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Haiku 1, January 2011


Haiku Selection

 

There was such a vast amount of submissions of haiku this time that I could not have any quiet time during Christmas festivities and the New Year celebrations as the difficult selection job kept me busy 24-7. Two kinds of reward I got though. One is that it alleviated my suffering and trauma of having, at Christmas of all times, my bathroom and kitchen-diner flooded during my absence. The other is that it made me thrilled to greet so many “new faces” to join my old friends in enjoying haiku together in the WHR forum.

 

Some people are asking what on earth is Shintai haiku, or Vanguard haiku. The classification is just like the titles of a filing cabinet in order to avoid unnecessary polemics about what is and what is not haiku. There are now so many different varieties of haiku that defining haiku seems to me to be almost like fighting a losing and pointless battle. So much so that we had better say that “Haiku is haiku if the author says so.” All the rest is only one real and essential question: Is it then a good poem?

 

All haiku poems can conveniently be divided into three categories according to how traditional or radical they are. The most traditional end is grouped together under the Neo-classical with stringent kigo or 5-7-5 rules. The most radical (freest) end is classified as the Vanguard. Anything between these two falls into the Shintai (or new-style). The borderline cases can go either category depending on the perception of a haiku poet who creates or reads them. And whichever category they may go, it does not matter.

 

 

Neo-Classical Haiku

 

First Place

 

        year end

        thinking of what ifs

        and what might have beens 


Victor P. Gendrano

 

Second Place


 

        crickets can't see stars
        and stars can't hear crickets
        that's why there's us

William Hart

 

Third Place


 

        heavy snow

        each step to your door

        a little higher

 

André Surridge 


Seven Honourable Mentions 
(In no particular order)


   

    chilly morning

    she grabs me back to bed

    a little longer


Victor P. Gendrano

 

 

    the pruned oak
    looks like I feel
    after a haircut

William Hart

 

 

    chained dog

    chases the bee

    with its eyes

 

Snehith Kumbla

 




     Zatsuei, or Haiku of Merit 



another snow

another chance to change 

the subject

 

Melissa Allen

 

first snow

I no longer have a child

to measure its depth

 

Melissa Allen

 

finding my way

at night --

fireworks display


Angelo B. Ancheta

 

mud cracks –

in random patterns

bull ants scatter

 

Alexander Ask

 

frosty breath

I can almost hear

the icicles

 

Don Baird

 

the scarecrow watches

north, south, east and west …

all at once!

 

Don Baird

 

 

no more roses

but the scent of jasmine

at my door

 

Don Baird

 

working its way across

each spider thread...

winter sun

 

Alan S. Bridges

 

sunflower seeds

radiate from the feeder--

hoarfrost

 

Alan S. Bridges

 

monsoon floodwaters  

everything rushes downstream  

except the snake


Belinda Broughton

  

atop the chair  

an inchworm waves  

clear sky


Belinda Broughton

 

crows  

in the windrows  

whitening grass


Belinda Broughton

 

 

summer heat

the ratcheting

of cicadas

 

Raffael de Gruttola

 

November rain

under the street lamp

snowflakes

 

Kai Falkman

 

Whirls of snow

lift from the ground

ahead of the helicopter

 

Kai Falkman

 

drizzle—

the drying-line shelters

a housefly

 

Nana Fredua-Agyeman

 

sundown--

following a falling leaf

into darkness

 

Nana Fredua-Agyeman

 

 

birds chirping

amidst the cherry blossoms

christening day


Claire Gardien

  

in the glaring snow

the brook’s

crystal clear murmur


Claire Gardien

  

Christmas program

the deaf children sing

in sign language


Victor P. Gendrano

 

Red Cardinal sits

Like a Christmas ornament

On green tree background

 

Deborah Green

 

above the fog

an airplane's steady hum

December chill


Peggy Heinrich

  

full moon

the new baby 

at her breast     

            

Peggy Heinrich

 

New Year's Eve 

only the half moon

for company


Peggy Heinrich

 


Such a windy night

my mother calls for her shawl

our summer, now gone.


Anne Hills

 

 

Faraway branches

scratching the pale winter sky

itching for the spring.


Anne Hills

 

 

breach in the canopy

a red-headed woodpecker

peers from a hole

 

Elizabeth Howard

  

stepping out

of a snowdrift

minus one shoe

 

Hans Jongman

  

moon viewing -

    even through bare branches, is

    moon viewing

 

vishnu p kapoor 

 


   

     sparrow tracks

         winter’s new

                alphabet

john martone

 

    a candy wrapper
    joins the leaf pile
    autumn dusk


John Stevenson

 

    moonlight

    the wind-chime

    muffled with frost

 

André Surridge

 

    long drought season

    a boy opens his mouth

    for sudden rain

 

John Zheng

 



(In no particular order)




slippery snow

we grab at

each other

 

Snehith Kumbla 

  

in the woods

a christmas wreath

turns brown

 

Joseph M. Kusmiss

 

on a winter hike

trailing behind unnoticed -

everyone’s shadow

 

Priscilla Lignori 

 

a crow stands alone 

in a large snow-covered field 

staring at his feet

 

Priscilla Lignori 

  

hush descends --

snow cloud slips from a

pine tree branch

 

CaroleAnn Lovin

  

up she pops

same old moon

fat as a melon


Sean MacMathuna

  

May dawn

sudden snow

will the gossamers hold?


Sean MacMathuna

 

day moon

faint scent

of snap beans


Thomas Martin

 

late summer

sliced apples dry

on the barn roof


Thomas Martin

 

veranda view

the hill blanketed

with blossoms


Gautam Nadkarni

 

sultry noon

the watermelon juice

in paper cups


Gautam Nadkarni

 

plucking flowers—

the garden shifts

to my basket


P K Padhy


roof top

the moon drains 

to my eyes


P K Padhy

  

early morning

birds fly with

fogs


P K Padhy

  

dark shadows

signal the way home

fallow fields

 

Andy Pomphrey

 

 

98th birthday –

she asks for red jelly

not green dessert

 

Pat Prime

  

Anzac Day

poppies throw shadows

on the cenotaph

 

Pat Prime

 

frosty weather

all summer’s warmth

stored in the hay

 

Pat Prime 

 

winter evening-

my eyes follow

the birds homewards

 

Geethanjali Rajan

 

beneath the winter snow

dreams of spring

sprouting.....

 

G R Parimala Rao

 

a crow waits

until I pass the tree

cold morning


Bruce Ross

 

further in the woods

they become even brighter

winter birch

 

Bruce Ross

 

 

Winter's soft brush

paints a white fairy-tale

just for today


Riitta Rossilahti

 

 

winter morning —

air that moves through my breath

moves through the tree

 

Nirali Shah


 

dawn --

      in the echo of temple bells

      rabbits spring


Marie Shimane

 

In a tea room

overlooking a winter lake

69 tomorrow

 

Marie Shimane

 

 

first snow—

the boys’ footprints

all over the playground

 

John Zheng

 

Moon and Jupiter

high in the starry heaven

freeze warning down here


Howard Lee Kilby

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