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Last Chance to Vote in the February 2024 THF Monthly Kukai

This month’s theme:
wheat

Voting closes for The Haiku Foundation Monthly Kukai tonight (the 24th) at midnight (east coast time). So make those final decisions and let us know whom you think did the best work this month.

Voting for The Haiku Foundation Monthly Kukai

Shortly after the conclusion of the submission period, an anonymous ballot comprising all submitted poems on that month’s theme will be posted to Troutswirl (The Haiku Foundation blog) on the THF site. Any reader of this ballot is eligible to vote for their favorite poems at this time. A voter may vote for up to five (5) poems per theme. A top vote will receive 5 points, a second-place vote 4 points, a third-place vote 3 points, a fourth-place vote 2 points, and a fifth-place vote 1 point.

Please use the Kukai voting form below to enter your selections, and then press Submit to cast your votes. No other votes will be recognized or honored. All votes must be signed (that is, no “anonymous” votes will be accepted, and the Submit button will not be available until both Name and Email fields are filled in), and no poet may vote for his or her own work. No commentary upon the poems will be accepted or published. Votes will be accepted from the appearance of the ballot on the 18th of that month through midnight of the 24th of that month. Readers may vote only once per ballot. Administrators of the kukai are ineligible to vote.

Note: Anonymity is an essential part of any kukai. If you know who wrote the poem then that entry is no longer anonymous. Please respect the Kukai and do not vote for that entry.

The Ballot

 

1
      200 kg wheat —
the weight of feeding us
on father’s shoulder
2
      a child’s leftover
pizza in the trash bin
another child’s dream
3
      a goldfinch on the wheat stalk
too much glitter
in son’s project
4
      A grain of wheat that dies and is put to the sickle: abundant life
5
      a minister shelves
the wheat import bill —
gluten intolerance
6
      a new dance form
swaying wheat
in windy fields
7
a sprouting wheat grain
after our walk among
the fields last year
8
      a tilted hat
above straw-stuffed sleeves
newly sown field
9
      a wave of shivers
spreads through the dry wheat
darkening sky
10
      a wheat field
in full flush
two teenagers in love
11
after the party
we pop the balloons
as silently as we can.
12
      all the gold
that is lost gradually —
field of wheat
13
      all these years
separating the weeds
from the wheat
14
      amber grain
waving a last goodbye
to the buffalo
15
      amber waves
kernels of truth
in the wind
16
      amber waves dancing
yeast mingles bubbles transform
golden showers flow
17
      amber waves of grain
                       immigrant
                              dreams
18
      Amber waves of grain
stretching to the horizon
harvesting the sun
19
      Amidst golden fields,
Whispers of sustenance grow,
Life’s hidden bounty.
20
      army tank tracks
across wheat fields
wildflowers in parallel rows
21
autumn squall
a wave of gulls
in the combine’s wake
22
      backyard gold wheat fields
past life images linger
old hands kneading dough
23
      bloody sky
in a field of wheat
masks scattered
24
      braided wheat
the sway
in her hips
25
breaking bread
with her family —
a cat purrs
26
      breaking of bread
around the table . . . so good
for the heart
27
Breath of life
bread roti croissant
wheatfields of van Gogh
28
      breeze’s dance,
in the golden fields
under the sunlight
29
      budding wheat . . .
all the haiku
not yet written
30
bundle of wheat —
on the child’s palm
toothpicks
31
chaff :‌-)
32
      chaff left behind, it
became the breakfast
of champions
33
      coffee break at work
a coalition unites in
valuing of a good loaf
34
communion wafer
still struggling
with forgiveness
35
cooking lessons
she teaches her son
how to treat the dough
36
      cream of wheat
grandmother confuses nutmeg
with cinnamon
37
      crop circle
hummingbird pecks each rung
of jacob’s ladder
38
      daily bread
a ploughman’s in
the wheat sheaf shade
39
      daily bread
the covid
ritual
40
      Demeters chthonic seeds
East of the burial tree
Wheat erupts by yahweh hand
41
      die to be born again —
wheat seed
42
      dotted poppies
who knew
war is waged with wheat
43
      dough rising
on the bread board
day moon
44
Dried wheat in a barrel by the door. Why hold on to the past, Granny?
45
      dried winter
the baker’s children
full of flour
46
      drying wheat
the sun’s glint
off the pitchfork
47
      dusk over August wheat
a harvester, or a scythe
buttery crackers
48
eggnog doughnuts
in front of the door a beggar
on his knees
49
      evening whisper . . .
sparrows pecking at
mother’s shadow
50
far farmers’ grit freshly made roti in our kitchen
51
field mouse climbs wheat stem
eats modified genome seeds
cereal killer
52
      field of wheat
golden billowing sea
man and mouse in limbo
53
      fields of golden wheat
yield to meander of train —
Green Revolution
54
      fluttering wheat spikes
pure gold sea against blue sky —
memories fades out
55
      food box
whole wheat white flour
in a brown sack
56
      from feather pillow
to breakfast table —
shredded wheat
57
      giving us
our daily bread
some of us
58
      glittering wheat
all the waves
all the goodbyes
59
      global place of seed
separating good from bad
fights winter’s old guard
60
Gluten-free’s
Enemy
61
      Gold
field of wheat
ripens
62
      grandma’s kisses
the gentle warmth
of wheat fields
63
      grandpa’s voice
when the wheat was
taller than me
64
      green beard growing
on the hillside’s cheek —
winter wheat
65
      grinding animal feed
we dream of golden
ears of wheat
66
      harvest moon
a blend of bird songs
in a wheat stubble field
67
harvest sustenance
kneaded nutrition
of variation
68
      harvest time
the girl is weaving ears of wheat
into her hair
69
heat wave
a clump of poppies
in a wheat field
70
      her pantry shelf
of good intentions
expired jar of wheat germ
71
      horses neighing coffee
birds chirping in the morning
walking the wheat fields
72
      in a world of change
your core values remain
. . . wheat
73
In every sense,
Truly a golden harvest —
Fields of ripened Wheat.
74
Melting moons
Fill every crevice
English muffin
75
melting snow
reveals brilliant green rows
of winter wheat
76
      Merciful Lord God
provided divine grass Wheat
our staple food on Earth
77
      millstones
the sound of gold
becoming snow
78
mist rises
from winter wheat
nesting pheasants
79
      moon-washed . . .
ripples weave westerly
across the wheat
80
      mother’s dreams
winnowing grain the wind
still in her mind
81
      near the fence
profound sadness
in that bitch’s eyes
82
      no popcorn
in this cold world
other explosions
83
nothing wasted
from the harvest . . .
straw in a bluebird nest
84
Now warmth touches skin
Sounding echoes from beyond
But the wheat is tall
85
      On the floor,
an empty cereal box . . .
nearby, a few scattered raisins
86
      Once the staff of life
Technology tweaks for longevity
Now makes bellies hurt
87
      ongoing wars
the empty shells
of wheat
88
      online dating
separating wheat
from chaff
89
      Paths through wheat fields
Lead to bread
Some do not get fed
90
      peaceful winds caress
every blade of grass while wheat
sprouts among land mines
91
      Pita, boule, baguette
Ubiquitous
Golden chameleon
92
      playing
in the wheat field
child of the wind
93
      poppies among wheat
poppies on the battlefield
peaceful flowers
94
      ripe wheat —
a sudden storm steals
its fragrance
95
      ripening wheat
the hailstorm deepens
worry lines
96
      
rising
above
Saskatchewan
wheatfields
the
abandoned
grain
elevator
begins
to
list
97
      rising dough
a little brown house
swollen with life
98
      rolling on rippling wheat an astray hat
99
      rolling over the prairie wheat waves
100
      Running through the fields,
Golden wheat, a young pup’s fur.
Now, white, old, a slow trot.
101
      selling
the good wheat harvest — confirms his survival
102
      separating
the wheat from the chaff —
pre-interview jitters
103
      she gleans enough
wheat for a single loaf
. . . drought year
104
      shredded wheat
the summer hum
of combine harvesters
105
      Sitting with Dad searching
for worn wheat penny memories
wrapped in faded red paper
106
      snow-dusted field —
a murmuration
of starlings
107
      soft hiss rises
announcing autumn harvest
long shadows fall
108
      Spica . . .
from a starry night
the whispers of wheat
109
spitting kernels
the baler moves across the fields
summer wheat
110
      spring zephyr . . .
wheat fields doing
the “wave”
111
      stand in golden field
Gram takes my hand whispers
someday
112
starlit sky . . .
the dog’s whiskers immersed
in wheat dust
113
      swaying wheat field . . .
describing to my mother
the Black Sea again
114
sweeping the clouds
thanks to its tropical breeze
hazy IPA
115
      tender grass
mature kernels
feeding the world
116
      The grain that
Assembles the smell
Of the raw earth
117
      the old farmer’s
weathered face
. . . harvest time
118
the pastor
waters both
wheat and tares
119
      the sky a shroud
a flock of crows drops
on a field of wheat
120
      the war —
harvesting lives
instead of wheat
121
      The waves carry us.
Our lives are short, our wave wheat.
Our time to harvest.
122
This winter’s wind once
made the wavy wheat break be-
yond the horizon.
123
      undulating
ripened wheat
lipstick
124
Van Gogh’s wheatfield
the thunderstorm
inside his head
125
      waves of wind
rippling long prairie wheat . . .
meadowlark song
126
      weeding in yellow
many sunflowers
and wheat ears
127
      west winds
ripple across the sea
Kansas fields
128
      Wheat an essential food
absolut in daily drink
manna from heaven.
129
      wheat baguette
still warm
crispy
130
      wheat crop success
measured by too
little or much
131
wheat ears . . .
what words do the sunlight
whisper
132
      wheat editing
Roman emperors to gluten bellies
— our Midas touch
133
      Wheat field
as far as the eye can see
gold for everyone
134
      wheat field
still with open arms
scarecrow
135
      wheat field
the amber waves
of war
136
      wheat field . . .
the bright colour
of poppies
137
      wheat field in fog —
all things translucent
then gone
138
wheat fields
Van Gogh’s glowing halo
of sun
139
      wheat fields of Russia
among the gleaners
my little mother
140
      Wheat for birds;
On the edge of the barn
Your voice echoes
141
wheat grass
only one hostage
kiss the ground
142
      wheat harvest
a scarecrow placed
on the pounded stone
143
      wheat harvesting
old scarecrow retires
without farewell
144
      wheat moon
the pain of reaping
an alien field
145
      wheat offering
the monk counts
prayer beads
146
      wheat pack
the curved grace
of her neck
147
      wheat panicles in the shape of a sickle the farmer
148
      wheat plantation
an AC/DC jacket
to the scarecrow
149
      wheat springs forth amidst the mines
150
      Wheat stalks
Mixed with bright flowers
Grandpa’s coffin wreath
151
Wheaties
unfrosted
uneaten
152
      where the wheat
was eaten down to the ground
hoofprints
153
      where the wheat fields were now wind
154
white wheat
for our daily bread
baked in my heart oven
155
wilted fields
In my eyes . . . the children
I have to feed
156
      wind in the wheat
the rustle
of her wedding gown
157
windblown wheat field
waves of blonde
in the convertible
158
      winnowing
fallen back wheat —
my lessons on gravity
159
      winnowing wheat —
I slowly let go
of the undesirable
160
      winter evenings —
roadside chapati makers’
patient deal
161
      winter storm
scent of sourdough
in her rustic cabin
162
      winter wheat
a hoof-pawed
clod of snow
163
      winter wheat
just up across the road
his & her graves
164
      winter wheat
waving goodbye
for the last time
165
      yesterday’s noodle
stops the rolling pen
but not the haiku

 

Kukai Results

On the first day of the following month, results of the tally of the kukai will be announced. The top vote-getters as voted by readers will be posted, along with the number of points each poem tallied, and each poem’s authorship will be revealed at this time. Winners will be invited to select from a list of prizes provided by The Haiku Foundation. The theme for the new month will be announced at the same time, and the process repeated. Poems remain the copyrighted property of their authors, but The Haiku Foundation reserves the right to publish, display and archive all submitted poems for this and other purposes at its discretion.

Congratulations to all our participants!

 

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