Haiku 2, January 2011
Shintai Haiku Selections
First Place
I play piano
to chase away the blues
from my humble house
Howard Lee Kilby
Second Place
hair strand
divides her
smile
Snehith Kumbla
Third Place
icy winter day
refusing his brown hand
she slips again
Victor P. Gendrano
I tip my hat
whenever
the wind insists
ayaz dary nielsen
Seven Honourable Mentions (In no particular order)
Christmas snow
can angels dance
on a pinhead?
Chen-ou Liu
Musky perfume
open unsleeping eyes--
drowsy sweetness
R.K.Singh
amateur night
a candle melting into
candle remains
John Stevenson
Zatsuei, or Haiku of Merit
a marble Christ
stained glass sunlight
over his woe
Alexander Ask
red poppies--
a gentle breeze
blows across the minefield
Alan S. Bridges
clear sky
a sick vulture all alone
in the tree
Rosa Clement
shot guns
a flock of birds flies
without scattering
Rosa Clement
street puddle
the crow drinks a few drops
of sky
Rosa Clement
railroad yard
a beggar
wrapped in cardboard
Raffael de Gruttola
day lilies -
alongside the vase
yesterday's petals
Peggy Heinrich
On a city street
the baby squirrel hesitates
and I catch my breath.
Anne Hills
paper birch
paper wasp
papyrus
Elizabeth Howard
grandpa at the beach -
watches waves come and go
come and go, come .....
vishnu p kapoor
war memorial
the soldier's shadow covers
another soldier
Rosa Clement
dental waiting room
I numb my worries
with stale news
William Hart
holding the flower
in the middle of its being -
the red poinsettia
Priscilla Lignori
stray cat,
sleeping with our
easy-going mutt
ayaz dary nielsen
(In no particular order)
curlews
bringing wildness
to the wilderness
Sean MacMathuna
gravestones
for sale
in snow
john martone
stand naked
leafless frosty branches;
life almost squeezed
Aju Mukhopadhyay
winter, a phase
of life, comes to lead it
to fulfilment
Aju Mukhopadhyay
sunset..
shadows forgetting
daytime discretions
ayaz dary nielsen
shafts of sunlight —
his fingers trace
her skin
Nirali Shah
Time to talk
to the inner child--
baby sitting
R.K.Singh
November
one of these days
one of those days
John Stevenson
Wanting a poem
I lie in bed just barely
Aware of birdsong
Elizabeth Strand