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Haiku page 3

WHR March 2018


Vanguard Haiku

 

  


First Place

 

 

        icy loneliness

        under layers of aging

        the stigma still stings

 

Marie Shimane

 

 


Second Place

 

 

the storks' empty nest 
on the roof of the closed church... 
my unborn child


Natalia Kuznetsova

 


Third Place



in the gallery
everyone starts to look
sculpted

Owen Bullock

 

 


Seven Honourable Mention 

(In no particular order)

 

 



        prayers for the dead

        do they too still desire

        the love we once shared

 

Marie Shimane

 

 



deafening silence 
in the old house for sale... 
voices from the past


Natalia Kuznetsova

 



neither the river

nor the shadow in it

knows about the human conflict

 

Aju Mukhopadhyay

 



first world war...

nostalgia for childhood

in grandpa's holster



Goran Gatalica

 

 




walking
she notices the women
he notices

Owen Bullock

 

 

 



winter nostalgia -

beside a small morgue

windblown lullaby

 

Goran Gatalica

 



peace talks

the war wounds

open

 

Mohammad Azim Khan

 

 


 


Zatsuei  

(Haiku of Merit, in no particular order)

 




April Fools

cartoon furniture sketched

around a vagrant

 

Stephen Amor

 


 

 



deep in my dream 
a janitor's broom turns 
to a shovel 

Alexey Andreev 

 



what a snowfall 
I mistook your nails 
for roses 

Alexey Andreev 


 

grieving   the candle snuffed out
before it had a chance   to burn

Gabriel Bates

 

 





shrouded moon
she will never be mine
completely



Gabriel Bates

 

 

 




a heavy sigh as I see 
the torn down spot 
of where my old house used to be


Niloufar Behrooz 


 

 




white swans by the lake 
flaunt their majestic figures-- 
poor lonely black crow. 

Niloufar Behrooz

 



sipping tea 
the dross gathers to shape 
your face. 

Niloufar Behrooz

 


 

 

 




it all went wrong when 
the road turned 
and we didn't


Niloufar Behrooz

 

 



trivia night…

drinks flow easier

than answers

 

Nancy Brady

 



outside the gallery
clouds seem so
naïve

Owen Bullock

 

 



Unsettled weather – 
the long queue 
for the dole.


Vassilis Comporozos

 




Sleeping with her 
dead granny’s photo 
in her little hand. 

Vassilis Comporozos 

 




young and weary

my visitor ID badge

from Tower One



Bill Cooper



ab ovo ...

in winter darkness

to be a child once again

 

Stefano d'Andrea

NOTE: ab ovo (from the egg) is a Latin phrase used by Horace, a Latin poet, in his Ars Poetica 147. It means that something is told since its beginning, its origins, or it dates back to them.

 



glass of Riesling –

the taste of what we did

among the vineyards

 

 Marie Derley

 


 



wandering cloud
the displaced boy sees
promised land



Ramlawt Dinpuia

 



Edgartown lighthouse

shrouded in dense fog as the

ghosts of whalers pass

 

Michael Ditchfield

 



carer George —

crazy, lonely and friendly enough

to be a palliative warrior

 

Malachi Doyle

 

 



white crows

granny sending

postcards from heaven

   

Radostina Dragostinova

 



childhood trauma

the teddy bear

missing one eye

 

Rebecca Drouilhet

 




breaking up -

her silhouette

in the bedroom window

 

Jay Friedenberg

 


 



warm water dive

a lunar landscape

of bleached coral

 

Jay Friedenberg

 

 




gentle breeze

she slips off

her camisole

 

Jay Friedenberg

 

 



war zone mongrel 
in a dog eat dog world 
a corpse scoffed 


Mike Gallagher

 

 




Feathery jewels

Amethyst and emerald

Ducks’ heads in the sun

 

Katarina Graah-Hagelbäck


 




Certain words have sticky feet

They walk all over my soul

Leaving nasty prints

 

Katarina Graah-Hagelbäck

 

 

 



Names and dates on a tombstone

One’s identity preserved

For eternal indifference

 

Katarina Graah-Hagelbäck

 

 



grandpa’s gone

too soon I rush to be there

too soon too late

 

Jim Grotkowski 

 




frogs croak, skip a stone

ripples and splashes

thirteen! silence

 

 Jim Grotkowski

 





in my head...

dad’s favourite

jazz riff

 

Samantha Sirimanne Hyde




night vigil...

listening to your

last breath


Samantha Sirimanne Hyde

 

 



white hair
the flowers I do not have
in my garden


Angiola Inglese

 

 



marble flowers -
the mother’s grave visited
by my memories only


Dan Iulian





this year, again, 

those on our Christmas list 
who have passed on 


Jeanne Jorgensen

 




old man 

struggles ...

eyes on eyelets

 

Mohammad Azim Khan

 

 




by the lake

he is looking for a path

from the childhood

 

Nina Kovacic

 

 




their anniversary;

no one left to

remember

 

Adele Krusz

 


 

 




the waning moon 

captured in the disused well... 
old-age seclusion


Natalia Kuznetsova

 

 



childhood locked 
behind the dollhouse door - 
the garage sale


Natalia Kuznetsova

 

 



sunset on the sea... 
I see dawn far away 
in my homeland


Natalia Kuznetsova

 



Valentine's Day news

the heavy-heartedness spreads —

a mass school shooting 

 

Priscilla Lignori 

 




knitting

as she taught me—

by the hearth

 

Martha Magenta

 

 




morning zazen
between my thoughts
the sound of the wind


Andy McLellan

 




talk of war...
the retired generals
twitter in the skies


Gennady Nov   

 



meditation

my thoughts held together

by untimed strings 

 

Vandana Parashar

 


 



greek coffee

...the bitter taste of

our argument

 

Vandana Parashar

 

 



old wallet

the disintegrating

bus tickets

 

Anthony Q. Rabang

 




on air
old songs
and shared tears


Brijesh Raj

 



wizened tree
the crumbling face
of my ego

Brijesh Raj




airport lounge
the prettiest smile reserved
for facebook
 
Brijesh Raj




vacant pillow

sadness visits

at night 

 

Robin Smith

 


 



promises
hung upside down 
dried roses

Christina Sng

 



loud echoes
still trapped somewhere
my poems in me

 

Christina Sng

 

 



spindrift . . .

grief finally lets go

of me  

 

Debbie Strange

 



shiny wind -
even my shadow
filled with light


Maria Laura Valente



we scatter cockscombs
and white tea in the river
where her youth once swam


Tyson West

 

  
 


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