HAIKU DIALOGUE – bike
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Let’s talk about haiku! You are invited to respond to photographs – I will share a photo each week as a prompt for your writing…
Submit an original unpublished poem via our Contact Form by Saturday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence.
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Poems will be selected based on the potential to generate discussion – these poems will be the best to talk about…
next week’s theme:
The deadline for this theme is midnight Pacific Time, Saturday 06 July 2019.
I look forward to reading your submissions.
HAIKU DIALOGUE: bike
Here are my selections for this week:
early spring
before the old hut
a flowers cartAgus Maulana Sunjaya
abandoned
vendor’s trike…
dying flowersAl Gallia
Lafayette, Louisiana USA
parked bike –
old florist arranges
her gardenAljoša Vuković
Šibenik, Croatia
the old bike –
his grandmother still plants
his medical herbsAngela Giordano
Italy
no moon night –
the gardener brings home
so many firefliesarvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
summers end
grandma stops by
with a flatBarbara Tate
enclosed courtyard
open carriage going nowhere
everywhereCharles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA
paperboy
retired to the
herb gardenConstance Bourg
Belgium
trimming
the grocery list –
garden saleDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA
in my elder days
I ride a tricycle
once againDubravka Šćukanec
Zagreb, Croatia
last stop:
a red flower before leavingGiuliana Ravaglia
retired delivery bike
spring sunlight
through rusty spokesGreer Woodward
Waimea, HI
leaving the gallery
cross-hatched in shadow
and lightHelen Buckingham
third age –
new horizons
for a faithful friendIngrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia
new growth
the seasons turn
through spokes of lightjohn hawkhead
bicycle wagon
the plants
have my backLaurie Greer
Washington DC
widow’s yard
a rusty old tricycle
bloomsLucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
flea market –
all my plans
for the spring gardenMadhuri Pillai
slow travel
unexpected
growthMargaret Walker
tricycle
she takes the playground
with herMarilyn Ashbaugh
out my window the multi-colored streak of a passing garden
Mark Meyer
in the yard
waiting for you
flowers for plantingNadejda Kostadinova
Bulgaria
behind iron lace
he brings her
punnets of strawberriesnancy liddle
broken hill, Australia
old bicycle
all my mother’s memories
on springNeni Rusliana
Indonesia
assisted living
he still brings her flowers
each dayPris Campbell
kitchen garden
my tricycle
my prideRadhamani sarma
the invisible fellows
attending our lives
garden flowersRadostina Dragostinova
Bulgaria
peddling into the wind
bees hold tight
to the flowersRehn Kovacic
retired rickshaw
flowers in place
of passengersRich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO
retirement bash –
the jade sculptor’s
rested toolsRobert Kingston
unclaimed bike –
the pink flowers belong
to everyonerobyn brooks
usa
all day planting flowers
filling the holes
of depressionRonald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA
in front of the house
red flowers on a bike…
a gentle touchRosa Maria Di Salvatore
searching for
a breath of fresh air
urban sprawlSandi Pray
St. John’s, Fl.
between green handlebars
and the flat tires
red petals bloomingSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY
writer’s block
the symmetry
in the overlooksimonj
UK
modern times
the flowers on
a tourist tripSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
flowers outside the building
the door open
to new beginningsStephen A. Peters
basket
of flowers for my mom
her headstoneSusan Bonk Plumridge
London, Canada
you ride with roses
pedaling into spring
petal after petalSusan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA USA
watering
her favorite flowerpot
grandson’s old bicycleTomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
rental cottage
floral scents revive
a memoryValentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
courtyard
echoes of the soft footfall
of nostalgiaVandana Parashar
the sculptor’s cart in repose
once cradled
his alabaster stonesVicki Miko
homeless
papercup water… home
to the broken flowerwendy c. bialek
prescott valley, arizona usa
morning sun peeking
through the threshold
forget me notX3+us the Whale
ethno house –
lacy windows and flower tricycle
breathe a new lifeZdenka Mlinar
Zagreb, Croatia
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).
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Thank you so much for including my haiku. I especially enjoyed Arvinder Kaur’s fireflies, so evocative and Angela Giordano’s medicinal herbs, such a story there 🙂
Not forgetting Freddie and his fruity flavoured bicycle song.
https://youtu.be/_YtKFUkb7lw
Thank you, Kathy, for including my poem! I love the image prompts!
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no moon night –
the gardener brings home
so many fireflies
arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
arvinder kaur’s poem is lovely to visualize and to say out loud!
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summers end
grandma stops by
with a flat
Barbara Tate
For me, Barbara Tate’s poem brings anticipation or wish that the story be continued!
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trimming
the grocery list –
garden sale
Debbie Scheving
Bremerton WA
Debbie Scheving’s poem gives a perfect picture of sharing an abundant bumper crop. Or maybe enticing a customer with a little added surprise!
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leaving the gallery
cross-hatched in shadow
and light
Helen Buckingham
Helen Buckingham’s poem gives a pleasing and artistic sense of what we’d see on the inside of the “gallery”. Beautiful!
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bicycle wagon
the plants
have my back
Laurie Greer
Washington DC
Laurie Greer’s poem gives me a portrait of a small business owner with a green thumb.
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widow’s yard
a rusty old tricycle
blooms
Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
Lucy Whitehead’s poem is beautifully simple and apropos to the image!
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slow travel
unexpected
growth
Margaret Walker
Margaret Walker’s poem is only four words, yet it describes the tricycle and its fate perfectly!
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tricycle
she takes the playground
with her
Marilyn Ashbaugh
Marilyn Ashbaugh’s poem brings back a magical childhood memory!
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out my window the multi-colored streak of a passing garden
Mark Meyer
Mark Meyer’s poem is a vivid motion picture!
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behind iron lace
he brings her
punnets of strawberries
nancy liddle
broken hill, Australia
nancy liddle’s poem is the start of a romantic novel waiting to unfold.
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kitchen garden
my tricycle
my pride
Radhamani sarma
Radhamani’s poem gives me a sense of delight! Maybe the tricycle was acquired or purchased from the sale of the fruits of your carefully cultivated garden? You are beaming!
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retirement bash –
the jade sculptor’s
rested tools
Robert Kingston
Robert Kingston’s poem, yes, reflects some of my thoughts!
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writer’s block
the symmetry
in the overlook
simonj
UK
simonj’s true depiction of the image. So many parts to the picture, what catches my eye first, what will I focus on, what will I leave out?!
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watering
her favorite flowerpot
grandson’s old bicycle
Tomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
Tomislav Sjekloća’s poem reminds me of my grandma’s garden surrounding her back yard. My brother’s toy dump truck, perfectly oxidized and my ceramic Easter bunny pot overgrown with purslane.
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courtyard
echoes of the soft footfall
of nostalgia
Vandana Parashar
Vandana Parashar’s poem is so lovely, the musicality in “echoes of the soft footfall”
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morning sun peeking
through the threshold
forget me not
X3+us the Whale
X3+us, A dreamy poem nice to say out loud!
Thank you Vicki, pleased it touched you.
thank you for liking my poem – i think the romantic novel is already on your sleeve with your heart <3
nancy
Vicki,
Thank you fir commenting on my poem. I’m so glad you liked it.
Thank you Vicki–your comment is most appreciated.
Thanks so much, Vicki – yours is among my favourites too, gorgeous imagery.
Dear Vicky,
Greetings, Thank you so much for your lovely comments on my haiku. It is this encouraging words that keep us going.
with regards
S.Radhamani
peddling into the wind
bees hold tight
to the flowers
Rehn Kovacic
an image to behold! thank you, Rehn.
Your welcome!!!
thank you for including my poem with your picks, kj,
however, the space is intentional….
so it should read as follows:
homeless
papercup water home
to the broken flower
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, arizona usa
i see the break appears to close itself….
so then it will have to go in as:
homeless
papercup water… home
to the broken flower
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, arizona usa
Wendy – so sorry I missed this – it was correct in the plain text version, but somehow WordPress just removes those spaces! However, thanks to Craig, I have learned how to make spaces – & I have corrected this now…
thanks again, Craig!
thanks for your joint efforts, kj and craig….perhaps you can share this fix and it could be applied when/ at the time of submission/posting to the form?
oh Wendy thanks for this, but it’s a WordPress thing… some formatting has to be added back… but I appreciate the thought!
Thanks to everyone for kind comments and fabulous haiku, and thank to kj for these stimulating marriages of images and words. If anyone wants to read a brilliant novel that features bicycles, do try Flann O’Brien’s “The Third Policeman” – it’s an absolute classic in terms of comedic fantasy!
Just requested that at my library last week. Can’t wait to read!
Thank you editor for publishing my haiku and I look forward to our further cooperation. Also, congratulations everybody!
Thank you Kathy for including my haiku this week.
Dear Kathy, being included in this issue of Haiku Dialogue is a great honor to me. Thank you.
Thanks Debbie, Alan, Helen and Laurie for you nice comments!
My favorites this week:
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basket
of flowers for my mom
her headstone
Susan Bonk
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Our moms deserve flowers before and after death. A basket of flowers reveals the depth of our love and caring. Nice poem, Susan.
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peddling into the wind
bees hold tight
to the flowers
Rehn Kovacic
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I can vividly see the bees hanging on for dear life, even the grimaces on their bee faces not knowing when the “ride” will stop. Thanks for the smiles, Rehn.
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old bicycle
all my mother’s memories
on spring
Neni Rusliana
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Prior to my mom’s dementia we would sit for hours reminiscing events. So many were happy. Earlier in life my grandmother would sit with me and review events of past summers I spent with her, picnics, parades, fairs. Past recollections bolster future expectations. Thanks for the memories, Neni.
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out my window the multi-colored streak of a passing garden
Mark Meyer
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I assume this is a one sentence poem – a break in lines would weaken the image of “streak!” Anyway, a comical view that made me smile, and smile again. Thanks, Mark.
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widow’s yard
a rusty old tricycle
blooms
Lucy Whitehead
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Overcoming the death of a loved one takes time, but here the widow has found a way to bring a touch of color back into her life. Nice image, Lucy.
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new growth
the seasons turn
through spokes of light
john hawkhead
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I don’t want to “analyze” this poem; it’s simply a beautiful image that will stick with me all week. Thanks, John.
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retired delivery bike
spring sunlight
through rusty spokes
Greer Woodward
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Yes, I noticed the flat tire also! We can find beauty in things and people despite gloom, apparent lack of usefulness and rust. Nice poem, Greer.
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summer’s end
grandma stops by
with a flat
Barbara Tate
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At least she reached the end of her summer before the tire blew! And she gets to spend time with “me” due to this “unfortunate” event! I chose to see humor in this poem although one might presume a darker connotation. Thanks, Barbara.
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Thanks, kj, for this second round of thoughtful pictures that stimulate our creativity!
Ron
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Thanks for your comment on my haiku, Ron! 🙂
Thank you Ron for the comment. I too saw the humor in that flat tire.
Ron,
I’m so glad that I was able to provide you with a smile!!!!!
Welcome back Kathy, as usual a great selection of haiku, thank you for publishing mine. Enjoyed reading Alan Summer’s and Laurie Greer’s comments. Oh Alan, sorry to hear about the fleas 😊.
Congratulations on the first place H. Gene Murtha contest!
Ditto
Congratulations on first place.
From such a tight field too!
Thank you Robert.
Thank You very much Rich.
all day planting flowers
filling the holes
of depression
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Ronald K. Craig
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Some things just jump out at me…
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planting flowers
all day filling the holes
of depression
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I think this word order has a greater separation of joy and sadness, heightening the experience. Or, if the general dullness of senses is the desired effect, just combine the final two lines into one.
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all day planting flowers
filling the holes of depression
Thank-you Kathy for publishing mine.
Congratulations on your senryu in the H. Gene Murtha contest!
Selecting one from so many quality haiku is always a challenge.
John’s one this week created a stir. Leaving me with a feeling of freshness and renewal as we move from spring to summer.
new growth
the seasons turn
through spokes of light
john hawkhead
summer
a cartwheel
I could never do
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–bottle rockets, 21, Summer 2009
laughter lines
how winter breaks
the sun
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behind iron lace
he brings her
punnets of strawberries
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nancy liddle
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The beautiful window grills? caught my eye when I first saw the photo, and can anyone share what the little signs say? Loved the romantic image of baskets of berries and a lacey wrought iron fence.
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courtyard
echos of the soft footfall
of nostalgia
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Vandana Parashar
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This one moved me.
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the sculptor’s cart in repose
once cradled
his alabaster stones
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Vicki Miko
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The history and image is a surprising contrast to the more fragile plants.
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Ron Craig’s “…filling the holes….” is relatable as I use gardening as therapy. Thus the need to trim the grocery budget.
Thank you, Debbie, for your thoughtful comment!
I too noticed the filigree windows, each different, perhaps a sculptor’s showcase of work now a historical landmark. Maybe the “little signs” name and describe the sculptor’s inspiration behind each window.
thanks for your appreciation – the windows caught my attention immediately too
Debbie, Vicki, nancy – I believe those windows are called leak windows – this photo was taken at Dr. Sun Yat-Sen garden in Vancouver, a classical Chinese garden (after the Haiku Canada Weekend last May a group of us went there) – absolutely beautiful!
Thanks for that info, kjmunro! It would be interesting to know the origin of the name. Chinese garden house sundrops leak in stenciled patterns.
thanks to all for the warm welcome back! I enjoyed my “time off”, & accomplished a lot, but it is wonderful to be reading all your poems again, & especially seeing so many familiar names, & new names too…
thanks, as always, to Alan Summers, & to Laurie Greer, & all who have commented so far…
I particularly like the variety of responses – how poets veer off in different directions – Lucy Whitehead’s ‘widow’s yard’ which adds a layer of meaning to the image; the possible financial implications of the flea market & the grocery list, the rusty spokes & spokes of light, depression, writer’s block, a playground, assisted living, & a headstone, among many others…
I also thought that Barbara Tate’s ‘flat’ could refer to a flat of bedding plants…
looking forward to next week!
Dear Kathy.
Thank you for including mine.
I look forward to your future photo prompts.
Thanks for including mine!
Thanks for including and commenting on mine, Kathy. Welcome back! 🙂
Yep! I saw a flat of flowers and a flat tire–both jumped right out at me… So happy you’re back
thanks for including mine 😀
Dear Kathy –
Welcome back!
I am truly honored that you included my haiku. Thank you😌
Congratulations to all of the poets!
Dear Kathy,
Profound thanks for including mine,. Reading all the wonderful writes. Here is my favorite, stemming from her keen observation, taking us all around as well.
tricycle
she takes the playground
with her
Marilyn Ashbaugh
Thank you so much Alan for the comment. I went over this pic with a magnifying glass–the flat tire jumped right out at me. Thank you Kathy and so happy to be back in the fold.
Hi Barbara,
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I love all kinds of haiku, and not just minimalist ones, but your tight composition, with bags of wonderful white space/negative space leapt out at me! 🙂
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summers end
grandma stops by
with a flat
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Barbara Tate
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Ah, yes, photo prompts are always worth looking at by zooming in as well, and also “looking behind” the photo or frame. Kudos! 🙂
Thanks for the appreciation, Alan. And thanks so much, Katherine, for selecting my ku. A fine collection with which to kick-off your return!
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Love Rich Schilling’s…..has a vaguely funereal feel:
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retired rickshaw
flowers in place
of passengers
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Ronald K. Craig’s heartfelt:
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all day planting flowers
filling the holes
of depression
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brings to mind this of mine:
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chocolate cosmos
filling a hole
for now
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–FemkuMag, 7, December 2018
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…..distraught minds dig alike!
Ah yes, the holes in us and in time.
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As a former Bristol resident, you would have seen lots of Brittany French onion sellers crossing from Europe into Bristol and other places! 🙂
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two boys giggle
as he enters the bike shop…
the onion seller
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Alan Summers
Stepping Stones: a way into haiku ed. Martin Lucas (British Haiku Society 2007)
Thanks Helen! Now that you say it, it does sort of read like a funeral for the rickshaw.
I was thinking more of its owner!
thanks, kj, for this richly suggestive photo–it’s always hard to know what detail to focus on. I love the range of responses: we all saw a different picture. Like too many comment on all, but here are few that jumped out–
no moon night –
the gardener brings home
so many fireflies
arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
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i love the firefly touch–of course! But hadn’t thought of it myself.
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retired delivery bike
spring sunlight
through rusty spokes
Greer Woodward
Waimea, HI
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wonderful perspective–the spokes! and nature making things new
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third age –
new horizons
for a faithful friend
Ingrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia
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full of warmth and a touch of poignancy–this is just beautiful, and nice reference to the three wheels with the third age. Works so well all around!
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new growth
the seasons turn
through spokes of light
john hawkhead
another spokes-person! so rich in many kinds of cycles
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widow’s yard
a rusty old tricycle
blooms
Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
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always new life–love the beauty and hopefulness of this
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slow travel
unexpected
growth
Margaret Walker
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great–we all need to slow down
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tricycle
she takes the playground
with her
Marilyn Ashbaugh
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love this one too–and another great uses of the three wheels–“bike” wouldn’t accomplish what “tricycle” does with all its associations with childhood
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out my window the multi-colored streak of a passing garden
Mark Meyer
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love the “passing garden”–here passing in several ways
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assisted living
he still brings her flowers
each day
Pris Campbell
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flowers are one of the best assists to living!
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all day planting flowers
filling the holes
of depression
Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA
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here, too–flowers as healers
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Thank you, Laurie. Appreciating all your comments – on mine as well as on other poems. I didn’t think of third age tying up with three wheels in your sense; simply an old tricycle reaching the ‘third age’ and its possible continued usefulness. Maybe I had U3A (University of the Third Age) in mind!
It’s a wonderful learning process understanding how we each view the work chosen, and how much this broadens out the subject/photo prompt with all the variety of responses offered.
Thank you kj for this exciting new start again, and for choosing one of mine.
Thank you so much Laurie for the appreciation. Warm regards, arvinder
Laurie, thank you for commenting on my “slow travel”. It is so fascinating to see the different interpretations of a single photo.
Thank you, Laurie, for your insightful comments!
Kathy, welcome back!
Thanks so much for your comment on my haiku Laurie!
Enjoy the short film Bicycle (Jitensha) which was premiered in my part of England in a joint city Japanese arts festival that I was co-director:
https://www.viddsee.com/video/noodle-deli/0mxdt?
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Also who can forget Syd Barret’s Bike song when he was still with Pink Floyd!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBCctL88dRk
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As per usual, a lot of excellent work on the theme of the photograph:
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no moon night –
the gardener brings home
so many fireflies
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arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
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Love ‘no moon’ night! And the gardener bringing home ‘so many’ fireflies’ What a gorgeous phrase to go with the first line.
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summers end
grandma stops by
with a flat
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Barbara Tate
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Well spotted, it’s a flat tire! 🙂 I love that two line phrase after the opening line. Both sections of the haiku suggest so much within its negative/white space. Love it! 🙂
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last stop:
a red flower before leaving
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Giuliana Ravaglia
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It’s not as easy as it appears to accomplish a good two line haiku in English. This succeeds beautifully! 🙂 Packed with gorgeous negative space rather than defaulting to an overlong second/last line, this is quite briliant! 🙂
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leaving the gallery
cross-hatched in shadow
and light
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Helen Buckingham
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Lots of light, visuals, and atmosphere! 🙂
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new growth
the seasons turn
through spokes of light
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john hawkhead
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Beautiful, with a stunning last line!
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bicycle wagon
the plants
have my back
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Laurie Greer
Washington DC
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Brilliant! Those last two lines pack a punch beyond their mere count of five.
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widow’s yard
a rusty old tricycle
blooms
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Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK
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A fresh and original opening line. I can imagine an enclave of widows looking after each other and refreshing the flowers on that bicycle.
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flea market –
all my plans
for the spring garden
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Madhuri Pillai
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I remember my first flea market in a part of London. I might have even caught a few when I went into a side shop of old men’s clothes. 🙂 Lovely haiku!
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slow travel
unexpected
growth
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Margaret Walker
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Works brilliantly well with the photograph! On its own I can imagine someone deciding to make a life-changing holiday, at a slow pace, not rushing each place they visit.
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tricycle
she takes the playground
with her
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Marilyn Ashbaugh
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I love those last two lines! Fresh, original, affirming.
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out my window the multi-colored streak of a passing garden
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Mark Meyer
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A successfully long monostich (aka monoku) that takes the pace of a fast bike ride, as long as you didn’t do a Chris Froome!
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assisted living
he still brings her flowers
each day
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Pris Campbell
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I like that we are allowed to imagine a different kind of person, be it a son; a sibling; a husband; a lover; or even childhood admirer! 🙂
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peddling into the wind
bees hold tight
to the flowers
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Rehn Kovacic
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Intriguing. I couldn’t be sure if peddling was chosen over pedaling? If it is a typo, it’s a great one, keep it! I can imagine the bees taking their goods of pollen to ‘a different place’! 🙂
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noun
noun: peddling
the activity of selling an illegal drug or stolen item.
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‘to sell things, especially by taking them to different place ‘
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pedalling
noun
noun: pedalling; noun: pedaling
1. the action of working the pedals of a bicycle.
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retired rickshaw
flowers in place
of passengers
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Rich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO
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I love how that middle line works! It’s more than just a pivot/hinge line, as is real beauty of line placement. Brilliant! 🙂
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retirement bash –
the jade sculptor’s
rested tools
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Robert Kingston
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I love how you have gone “behind the picture” in this!
Brilliant!!! 🙂
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unclaimed bike –
the pink flowers belong
to everyone
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robyn brooks
usa
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Great opening line, and each line powers ahead, brilliant! Enjoy the short film above! 🙂
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all day planting flowers
filling the holes
of depression
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Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH USA
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Powerful work, and so apt, topic, and accurate, and a great haiku. You should also send this to a gardening or health journal.
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writer’s block
the symmetry
in the overlook
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simonj
UK
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Ah, spot on! And were you perhaps uncharacteristically starting to vacuum the room, and wash up the dishes, even next door’s dishes? 🙂
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Great set, wish I could comment on everyone’s!
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peddling into the wind
bees hold tight
to the flowers
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Rehn Kovacic
I thought of someone selling plants, so ‘peddling’ came to me first. But, as you say, Alan, both (verbs?) work well.
Amusing thought that bees would have to hold on tightly, as if they needed to, even withstanding the speed of an old tricycle.
Many great ku in the first of this series, and I enjoyed your comments too, Alan.
May I also suggest an Italian movie “Bicycle thieves”. A must see!
http://www.criterionchannel.com/bicycle-thieves
Hi Michael,
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A very famous film!
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A landmark of humanist filmmaking, Bicycle Thieves was a key work in the 1940s, enjoy the whole movie! 🙂
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Bicycle Thieves
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILQc12Zy-qI
Thanks Alan for appreciating and your comments that I value a lot. Best regards, arvinder
My pleasure Arvinder!
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no moon night –
the gardener brings home
so many fireflies
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arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India
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I love that it’s a night of the new moon, which we know is confusing, as it means ‘no moon’! 🙂
So the gardener bringing back moonlight via fireflies is magically beautiful!
Thanks for your comment on my haiku, Alan! 🙂
Thank you Alan for your kind words on mine.
Talking of films…
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Which film has an element of writer’s block?
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I don’t know which one you are thinking of, but there’s these famous ones:
https://www.denofgeek.com/movies/13780/top-5-writers-block-movies
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Dear Alan –
I sincerely appreciate your kind and generous words. Thank you😌
And…thank you for the nudge to see the short film “Bicycle” (Jitensha)…it was very poignant and really moved me.
Love that you enjoyed it! 🙂