circling sea gulls --
he orders the sandwiches,
hopes she shows up
crashing surf
eyes on the Big Dipper
toes in the sand *
tangled seaweed
missing turrets
of a sandcastle *
Deborah P Kolodji
* These two haiku are to be published in:
The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry © 2005
ISBN 1-787431-52-8 (release date fall 2005)
Richard Vallance, ed.
1
nightfall
a wise owl
becomes the light
2
nightfall
two yellow moons
a wise owl
A Basho/Bashing Tribute Haiku *
Li Po - unripe peach
Basho - useless banana
Time - cold to emotion
* The more I learn about Basho
the more I like him
On the Knowledge of Destiny
The Wind
The Dandelion Clock -
Does either know its Destiny
Tim Lang
Ao-ume wo
uteba katsuchiru
Aoba kana.
Yosa Buson (1601-1693)
When we cut down green umes, *
the green leaves
fall together.
* We make pickled umes and ume
liquor from green umes.
Ume is like plum.
Hana-ibara
Kokyou no michi ni
nitaru kana.
Yosa Buson (1601-1693)
Sweet bramble,
reminding me
of my hometown's road.
Hototogisu
Koe yokotahuya
Mizu no ue.
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
A little cuckoo,
his cry lies long
on the water.
A little cuckoo flew away.
Urei tutu
Oka ni noboreba
Hana-ibara
Yosa Buson (1601-1693)
In deep grief,
I went up a hill,
where there was a bramble flower.
My grief was made deeper.
All translations from the
original Japanese script
into Romanji & English by
Shigeki Matsumura 2005
tight wire artists
scampering over cable lines
squirrels play
stealth
tall grass ripples
cat jungle
trees
dance with the wind
even in the city
flowers
in a parking lot island
refresh spirit
what is the wind to do
when the street sweeper removes
all its toys
Kitsune Miko
(Sandy Vrooman)
Against the night
A single blossom smiles
As I sleep on the window sill.
Moonlight is gliding
Over a mirror lake
As dreams set sail.
Pamela Murray
yellow violets
her face met halfway
by the sun
in every piece
of the broken wine jug
midday sun
Andrew Riutta
Half-moon
thanks you for coming to dinner.
When will I see you again?
joan
(for Kathleen)
Joan Carol Urquhart
Ando Hirsoshige (1797-1858)
starry starry night ~
a wood pecker pecks
at astral silences
breeze floats stars ~
a white butterfly still
on a blue lotus
hilltop town ~
the stars so close i feel
i have a crown
Narayanan Raghunathan *
* Narayanan is 51 years old, and works
in the field of mathematics and
philosophy in India.
Footprints
in the wet sand-
where's mine?
Seashell
sings in my ear-
summer blues.
Sultry evening
even my glass of iced tea
sweat!
Scoops of sherbet
in my tall glass
melted crayons.
Shanzyra P. Rebancos 2005
e
Heron puffs
himself to look the world
a cloud to the frogs.
f
Héron s'est bouffé
pour s'illusioner en nuages
pour les grenouilles.
Richard Vallance
