WHR August 2011
Shintai Haiku
First Place
I trädgården
klipper saxen
tystnad
In the garden
a pair of scissors
cuts silence
Kai Falkman
Second Place
I shadow
my shadow
to her grave
Victor P. Gendrano
Third Place
winter moon
the silence between us
reaches into new year
Dawn Bruce
my shadow
to her grave
Victor P. Gendrano
Third Place
winter moon
the silence between us
reaches into new year
Dawn Bruce
Seven Honourable Mentions (In no particular order)
a salty breeze - still clawing Steve Addiss
can’t zip it up- this dress I wore last summer must have shrunk Winona Baker
brave mirror doesn’t distort truthlooks me in the eye Minal Sarosh Zatsuei, or Haiku of Merit ants swarm over an upturned beetle rose-scented breeze Sheila Bello driftwood keeps coming back golden retriever Alan S. Bridges evening cloudburst an apple bough heavy with raindrops Sharon Burrell fast moving clouds tow their shadows across the city Stephen Colgan the pigeon and its shadow share a crumb Stephen Colgan beach sand - countless questions pass between us Gillena Cox summer morning lines of African children wait for food John Daleiden Diana, the name of the moon so low and fat and round Jim Davis knocking down the house – on the last wall undisturbed a snail Ioana Dinescu Solen rör sig upp och ner på ett grässtrå The sun is moving up and down on a blade of grass Bilens bakljus tänt på parkeringen av morgonsolen The car’s rear light turned on at the parking by the morning sun Fågeln flyger iväg innan jag finner henne i fågelboken The bird flies away before I find her in the book of birds Kai Falkman half-moon reflection in morning coffee menopause Kate Godsey By the light I live Throughout the darkness I dream I love in-between Ken Graybill city bus trying not to stare at her tattoos Peggy Heinrich red clover once grandpa wove a tiara for me all that remains a mound of stones and red trumpet vine Elizabeth Howard As the sun goes down Shadows lengthen, darkness falls My heart is barren. Douglas F. Johnson nunnery the old weathercock dominant Hans Jongman his footfall suddenly sideways... ladybird André Surridge |
receding floods the muddy watermarkon a line of washing Dawn Bruce
long after the bell stops I hear it Owen Bullock
a simple meal, a cold bath and a good book
Howard Lee Kilby (In no particular order) homework done kids catch flight to the moon Manu Kant past mid-night watching stars the dream continues Manu Kant abandoned roller-coaster a curved path of the setting sun Anthony Kudryavitsky washing sunlight on the steel plate mother at the sink Snehith Kumbla In her sleep, I am no one, but the warmth of another sheet. . . David E. LeCount Needle and thread-- the way she looks for the thread: my grandmother's squint David E. LeCount mended nets the fisherman knits in his wife’s shadow empty shell on the shore – we learn about a friend’s death broken tower clock still the wind chimes its bell Maya Lyubenova first light-- songbirds chattering as if it were this floating world-- a puddle on the pool cover Scott Mason First drops of rain Goosebumps on earth Bliss. Bijay Mohanty early dawn the cuckoo song breathes life into my bones Gautam Nadkarni baggage carousel the only bag left not ours hammering away at bent nails, he swears like his father Nika a hearse parked outside the local bar last orders Andy Pomphrey beginning of new era unending search for fresh resolution R. Purushotham I wish to weave winged words of joy fly far away Riitta Rossilahti neighbour’s window the shakuhachi curtain swaying Guy Simser After the storm picking fallen tamarind-- too high the tree Ram Krishna Singh beach house for sale in the tidepools tiny shrimp live their whole lives ocean cliff tree willingly bent by wind to have the whole sky watchful father quail doesn’t know he’s just shown me where his babies are John R. Snyder following a landscape the Yangtze river meander… and my dreams Anna Yin |
