So: number 26. If I’d been lettering these editions instead of numbering them, I’d be up to Z by now. And Z, as we all know, is the end of the alphabet. This is convenient for me, because circumstances are such in my life right now that I am afraid I must put the Haikuverse on hiatus indefinitely. The blog, too, will probably be seeing far less frequent postings for a while.
I will miss you guys. Spinning around the Haikuverse, taking in the sights, shooting the breeze… it’s been fun. I’m not planning on disappearing completely, but I have things to tend to in other corners of the universe at the moment.
Stay in touch.
of the poem
an imaginary frog
slows its heartbeat
I’ll ever be
a room full of hats
— William Sorlien, Haiku Bandit Society
spring cleaning . . .
the rhythmic sound of her
—Kirsten Cliff, DailyHaiku
lark’s song –
in an old landscape
I part my hair to the left
i et gammelt landskab
laver jeg skilning i venstre side
— Johannes S.H. Bjerg, 2 tongues/2 tunger
Turning on the light I become someone alone in the house
— Sam Savage, ant ant ant ant ant’s blog
autumn leaf already i am attached
without permission part of me starts to bloom
winter day barely one language
winter night she knowingly reveals another arm
another day of snow my jurassic layer
the only sound that’s come out of me all day firefly
at this point i just assumed they come alive at night
— Scott Metz, ant ant ant ant ant’s blog
he thinks again of turning leaves her hands
— Angie Werren, Tinywords
autumn days straying from the text to marginalia
— Mark Holloway, Beachcombing for the Landlocked
hito hito ni oboreru kotomo mizu sumeri
a human wallows in
clear autumn water
— Rie Hosaka, translated by Fay Aoyagi, Blue Willow Haiku World
if you found God
in your body you’d die
— Anonymous (“Jack Dander”), Masks 2
on 60 televisions the scissors hesitate
— Anonymous (“Bridghost”), Masks 2
haiga and other art
— Aubrie Cox, Yay Words!
two red butterflies
play strange attractor
in the garden
— Kris Lindbeck, haiku etc.
— Rick Daddario, 19 Planets
if we had known
this would be
our last winter
when we professed
our love for the bomb
into light at the end
of the tunnel
echoes of the conductor’s
for the apocalypse
from now — a cherry tree’s
— Aubrie Cox, Yay Words!
hand in hand
a teenaged boy and girl pass
back and forth on their way
to being twenty
— David Caruso, DavidHaiku
I thought I had been sucked into the past. That sort of thing happens from time to time. I sat on the train on the way to the big city – well, as big as they come in Denmark – when a hippie-looking guy boarded with his monstrous Big Dane dog. My thoughts went in two directions. I thought: now, there’s a weirdo, knowing very well that in this part of the country many “off-siders” have found a cheap place to live as it’s rather poor. And I thought: great!!! Nice to see a flash of the past, and my nose replayed all kinds of smells associated with the early -70’s. Patchouli, sandalwood, fenugreek, hashish and wet and dirty “Afghan” fur coats, which was a bit of a turn-off, that last part. After having put his corn-pipe away he sat himself down in a very upright position: straight back, both feet on the floor and looking us, the other travellers, straight in the eyes. I nodded. He nodded. Dog said nowt. Then he padded the seat at his left side (he’d taken the window seat) and the dog, big as half a horse, jumped up and sat perfectly cool beside him, straight as a statue. The dog had a colourful tie as leash. We bumped on while I was listening to Incredible String Band.
a mirrored swan
— Johannes S.H. Bjerg, 3ournals and frags
Dead Tree News
Some gems from the most recent edition of the always stunning Acorn (No. 27):
the moon rises
out of the sea
— Francine Banwarth
isolated showers —
the genes that matter
the genes that don’t
— Michele L. Harvey
his own face
— John Stevenson
all night love
— Jayne Miller
a ladder folded
in the shadows
— frances angela
from each shell
a different ocean
— Mary Ahearn
the feel of a dozer
— Ron Moss
to feel so much
of what we touch
— Peter Newton
I cut my tofu
smaller and smaller
— Fay Aoyagi
Hey, seriously, I meant that about staying in touch. Drop me a line. Send me a poem. Tell me how your day went and where your life is going. I’m interested.
away from the window
hearing the rain
trickle down the window
38 thoughts on “Across the Haikuverse, No. 26: The Z Edition”
need you & your blog, Melisssa, but for now, be productive, inspired, & prosper!!
Me, too! Your blog is part of my nourishment, Melissa. But life even on stones never remains as is. Good luck on everything that has spun into your hands
in the winter trees
what’s real lies not
in what’s seen
very thought-provoking ku, Alegria… thanks for the kind words.
I’ll join the chorus. Your blog is one of “the heavies” in my more or less regular web-reading and I’ll miss it. But … if life has other demands on your time and energy, I guess you’re needed there.
absent frogs I return to the pond where the moon swam
Be well out there – tho you won’t be a stranger (won’t allow it, couldn’t stand it, not acceptable etc.)
oh, no, Johannes, I will continue to hang around and annoy everyone, never fear. 😉
You and Red Dragonfly will be very much missed. Always surprising, original and risk-taking. Your “underneath the ice” tanka is a stunner. Feels like it belongs on word pond. Thank you for everything. We’ll all celebrate your return. Take care, Melissa. ~ Donna
Thanks so much, Donna, and thanks for once again featuring my work on word pond… it’s always a compliment.
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(that about says it all)
Lovely work, Peter. 😉 Thanks for everything.
the fallen tree
a woodpecker dazzled
in new light
Thanks Melissa…. I could get lost in your blog! How’s my day going? Well the last week has been a whirlwind…meetings, shows, friends coming, sharing, great fun for me who has been isolated for so many years. Your heading “Dead Tree” reminded me of one of the paintings in the show I just photo’d today. When I read the haiku, I too am dazzled by the light.
So glad to hear about the excitement in your life, Merrill! Thanks for the kind words and please be well.
oh, thank you melissa for all you do here, and for including my little words so often. stand still, and find what settles. then you’ll know where you need to be.
Thank you for including one of my haiku in your last Haikuverse post, Melissa. Having only found your blog in the last few months I’m sad to hear you won’t be posting so much. Bravo on such a wonderful blog – you’ve created a great little community here and you will be missed!
Thanks, Kirsten, you’re too kind. Wishing you all the best with your health, your new marriage and home!
Since you asked (which you may regret in my case), I’ll tell. On the eve of my birthday (in full whine mode), my life officially sucks. On a better note, I wrote a tanka recently after reading a one of your posts on tanka (and following your links to a couple of other tanka related sites). I’m really trying to improve my writing, haiku and tanka in particular. Time and desire coordinating, stop by and give it a read. (I’ll just go ahead and be tactless and leave the link — http://tasmith1122.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/dverse-poetics-prompt/)
We should start the “Life Officially Sucks” club, Yousei. 😉 Best of luck with your writing efforts, you may find that it helps with the problems you’re having too…
It definitely helps, at least on the internal aspect of problems. I’m going to keep writing, because it is the very best thing in my life. I wish you the best in all you’re doing and experiencing.
Thanks Yousei, all the best to you too!
dear Melissa, thanks for all the wonderful things you’ve done here-the poet interviews,the mushroom and dragonfly fun,all the beautiful haiga and poems. lovely stuff. always loved how you shared so much,connecting with all of us with such humor and joy. and thanks for including my haiku today along with other poets i admire so much.
i think peter said it best.
take care my birthday pal,
Thanks, Mary! I’ve enjoyed getting to “know” you here. Lovely haiku.
Enjoyed seeing these!
My tiny corner of the universe will miss you!
Until we meet again, be well.
Thanks so much, Pat. Wellness to you as well. 🙂
have you come
to save us haiku poets?
-Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue
…now that you’ve shown us the doorway to what can be…
I look foreword to continued connections through the passage ways – including these net gates. im glad passage ways work in both directions.
focused tendings on you. light on your circumstances so that they evolve in good ways – particularly in ways that allow you to return to things you enjoy.
be well. good life travels on you. and have more fun. more.
the last dragonfly
returns in spring
Wrick, Wrick, Wrick… what to say to you… love this haiku. and am tearing up a bit at your words. things are hard. but they will get better. probably. … don’t be a stranger.
your “Haikuverse” was becoming a touchstone for me of what is really good in the world of Japanese-inspired poetry in English.
I subscribed to your site today, so that now when you’re posting less often I won’t miss you.
Be well, and good luck with your new projects.
Oh, thanks for the lovely compliment, Kris. I have really enjoyed our dialogue over the last year and change. Yes, please don’t be a stranger.
John used to raise fish, and if anyone here has ever raised fish, especially to breed fish, one knows what that means…tanks from one of the place to the other. Haiku is like that too … at the end of the year we step back and see what we can do and what takes the energy away from what we need to do. Melissa, I will look forward to seeing you wherever you decide to lite….a red dragonfly indeed. Many thanks for this site.
Thanks, Merrill! I have so appreciated your support and our exchange of ideas as fellow poets, I certainly hope it will continue!
Thank you, everyone, for your incredibly kind and supportive words. They mean more than you can imagine. I’ll still be around, just a little scarcer, so keep dropping by and saying hi, I love to see you all.
Your blog is one of my major haiku highlights of the year!
But I personally know how hard it is to continue blogs that showcase so much information and quality work.
Enjoy your extra time to write now. 😉
Alan, With Words
Thanks, Alan. Since you are one of my earliest and most staunch supporters I especially appreciate your kind words. 🙂
Melissa, You have no idea how many people Alan has gotten into this business of words…. some of us fighting and kicking over the years… but he’s patient… just watch…he can be surprising too! But always in a good and amazing way! 🙂
Oh, Alan never fails to amaze me… I wish I had half that energy and creativity. 🙂
I’ll miss your haikuverse…
within the tumbleweed shadows
Thanks, Martin… and lovely work as usual.