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August 2007 Issue VII:3

Haiku/Senryu

 



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far blue mountains
if only I'd held
my tongue

among the reed shadows
the noon blue heart
of the butterfly

Patrick Sweeney

 

 

 

last snow, in the woods,
like the underlining
of an obscure passage

 

honeybee,
does your language
mention the moon?

 

years
of commuting
of uneventful merging

 
John Stevenson

 

 

 

 

A winter night:
Deeply asleep,
I am a cat

 

A red ant
Stretches space and time
On a camellia

 

Petals falling . . .
Finally, I go
Along with them

 

Inside of me
A bowed homeless man
Collects the rain

 
Jack Galmitz

 

 

 

deep in the raindrop    a blade of grass

Graham Nunn

 

 

 

the shapes of clouds . . .
neither one of us
is right

 

dead of winter
someone with
the wrong number

Collin Barber

 

 

 

 

     turning from my
mirror
      leaves tossed in rain

 

     alone on the sill
a pear
      with age spots

 

     between waves
scuttling gulls
      working the gaps

William Ramsey

 

 

 

sunny hillscape           
a silhouette in yogaasan
takes on color

 

slicing wind
     the skylark alone
knows the pull

Kala Ramesh

 

 

 

twilight
me slowly pouring
into the not-me

   
 

pain fading the days back to wilderness

at the last moment preparing for the next

 
 

a breeze and my mind on to other things

Jim Kacian

 

 

 

 

swallowtails—
a mission fig
cut in half

 
Peggy Willis Lyles

 

 

 

sharpening a blade
on a whetstone - how far
we've come back

 

lingering heat...
a young man snags
a sidewalk butt

Andrea Grillo

 

 

 

River festival willows swaying  her yukata

Guy Simser

 

 

 

spring dig—
a worm recoils
from itself

 

child
in the rain
bounces back

Helen Buckingham

 

 

 

no fruit to offer—
the elephant searches the air
blesses me still

 

we walk all day
to see the other face
of the great hill

 

quiet bell chimes . . .
the temple elephant
on a midnight walk

 
Shyam Santhanam

 

 

 

high beams
the darkness
behind me

 

ordinary time
the darkening
of stained glass

William Kenney

 

 

 

  I watch as
the word fox vanishes
autumn begins
 
the wind stops
I find myself here
in a far place
  night coming
maples
whitened by the wind
  a star
millions of wings trembling
in the cave
 
Peter Yovu

 

 

 

She expands
and contracts
a cock crows

 

The same problems
the same reactions
raining again

George Swede

 

 

 

 

missing you
in a phone box full
of burnt holes

 
Liam Wilkinson

 

 

 

spring mountain the lowest clouds right through her

     
 

cold morning
the subway window
with no reflection

 
Bruce Ross

 

 

 

overnight creative nature wrote a peony white  
  too old for next year's irises
unsettled as february disappears
 
 
if i were a spring centipede would all my legs hurt
marlene mountain

 

 

 

 

razored through
to the void
raven

 
Ann K. Schwader

 

 

 

falling into
the space between our spines—
full moon

 

between the shadows
and spring—
the color red

Dana Duclo

 

 

 

  coyote choir
we wake beneath
next season's stars
 
Allan Burns

 

 

 

red peppers
the things he said
laid out in front of me

 

after the fight
the boxers’
embrace

Rose Hunter

 

 

 

 

wild oats
spilling from my daughter's braids
evening light

 
Josh Wikoff

 

 

 

Saying it for you
cutting winds
on the mudflats

泥地上 凜冽的風 我為你而說

 
 
Any bus or train leaving Hiroshima at dawn

長崎的早晨  撘乘公車或火車離開都好

The point of autumn warm water hits the spot

秋分 溫水喝起來真過癮

 
 
Getting blown beneath desert stars take me now

沙漠星空下  品蕭  讓我死去吧

Paul Pfleuger, Jr. (trans. Zhao-Yan Chen, 陳召燕)

 

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