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Haiku, page 3 - Vanguard

August 2013

Haiku, page 3

Vanguard

 

 FIRST PLACE

 

     
                years pass into years 
                the blossoming continues 
                the loss remains 

Marie Shimane


 

 SECOND PLACE



waking up –
is it her smile on the pillow
or the morning sun?

Ronny Noor

 

 THIRD PLACE

 


our love
a flat hollow
in the summer grass

Ernest Wit

 

 

 

 SEVEN HONOURABLE MENTIONS 

(in no particular order)




            running…
            amid tooting horns
            news of fatherhood

Adjei Agyei-Baah

 




empty nest
their children's footsteps
fading bit by bit

Victor P. Gendrano

 




no reason
to be anywhere else
ocean bluff

Bruce Ross

 



mail order
two summer dresses
after her death

Maxianne Berger



dragonflies
mating in flight
we too, are one

kate s. godsey




first argument
her engagement ring trembles
in an ash tray

Peggy Heinrich




Roses on her dress,
roses on her cheeks -
on her lips, bitterness. 

Zhanna P. Rader


 

 

 

 



shoreline pebbles
a reminder of how far 
we have come 

Adjei Agyei-Baah

 


 

vacated house

the peeled face

of burnt bricks

 

Adjei Agyei-Baah


Tango

for three minutes
unfaithful

Gerd Boerner



new home
in every nook and cranny
the previous owners

Cathy Drinkwater Better




prayers at dawn
a fly traces the letters 
of the Heart Sutra 

Sonam Chhoki

 




with every year
her memory
drops more stitches

Ross Clark




homeopathy
each day heals our firmament
one star at a time

Martin Esposito 




Slowly, surely
Elderly lovers
Share their summer epiphany

Helen Frost




Suppose the sun rose
Then nothing really happened 
Fine waste of a day 

Helen Frost

 


more land sinks 

into the permafrost
tipping point

Raffael de Gruttola




his scent lingers
leaving me larger somehow
this hollow place

kate s. godsey

 





from my ex
a dozen long-stemmed roses
full of thorns

Peggy Heinrich




moving again--
the winter wind 
slams the door 

Elizabeth Howard 

 




night ocean
earth’s breath
rising and falling

Elizabeth Howard


autumn wake
his old hound shivers
at distant thunder

Elizabeth Howard



Sandcastle learning:
What hands toil to erect,
nature will erase.

A.J. Huffman




Life falls to pieces
like a pearl necklace 
breaking apart 

Liette Janelle

 

  

In the garden
easier to kneel down
than to get up

Liette Janelle



I thought many times

of marrying this woman --
but not officiating

Howard Lee Kilby



going to bed – getting up
my body is feeling
your gaze

Maya Kisyova




on a tall stalk
a red-winged blackbird -
we're both lonely

Joseph M. Kusmiss 



forget-me-nots
on her untended grave,
skies wide open

Natalia Kuznetsova



they can't help but sink -
pebble and my heart when tossed 
into the ocean 

Priscilla H. Lignori


listening to

the voices of summer dawn...
the night we made love

Chen-ou Liu




friendship bands
two pairs of slow hands 
learn the braided language 

Kristen Renée Miller 





sleepless night
the book's empty pages
emptying me

Ben Moeller-Gaa


sunbathing –
her hair spilled into the lake
over the boat’s edge

Ronny Noor



solitary house--

silence has its 
unheard voice

Pravat Kumar Padhy


solitary house--
silence has its 
unheard voice

Pravat Kumar Padhy

 




old well--
I pour excitement
into its loneliness

Pravat Kumar Padhy




Неразбирателство
децата харесват зимата
ние лятото


Confusion 
the children like the winter
we the summer

Hristina Pandjaridis

 





spirit bruised to blue
youth stifled before it starts
sidewalks cracked broken


Connie Pierson


On my shelf,
a piece of the Berlin wall -
not to forget...

 Zhanna P. Rader

 





the sisters bicker
in bright green kayaks
their oars, synchronized

Mary Stevens


condo construction:
sitcom for the homeless man
watching his past life

James J. Stevenson



how fast they grow
the forget-me-nots
on your grave

Anusha Tennakoon




a fallen tree
did it fall yesterday 
or ten years ago? 

Julia Wakefield

 





the whiff of ozone
brings on a memory rush
last summer's last kiss

Neal Whitman