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Haiku Page 1 - Neo Classical

April 2014

   Neo Classical Haiku


 FIRST PLACE

 

            spring cleaning —
            this futile search for
            my lost youth


Gautam Nadkarni


 SECOND PLACE

 

spring cleaning
my vacuum sucks up
pitch black winter blues.



Karin Anderson


 THIRD PLACE

 

falling blossoms
aging into detachment
I pick up my cane



Marie Shimane

 

 

 

 



SEVEN HONOURABLE MENTIONS
 (in no particular order) 

 

            spring field
            cottony clouds drift
            into nothingness



Shloka Shankar









bloomed magnolia tree
a man lifts his daughter up
to smell a blossom


Priscilla H. Lignori

 


 
пролетен дъжд
в изоставената градина
дъга от цветя


spring rain
in the desolate garden
a rainbow of flowers



Hristina Pandjaridis - Bulgaria
Translation Vesisslava Savova 



surviving snowdrop
after the hoof
early spring


Maya Kisyova




spring storm
hailstones
in his turn-ups


André Surridge


spring wind
my new hat
takes flight


André Surridge


first spring growth
the weeds he said
he dug up


Jeanne Cook


  



ZATSUEI 
(Haiku of Merit, in alphabetical order)

 


robin’s first flight
in opposite trees parents
warble puffed breasts


Karin Anderson   




spring rain . . .
a stone from the cairn
worn smooth



Mark E. Brager


neglected park
spring flowers brighter
than graffiti


Sue Burke



One hard frost –
all we have left
of winter


James Roderick Burns




first day of spring...
a sore-eye to remember
approaching the end


Jesus Chameleon




barber’s hedge –
the gardener takes a little
off the top


Susan Constable



twice around
the roundabout
haloed moon


Susan Constable

 



blues music
with your hand in mine
wolf moon


Jeanne Cook


розова стената
на жълтата къща
цъфнала праскова


pink the wall
of the yellow house
blossoming peach


Iliyana Boiyanova Deleva-Latkovska

(translated by the author and edited by Vessislava Savova)
  






May breeze
the buzz of loose birch bark
splitting firewood


Ignatius Fay


spring sun
a squadron of starlings
precision flying


 Ignatius Fay




fragrant spring night
I sip ambrosia
forget the gods


Jenny Fraser



Riverside Park
each walker stopping
to smell the same dogwood blossoms


Jay Friedenberg


stuck in traffic
we view cherry blossoms
from the car


Jay Friedenberg




melting snow
pink buds I didn’t see
yesterday


 John J. Han





rising early
for a concert rehearsal—
spring birds


John J. Han


spring planting--
mule team in rhythm
with the earth’s cycles


Elizabeth Howard


blistering heat--
the earth pants,
puffs of dust rising


Elizabeth Howard




spring flurries
a cedar waxwing
bites a frozen crab apple


Alicia Hilton



spring shower…
on the windscreen
golden wattle petals


Samantha Sirimanne Hyde




spring leaves -
another vacant seat
on the retiree's bench


Arvinder Kaur



peak of spring -
the bees colliding
over the flowers


Arvinder Kaur




bridal dawn—
rose petals leave their colour
on her cheeks


Pranav H Kodial




spring fever
a cuckoo cooing
my heart out


Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy



spring evening
the slate of rooftops
shades the sky


Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy


hitting my head
an acorn reminds me
it's autumn


Joseph M. Kusmiss




in the fall
dry pine needles
rule the road


Joseph M. Kusmiss




wedding bells...
a cloud of plum petals
waltzing in the air


Natalia Kuznetsova



endless winter
the old cat perfects
his way of the lap


Michael Henry Lee

 



april shower
recounting the morning's dreams
under the covers


Priscilla H. Lignori


nothing avoids it
not even the buried seeds—
touch of the spring sun


Priscilla H. Lignori

 



hot night
cicadas screech nearby
no sleep for me


Marilyn Linn

 



shades of winter light
I tune in
to the silence


Chen-ou Liu


a migrant's first winter
in a world of one color
the sound of wind

(after Basho)


Chen-ou Liu




spring breeze . . .
kitten sniffs where catnip
used to grow


CaroleAnn Lovin



spring wind…
the boy cuts a reed
for his bagpipe


Maya Lyubenova




gulmohar in bloom
a wasteful spring
in the forests


Ajaya Mahala


feeding on scat
butterflies don’t notice
my presence


Aju Mukhopadhyay




early dusk
the fisherman hauls in
a net of stars


Gautam Nadkarni




spring parade
ducklings one by one
into the lake


Patricia Prime

 



balmy spring
the curves of a woman
sunbathing


Patricia Prime

 



morning fog
how moonlight still shimmers
between pine needles


Terrie Leigh Relf AKA semi

 



spring storm
how the raccoon holds my gaze
as it climbs


Terrie Leigh Relf AKA semi




swirling fog
the scent of jasmine
guides me home


Terrie Leigh Relf AKA semi



seeing through
a plant's burlap covering
early spring light


Bruce Ross

 



slow days to spring
clouds part at sunset
for a teasing glimpse


Adelaide B. Shaw


fresh wind–
faded blossoms gather
in the gutter


 Adelaide B. Shaw



sunset on the field
wondering whether or not
the hare will appear


Marie Shimane




spring breeze
sneaked into your hair
entangled me


Igor Shugan


jeweled dragonflies
dart and swoop down by the pond
they cannot be still


Shelley Selle




wandering through
a morning of daffodils
a night of snow


Marie Shimane



under this old tree
cherry blossoms come to rest
his first love’s corsage


Guy Simser




deep autumn
every falling leaf
makes me tremble


Anusha Tennakoon



white moon –
the unforgettable scent
of freshly cut off mint


Diana Teneva


 

 

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