a rotting apple –
the rusted nail remaining
in the orchard fence
Joker
A sweltering afternoon. We’re chatting about haiku. “Kigo is a must. There are plenty of kigo in this garden” you say with your mouth full of apple pie. “You’d better shut your mouth, or a kigo will fall in” I reply. We both snort.
That scene pops into my head as I’m standing over your coffin. It is surrounded by a dignified crowd of black-clad mourners. I’m sure you understand why I’m smiling.
molasses candies
another fly is coming
to the redemption
By Mariola Grabowska
Haiku by Marie Derley
robins in the sky
moving to a warmer land
my father is dead
your song is cheerful
now I am feeling better –
oh little robin
Haiku by Steen W. Rasmussen
all snakes shed their skin
snakelets every other week
poets shed daily
Haiku by Sarah Mahina Calvello
Clear polarity
Holding onto the image
Antique camera
Error, Error, Error
While reviewing my July 23rd submission to 5-7-5 Haiku Journal I discovered that the inverted haiku
flowers on forest floor
obliviousness
to trees, yet never their shade
was, obviously, short one syllable in the first line. Instead of adding one syllable (the article “the”) to that first line, thus creating
flowers on the forest floor
obliviousness
to trees, yet never their shade
I made the mistake of subtracting a syllable (the preposition “on”) and rearranging the order of first line words to create
forest floor flowers
obliviousness
to trees, yet never their shade
a Haikuesque of 5-5-7 syllable lines, which you graciously accepted for the August issue of Awen.
I could have gone with the subtraction, and rearranged the lines into the haiku
forest floor flowers
to trees, yet never their shade
obliviousness
but I did not recognise the erroneous correction of my original mistake, and hit ‘Submit’.
And now must offer this haibun as an apologia, concluding with this quote from The New Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics: “…many believe that fitting words to any pattern is a process which is capable of infinite products, so that even superficially similar instances are profoundly different.”
Best Wishes,
David Edwards
Haiku by Margaret Pedley
The chairs are empty
hearts that were never at home
crumble into dust
Stranger on a Train
stranger on a train
unyielding stare, never speaks
twitches now and then
disappears in a mad rush
leaping ticket barriers
By DJ Tyrer
Haiku by Jacek Margolak
summer’s fading light
the wet hose lies curled in grass
cooler than my hands
Catku by Jacek Wilkos
time at cat cafe
sometimes you need nothing more
than cats and coffee