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  1. 1. haiku133 Page 1 of 12 kernels Summer 2013 haiku (scroll to the bottom for EC Choice) cattails where the red-winged blackbirds used to perch dandelion fields at the edge of hot sand the moon is a beacon John Soules, CAN Tatjana Debeljacki, Serbia ~~~ ~~~ first hot day blinded by the flash of white flesh first sunlight then shadow a swinging loveseat Rachel Sutcliffe, UK Patricia Kelly (Roswila), USA ~~~ ~~~ black swans preening each other we come clean my silence full of cicadas in my hut Rodney Williams, AUS Ernesto P Santiago, Phillipines ~~~ ~~~ blackberry jam the sweet taste of summer dust it stopped in her blue irises fast-flying bird Angela Terry, USA ~~~ clover meadows– bowing into their shadows young ewes zaustavlja se u modrim zjenicama brzi let ptice Željko Špoljar, Croatia ~~~ Maire Morrissey-Cummins, Ireland ~~~ the old path lost in a gloomy woods . . . distant bells u mračnoj šumi izgubljena stara staza . . . daleka zvona returning home under the gills of a big fish a willow stick povratak s Česme pod škrgama velike ribe vrbov kolac Djurdja Vuklic' Rozic', Croatia ~~~ Sasa Vazic', Serbia ~~~ river walk– the scent of lilacs and fresh tar 1/3/2014
  2. 2. haiku133 Page 2 of 12 white wind scouring the breakwater a seagull’s cry Lorin Ford, AUS ~~~ migrating butterflies— her hand on mine heightens the baby's movements Adelaide B. Shaw, USA ~~~ a long way . . . the flapping of magpie wings fills the dark dug put . . . lepršanje svračjih krila ispunjava mrak Chad Lee Robinson, USA Sasa Vazic', Serbia ~~~ ~~~ a profusion of stars after-rain lilacs buhos ng mga bituin ang mga lila na naulanan field clover bending to the weight of a bumblebee Alegria Imperial, CAN Ben Moeller-Gaa, USA ~~~ echoing sky . . . a woodpecker sounds the pine ~~~ summer night connecting the dots Mark E. Brager, USA John Soules, CAN (Editor's Choice) ~~~ ~~~ summer rains the climate changes between us scattered grains after the harvest feasting birds Aron Rothstein, USA ~~~ prosuto zrnje nakon žetve na njivi gozba pticama lake's edge a swan soaks dry bread with its beak Ljubica Kolaric' Dumic', Croatia rub jezera labud namače suhi kruh kljunom plum petals sailing eastward on the Sava . . . ~~~ Zlata Bogovic', Croatia ~~~ ocean sounds I pass a conch from my ear to hers ெப¯uகடƒஒலிக„ latice šljive plove Savom - ka istoku putuju . . . Ljubomir Radovancevic', Croatia ~~~ 1/3/2014
  3. 3. haiku133 Page 3 of 12 எ}காதிலி¯|¢ அவ¶t” ஊ¢சuைக மா‚றிேன} tumbleweeds the wooden cross without a name Ramesh Anand, India ~~~ heat wave over but lingering moments drip by drip Raffael de Gruttola, USA ~~~ snow fence it can't hold back the spring Mike Rehling, USA ~~~ William Scott Galasso, USA ~~~ May Day the jingling shins of Morris dancers André Surridge, NZ ~~~ surveyor's flags an inchworm measures the clothes line Barbara Snow, USA cicadas in the sky a new shade of blue ~~~ Vessislava Savova, Bulgaria S. M. Abeles, USA ~~~ ~~~ early morning light along the river byways beaver at work what to say what not to say autumn rain Ayaz Daryl Nielsen, USA Mark Smith, USA ~~~ ~~~ a summer evening walking arm in arm with the warmth deep night the canyon walls echo my solitude through shade trees a narrow beam of quiet Johnny Baranski, USA noćnu tišinu pustom ulicom valja stari pijanica Hristina Pandjaridis, Bulgaria ~~~ ~~~ morning prayer a branch at my window beaded with rain Bill Kenney, USA tethered this boat and I . . . autumn dusk Carol Judkins, USA ~~~ ~~~ Indian summer sweaters returned to the drawer 1/3/2014
  4. 4. haiku133 Page 4 of 12 Patricia Prime, NZ an old drunkard night stillness rolling over the street Malvina Mileta, Croatia ~~~ ~~~ scent of lilacs in the stillness my mother's voice Louisa Howerow, CAN bullfinch the squeaking hinge of a child’s swing Cynthia Rowe, AUS ~~~ ~~~ the scent of a watered garden . . . twittering sparrows Dawn Bruce, AUS countryside wherever I go cobs of maize ~~~ where forest meets water the night of fireflies na selu gdje god pošla polja kukuruza Marija Pogorilić, Croatia ~~~ scattered grains after the harvest feasting birds prosuto zrnje nakon žetve na njivi gozba pticama Kala Ramesh, India ~~~ thirty fifth autumn . . . a railway bridge peeps out of the fog Trideset peta . . . jesen. Zheleznichki most viri iz magle Damir Damir, Montenegro Ljubica Kolaric'Dumic', Croatia ~~~ ~~~ swing bridge a wishbone charm on the hiker’s wrist in the garden a cardinal whistles changing light Cynthia Rowe, AUS Louisa Howerow, CAN ~~~ ~~~ pulsating heat my heart is pulsating too from the lizard's threat crab holes gasp under my footprints . . . receding wave Kala Ramesh, India ~~~ the glitter Pulsira pulsira jara pulsira moje srce i guša guštera Rajna Beogovic' (1939-2011), Serbia ~~~ 1/3/2014
  5. 5. haiku133 Page 5 of 12 of tall buildings winter moon Bill Kenney, USA ~~~ Slug trail on the porch . . . Now, I understand my life David H. Rosen, USA (Editor's Choice) ~~~ salt water taffy on the promenade a bitter wind Johnny Baranski, USA ~~~ wind sweeps the tall grasses . . . morning jazz Mark Smith, USA ~~~ severe frost robin song thaws the graveyard André Surridge, NZ ~~~ the kite— carrying the last sunrays in its wings Aju Mukhopadhyay, India ~~~ a summer day the old dog licking its own shadow Hristina Pandjaridis, Bulgaria ~~~ monsoon dusk the flood carrying my shattered dreams ப¯வமைழtகால அ|தி~ெபா¸¢ என¢ ெநா²uகிய கனºகைள எž{¢vெசƒ´ ெவ„ள Ramesh Anand, India ~~~ new leaves the urge to ride no-handed Michele L. Harvey, USA ~~~ centered in his ripples bufflehead drake the stillness waiting in a puddle April clouds Aron Rothstein, USA (Editor's Choice) Barbara Snow, USA ~~~ ~~~ Mother's Day a pillowcase billows with fiddleheads evening sky a pale moon behind listless trees Alan Bridges, USA R K Singh, India ~~~ ~~~ sere grasses— summer threads unraveling sudden storm losing power in the argument Debbie Strange, CAN 1/3/2014
  6. 6. haiku133 Page 6 of 12 Ben Moeller-Gaa, USA ~~~ ~~~ battle in the sky it will be a free fall a gull and crow daybreak . . . portulaca blossoms still closed bitka na nebu slobodni bit će pad galeb i vrana зазоряване... цветовете на калдаръмчето все още затворени Dinko Sule, Croatia Diana Teneva, Bulgaria ~~~ ~~~ walking mown paths through hip-high buttercups . . . dull skies forgotten rooted tree— he is in deep thought autumn leaves Kirsty Karkow, USA Pravat Kumar Padhy, India ~~~ ~~~ this house . . . the restlessness of shadows the surprise of a reclining crescent early darkness Peggy Heinrich, USA ~~~ mud wasps in the mailbox postage due Tricia Knoll, USA ~~~ day by day our friendship grows— gardening talk Anne Curran, NZ ~~~ threatening sky the distant hills in deep shadow Adelaide B. Shaw, USA ~~~ ova kuća . . . nemir uzdrhtalih senki Sasa Vazic', Serbia ~~~ curtain sway a paper wasp explores the open door Kirsten Cliff, NZ ~~~ after the Gospel the flutter of a trapped sparrow Mark E. Brager, USA ~~~ ice storm a rainbow coats the power line Angela Terry, USA 1/3/2014
  7. 7. haiku133 Page 7 of 12 frozen web only the spider knows the weight of a moth ~~~ Aine MacAodha, UK a four-leaf clover in the widower's garden roses bloom with weeds ~~~ Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines the sun slowly drawing blades of grass my bare feet ~~~ sunce strpljivo bronzom crta vlati trave bronze bosa stopala billowing clouds— the clothesline strung with summer Sondra J. Byrnes, USA Tatjana Debeljacki, Serbia ~~~ ~~~ sea glass– I thread the colours of a winter sky no corner without at least a speck of sunlight memorial garden Lorin Ford, USA Patricia Kelly (Roswila), USA ~~~ ~~~ bright edge of the moon coming out of an eclipse sunrise— tracks from the night in dewy grass Marje Dyck, CAN Rose Soldo, Bosnia and Herzegovina ~~~ ~~~ the calf roper's lasso spinning overhead summer clouds empty fountain the smell of thunder and heavy rain Chad Lee Robinson, USA (Editor's Choice) Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic', Serbia ~~~ ~~~ hiking alone a new path opens up the scent of lilacs what will she smile about at fifty? Thomas Chockley, USA Claudette Russell, USA ~~~ ~~~ sudden shower scarlet maple leaves more scarlet in the night an odd warble turns summer to fall Tricia Knoll, USA Elaine Riddell, NZ ~~~ 1/3/2014
  8. 8. haiku133 Page 8 of 12 ~~~ Matsushima . . . holding this moonlit night under the pines Chen-ou Liu, CAN ~~~ staccato of rain the silence between them is deafening Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines ~~~ still pond the frog's half-closed eyes atop a lotus John J. Han, USA ~~~ thoughts of home . . . I rake last year's leaves for compost Chen-ou Liu, CAN loosestrife how easily loneliness can spread Dawn Apanius, USA ~~~ outgoing tide a barnacled pile fingers the wind James Chessing, USA (Editor's Choice) ~~~ night rain spreads over the moss and a snail noćna kiša polegla na mahovinu i puža Zlata Bogovic', Croatia ~~~ ~~~ a grain of sand stays in my suitcase the memento holiday traffic even the rain at a standstill зрно пијеска чувам на дну кофера за успомену Rachel Sutcliffe, UK Branka Vojinovic'-Jegdic', Montenegro ~~~ ~~~ owl at dusk— on the shroud of snow a hut's shade rumble… cosseted moonbeams burst on her night hibou au crépuscule— sur le linceul de neige l'ombre d'une cabane Minh-Triêt PHAM, France ~~~ thin sun my husband and I share a teabag danarudor. . . nabuak dagiti nakalemmeng a raniag ti bulan iti sipngetna Alegria Imperial, CAN ~~~ swifts chase the last embers of the day ah the years pass 1/3/2014
  9. 9. haiku133 Page 9 of 12 Michele L. Harvey, USA Andy Pomphrey, UK ~~~ ~~~ an old dog barks at the foreclosed house winter solstice lighting a match you instantly hide the moonlight Chen-ou Liu, CAN Liz Moura, USA ~~~ ~~~ boats rock between the stars– harbour night mountain sitting— near a river to ponder over the future Maire Morrissey-Cummins, Ireland Deepak Chaswal, India ~~~ ~~~ storm forecast even the crickets refuse to sing choppy Irish Sea failing to dislodge this red starfish Victor P. Gendrano, Phillipines Maeve O'Sullivan, Ireland ~~~ ~~~ end of Ghost Month the moon and I make our way through the night fragment of shell the bubble of firelight in the fog . . . Chen-ou Liu, CAN James Chessing, USA ~~~ ~~~ how a poet bends the summer wind . . . day lilies from hot asphalt this blister on my foot — a beer poster Alegria Imperial, CAN Vruć asvalt I plik na mom tabanu— reklama piva ~~~ summer stream my feet dipping into tao John J. Han, USA ~~~ summer thunder the temperature drops on our conversation Tatjana Stefanovic', Serbia ~~~ hand in hand we walk back home . . . the Milky Way Rodney Williams, AUS ~~~ 1/3/2014
  10. 10. haiku133 Page 10 of 12 Tricia Knoll, USA beach party empty beer bottles sing with a salt breeze ~~~ Rachel Sutcliffe, UK night star the inevitability of dawn ~~~ Anne Curran, NZ falling leaves my quilting scraps lie in a new pattern ~~~ Frances Jones, USA (Editor's Choice) a couple crows on the suspension bridge nearly sunset ~~~ Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic', Serbia a dying sunflower on the window's edge— summer twilight ~~~ Florida sun dancing before harvest a corn snake’s tongue meurt un tournesol sur le bord de la fenêtre— crépuscule d'automne Robert Piotrowski, CAN Minh-Triêt PHAM, France ~~~ ~~~ a pale moon mirrored in the lake a trembling doe a kestrel fast as an errant dart my revery broken Rose Solodo, Bosnia and Herzegovina Neal Whitman, USA ~~~ ~~~ (Some of the Croatian haiku were translated by Djurdja Vukelic' Rozic'; Some of the Serbian haiku were translated by Sasa Vazic', and others were translated by individual authors.) ~~~ ~~~ Editor's Haiku Choices Slug trail on the porch . . . Now, I understand my life David H. Rosen, USA As my Editor’s Choice, I've selected this deceptively plain haiku by David H. Rosen, as a fine example of what the haiku genre is about, man and nature. David's haiku is an equilibrium which contains feelings of uncertainty and hints of self-mockery, seemingly a somewhat despondent and detached description of his own life, as well as the unfathomable beauty he perceived in the slug’s silver trail, as a metaphor for one’s own legacy. A crafty comparison of a natural phenomenon to both the plight and the blessings of mankind . . . what scholarly scope! I realize that poetry is a "living art form" and will always be evolving forward or reverting back full circle.Therefore the gift to be simple and stick to it when everyone around you is experimenting by pushing the boundaries, and trying to come off as a complex intellectual, is a difficult path. 1/3/2014
  11. 11. haiku133 Page 11 of 12 David is a complex intellectual which is why I believe he has already mastered simple. His moment reflects only the pureness and simplicity of nature as it is, and states this clearly through mention of something as mundane as a slug, then he adds the surprise juxtaposition. My Editor's Choices are never based on the number of lines, since format to me has nothing to do with content, nor do I think a kigo is mandatory, although I do believe that at least some "feeling" of the natural world is a must, as well as a setting, subject, verb, and an aha, no matter in what order they appear. Unfortunately, there are others out there today who are publishing "short poems" of any type or kind under the guise of haiku. While this may be fine for mainstream poetry, imo, it's a whole different story when it comes to Japanese and eastern aesthetics. David’s haiku is an exceptional example of "yugen". ~~~ ~~~ the calf roper's lasso spinning overhead summer clouds Chad Lee Robinson, USA For this EC, what great visuals! Haiku poet Chad Lee Robinson gives us a "lasso" in his opening line, we can see it "spinning overhead" in line 2, but wait! in line 3 we are allowed to see "summer clouds" through that lasso. Keeping the haiku cohesive throughout is an important point to its success. This haiku is more than words, it is a picture. However it isn't just a pretty picture, it has a very definite wide setting, an interesting subject, an action verb, and surprise follow through. Nature is involved as well as the human element. It has everything a haiku should have no matter if it was written years ago or just yesterday. ~~~ ~~~ summer night connecting the dots John Soules, CAN As I said, line formatting means nothing if everything is there, as-in this one-line haiku by John Soule from Canada. What do you see as the setting, subject, verb, and aha? I can imagine a whole sky (wide setting) full of stars (subject) connected (verb) "dot by dot" (aha), similar to a game some of us played as children. The fact that John left out any mention of stars is as skillful as it gets in this zen-style (but not incomplete) haiku moment. A very well done haiku! ~~~ ~~~ falling leaves my quilting scraps lie in a new pattern Frances Jones, USA Another fine EC by Frances Jones from Oregon. What a superb example of absolute juxtaposition, a feeling of the natural world plus human interface, who could ask for anything more? Frances mentions no colors, and yet you see them vividly in her new quilt pattern. ~~~ ~~~ centered in his ripples bufflehead drake Aron Rothstein, USA A nice one-liner written by Aron Rothstein. Normally I would recommend to an author that he use "its" instead of "his" or "hers", however with the last word being "drake", Aron reinforces the use of "his". The word "ripples" is the setting, "centered" is the verb", "bufflehead drake" is the subject, and the zoom effect is notable. The "aha" in this haiku would be the wonderful symmetry that the visuals create. ~~~ ~~~ outgoing tide 1/3/2014
  12. 12. haiku133 Page 12 of 12 a barnacled pile fingers the wind James Chessing, USA I chose this haiku by James because it is a fine example of how to skilfully use a hint of personification. I am totally against blatant personification in any haiku, so this was a refreshing find. The visuals of the pile of barnacles fingering the wind, is very powerful. The way James has used "fingers" as a verb, refers not to the barnacle having fingers, rather it means that the "legs"( which they do have) of the barnacles "finger" the wind. This haiku has a wide setting which is the "outgoing tide", an interesting subject of barnacles in a pile, an action verb correctly placed on line three, and the follow through of "the wind". It has a syllable count of 4, 5, 4 which demonstrates how well a short, long, short rhythm works. ~~~ ~~~ an'ya, haiku editor Top • Home • Copyright © 2013, All rights reserved by the respective authors & artists 1/3/2014