Brocade of Leaves

Michael Dylan Welch and Yu Chang, editors. Press Here, Sammamish, Washington, 2003, 32 pages, 85 poets (one poem each), ISBN 1-878798-27-8.

 

The Haiku North America conference took place at the Dalton School in New York City in 2003. From the introduction: “We know from experience—or at least from a dictionary—that a brocade is a rich silk fabric, often Oriental, with gold and silver patterns. In this book, we are presented with a vibrant brocade of voices, haiku and senryu serving as the gold and silver. These poems spring not just from the Orient, where haiku began, but from poetry weavers from across the United States and Canada, as well as other countries. And this brocade . . . is not just a brocade of silk, but a brocade of leaves, reminding us that nature is central to haiku and related genres of poetry.” The following are sixteen sample poems from the book.

 

 

circling Ground Zero

a ring of sequoias

but then I wake up

 

                Brenda J. Gannam

                Brooklyn, New York

 

 

late for work . . .

the cat’s muddy paw print

on my collar

 

                Brian Tasker

                Frome, Somerset, England

 

 

heavy snowfall

the Brooklyn Bridge

cancelled

 

                Bruce Kennedy

                Brooklyn, New York

 

 

another autumn

the tailor shop I wrote about

is gone

 

                Cor van den Heuvel

                New York, New York

 

 

above the park wall

the flags of a parade

going past

 

                Doris Heitmeyer

                New York, New York

 

 

apple pie

what more needs to be said

about my childhood

 

                Jerry Kilbride

                Sacramento, California

 

 

late      to watch the deciding game

   the full moon

 

                Marshall Hryciuk

                Toronto, Ontario

 

 

spring thaw—

the old scarecrow

a little taller

 

                Michael Dylan Welch

                Sammamish, Washington

 

 

brocade of leaves . . .

a monk sweeps a path

for the guests

 

                Pamela A. Babusci

                Rochester, New York

 

 

the wee hours

a quartered apple

browns

 

                Pamela Miller Ness

                New York, New York

 

 

old punk song . . .

I pump my fist

in the gardening glove

 

                Paul Pfleuger, Jr.

                Brooklyn, New York

 

 

The cliff’s dirt edge

       An eroded

sense of self

 

                Regina Weinreich

                New York, New York

 

 

old jazz record—

a scratch

              improvises

 

                Stanford M. Forrester

                Wethersfield, Connecticut

 

 

chrysalis

       the old-timer’s

       rapt attention

 

                Tom Painting

                Rochester, New York

 

 

spring rain

rereading my own book

I fall asleep

 

                William J. Higginson

                Summit, New Jersey

 

 

confluence

a marsh reed sways

with a blackbird

 

                Yu Chang

                Schenectady, New York