Vanguard haiku, page 3

WHR Autumn 2020

Vanguard Haiku

Page 3

Zatsui, Haiku of Merit

continued

draught stirs

pages of gran’s diary

pre-covid days echo

Marilyn Humbert

cosmic storm

out of chaos sparks

of new life

Marilyn Humbert

coronavirus-

measuring whose loneliness

is greater

Dan Iulian

from isolation

the stars appear

more distant

Roberta Beach Jacobson

walking alone

my path returned

me to me

Vidur Jyoti

pandemic

I'm starting to forget

what her lips look like

Robert Kania

screech of wild parrots

a time when we are all

squirreled away

Deborah P Kolodji

a mask

beautiful eyes above

a new mystery

Joseph M. Kusmiss

confinement ...

watching spring

pass by

Natalia Kuznetsova

another month ...

over once polluted town

bright stars

Natalia Kuznetsova

without social distancing –

the tree

full of birds

Capotă Daniela Lăcrămioara

taking off my mask

the scent of purple lilacs

arrives with the breeze

Priscilla H. Lignori

only when it's safe

the snail comes out of its shell—

life in quarantine

Priscilla H. Lignori

with statues torn down

pigeons pace bewilderedly—

Independence Day

Priscilla H. Lignori

meters apart

a stranger and I

forest bathing

Chen-ou Liu

crowded market—

she clears her way

with a cough

Carole MacRury

summer funeral—

all five people

sitting separately

Carole MacRury

July sky-

in his last message

still beats the heart

Carmela Marino

for this wheezing

deep within the ribcage

there is no answer

David McMurray

setting sun

slowly dyes the autumn leaves

students all in masks

David McMurray

home alone

a ladybug

breaks the quarantine

Radka Mindova

In the yard, six friends

six feet apart wearing masks—

fireflies speak for us.

Felicia Mitchell

Earth laughs in flowers,

or so Emerson once said—

but sometimes earth cries.

Felicia Mitchell

with masks and gloves

we look at each other

like two strangers

Vasile Moldovan

Neighbor‘s bed is empty-

he is gone, maybe home,

maybe in eternity

Vasile Moldovan

artificial lung -

every breath of air is worth

its weight in gold

Vasile Moldovan

hope keeps us alive

helps us trudging forward

towards a new horizon

Aju Mukhopadhyay

on fresh snow

the fir shadow blurs—first

signs of Covid-19

Angela Naccarato

masked faces,

talking

eyes

Rimi Nath

pandemic outbreak—

fear,

the cruelties of fear.

Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih

bad fate

my survival paid with

loneliness

Franjo Ordanić

home quarantine

video calls from

next room

Pravat Kumar Padhy

sowing seeds—

distance not mattered

for the gardener

Pravat Kumar Padhy

now when

the air is cleaner...

these masks

Vandana Parashar

quarantined

all my anger misdirects

at my kids

Vandana Parashar

above the mask

how I love the smile

in your eyes

Carol Raisfeld

longing…..

the magic of an

ordinary day

Carol Raisfeld

inside the day

inside the night

inside myself

Carol Raisfeld

Covid-19

searching for peace

in the chaos

Carol Raisfeld