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Per Diem Archive: N. Dadhwal 2018, Memory

Remembrance of Time Past: Use of Memory in Forming Haiku
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Read each poem carefully, let it recreate its reality in you, mull it over, and consider the role memory might have played in its creation… And remember to enjoy!

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Author: Michael Dylan Welch
an old woolen sweater
         taken yarn by yarn
                     from the snowbank
Author: Gautam Nadkami
desert dunes —
I yearn for my home
along the riverbank
Author: Barbara Kaufmann
dried oregano —
adding a summer kigo
to my winter stew
Author: Iliyana Stoyanova
this rain 
I must have heard it 
somewhere before
Author: Richard Gilbert
trading a past
life regression for a
past life: rape
Author: Carole MacRury
leaf fall —
how easily I slip
between seasons
Author: Alan Summers
am I the ghost
of a child who died before me?
autumn deepens
Author: Kala Ramesh
flowing river . . .
my mother recalls
India's partition
Author: Stephen Bailey
autumn dusk . . .
the descent of light
into its past
Author: Sandip Chauhan
stirring spices
into mama's chipped bowl . . .
Diwali feast
Author: Gillena Cox
detention lines —
“the way of the transgressor...”
chalked on the black board
Author: Sandi Pray
blueberry wine
last summer's fireflies
deep inside
Author: Rita Odeh
refugee camp —
sculpting the tree trunk
into a cross
Author: S. M. Abeles
pressed flower
I remember
being beautiful
Author: Pravat Kumar Padhy
cloud patches…
recalling my faint 
memories
Author: Hazel Hall
birds stir –
morning ragas
in my chai
Author: Johannes S. H. Bjerg
sleeping through Beethoven's 5th
we left
the dead volcano
Author: Sheila Windsor
in this sweet-pea posy
suddenly the past
Author: Taro Aizu
As if tsunami
Had been a fabrication —
The calm sea in spring
Author: Marlene Mountain
ancient eras sometimes we'd say that's a first for a male
Author: Pat Geyer
chalk outline...
fading memory
of misspent youth
Author: Maire Morrissey-Cummins
kissing his forehead
for the last time
snow on the mountains
Author: Linda Papanicolaou
basket full of sun —
mother folds the morning's wash
clothespin by clothespin
Author: Kumarendra Mallick
home visit —
I search my father's footprints
on the village road
Author: Kath Abela Wilson
Buson's grave
a wet hydrangea 
bows its head
Author: Shernaz Wadia
vague shapes
beckon through the thicket…
Alzheimer’s
Author: A. Thiagarajan
autumn evening
I lightly touch
my son’s first scribbles
Author: Veronika Zora Novak
homesickness
for the scent of sunlight
in her hair
Author: K. Ramesh
scent of a pain balm
in the railway station...
memories of my father
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