more than a dozen poets reading & discussing their longer poems”
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So they became relaxed, and it’s like those fly on the wall documentaries, where the camera is forgotten, as well as the audience, and the person taking notes.
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I hope we can see this new poem when it’s published. Will you let us know?
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What kind of effect, and facial expressions, happened? I bet they were awed into silence at first and then everyone wanted to speak and applaud!
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Not sure, but I might have had the privilege of hearing this on a private zoom event?
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first light
the tree conjures up
a crow
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Robert Kingston
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It’s so accurate! 🙂 You have definitely caught the “crow”ness of the creature, and that special part of the day!
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Alan
Thank you Alan
Indeed we have spoken on this one previously.
Actually written a while ago now, but I thought it fitting for the prompt.
Hope you are both keeping well.
Best wishes
Rob
Glad it found a home.
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We are still self-isolating, and quite happy ordering things online, which garners better savings etc…
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We have family members suffering hardships, re health issues, which makes us feel absolutely helpless though.
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Alan
Craig – thank you for all the time you put into this treat-for-all during the past several weeks.
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I this week’s verses
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not counting
syllables
making a haiku
John Green
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Made me laugh since I am often caught doing the same thing as, I suspect, many of us have.
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morning light —
tree tops
touched by flame
Helen Ogden
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The image ‘tree tops touched by fire’ grabs me in a way I cannot put into words. I keep reading the haiku over and over.
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So many wonderful haiku each week.
Thank you Craig for this process-oriented series of prompts. For me it was exceptional. I found many of them inspiring and enjoyed the unique responses that came from contributors. And of course, I appreciated having my haiku included 🙂 All the best.
Yes, this is so ME. haha. Thank, Kath Abela! <3
Congratulations to all dear poetry
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Thank you Craig for your commentary on my haiku and the others. And congratulations to all these wonderful poets! Such a treat. I especially loved
my summer –
pages of a book
in half-light
Elisa Allo
It seems to speak to this pandemic summer especially but also as a signature style haiku speaks volumes about the poet. Also this very thoughtful haiku:
driftwood how far is far enough
Vandana Parashar
This style is very interesting to me. Kind of stream of consciousness yet also very connected to a real and thoughtful association. Vandana expresses that true sense of wonder which haiku captures. I really love it and I could see it on a postcard actually.
Also this one that you commented on:
early am
a long walk
made of small paths
Laurie Greer
When I walk on my local rail trail there are markers every half mile and it does have that feeling of cobbling together a walk in segments deciding how far to go any particular morning.
Thank you Craig for your guest editing these past couple of months. You have expanded and challenged my haiku horizons. I look forward to KJMunro’s Opposites Attract haiku in these next weeks.
You’re welcome, Sari. I’m glad the experience was beneficial.
thank you for including mine – much appreciated 🙂
Thank you Craig, Kathy and Lori for including mine.
As always it is always great to appear alongside such nice poems.
Congratulations all!
Beautiful sprawling mountains of Christine Villa and mothering by Deborah P Kolodji these are both so… as I know you …You!
Very special thoughtful inspiring prompts Craig..challenging and compelling. You have engaged us in your intent.
Thankyou Craig.
It helps when you’ve experienced birds and bats many times in evening twilight.
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My most dominant style is vignette with comparison(s) (jux). And although in a traditional Japanese aesthetic, I am always trying to “make it new”.
Thank you Craig and to all of the participants, I sure did enjoy reading this week’s selections.
Thank you so much ! I am elated ! Thank you Craig , kjmunro and Lori . God bless !
Thanks for selecting mine. I especially liked
windblown roses
another direction
for the traveller
Alan Summers, England
Thanks Pris!
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We are not sure which kind of rose as they were planted by the previous roses.
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windblown roses
another direction
for the traveller
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Alan Summers, England
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We plant new roses with a literary connection, but it was so dramatic I knew that I had to write about these roses! 🙂
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housebound thirty years
I watch baby ducks grow
and fly free
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Pris Campbell
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Wonderful! Great opening line! Fine haiku.
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I’m reminded of looking after murray maggies aka mudpie larks, that were orphaned. They would sit on my shoulders as I writing poems, on a Queenslander verandah. I also had a Willy Wagtail as a bodyguard to keep the Kookaburras at arms length! 🙂
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almost lost
in the shimmer of water
several ducklings
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Alan Summers
Article: “English/Japanese Haiku” by Nobuyuki Yuasa, Baiko Women’s College, October 1996, Japan
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Romanised (romaji) version by Nobuyuki Yuasa:
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mizu haete hikari ni kasumu kogamo kana
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For any Queenslanders (people not houses) it was composed at Warrill View in Queensland. 🙂
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I love how you have used ducklings to track your life path, and existence, there can be no more beautiful thing than see fledglings grow up and fly free.
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warm regards,
Alan
Dear Cezar-florin ciobica,
Greetings, in times of lockdown impacting globally, a beautiful image in the following .
S.Radhamani
lockdown
folding a thousand
origami cranes
cezar-florin ciobica
I’m very happy to be in this week’s selections – thanks to Craig, Lori, and kj.
The following poems struck me on a personal level – bringing back memories:
“classic radio” by Helga Stania reminded me of the many hours I spent listening to the radio in the days of fountain pens. Yes, I had a fountain pen, and an ink blotter.
“hush” by Rehn Kovacic made me wish I had the kind of hearing ability to listen to a butterfly. I’ve watched butterflies many, many times, but never thought of hearing one. So, thanks for that thought.
“sprawling mountains” by Christine L. Villa reminded me of a time when I had my picture taken in a similar pose while visiting the Shenandoah Mountains on one of my many trips with my husband.
On “being true to myself” when writing – I try to look at haiku moments with the eyes of a child. Their sense of wonder and unfiltered comments have always captivated me. So, for this week’s theme, I wanted to show that in the poem I submitted.
Thank you, Pat, for mentioning my poem. I’m glad that you liked it.
Thanks, Pat, for liking my poem. Isn’t it fun to pose with our outstretched arm, so open to the abundance of the universe 🙂
Dear esteemed poet,
Greetings. Here, end of summer, wind blowing from afar, with the aroma of roses, for my corner of creative table, a new direction,inspiring my mood.
S.Radhamani
windblown roses
another direction
for the traveller
Alan Summers, England
Dear Radhamani sarma,
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I am delighted that my poem connected with you! 🙂
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windblown roses
another direction
for the traveller
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Alan Summers, England
Thankyou very much Craig for selecting my haiku, I’m thrilled to be here with amazing haijin
Congratulations everyone
Ah, Lincolnshire!!!!!!!!!
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broken cloud
a white butterfly
bends the fuchsia
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Marilyn Ward
Scunthorpe Lincolnshire, UK
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What a terrific haiku!!! Great opening line!
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Alan
lockdown
folding a thousand
origami cranes
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cezar-florin ciobica
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The legend is that anyone who folds a thousand cranes will be granted one wish. The universal wish in these difficult times is for the virus to end. Thank-you for putting into words what is on everyone’s mind.
Thank-you Craig for selecting mine. Thank-you also to all the others who have a part in publishing this column every week. Congrats to all the poets.