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Mindful of today
All noise, postponed for later –
when the sea waves roll.
©2020, forestlove
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Tag: haiku
A Lucky Haiku – Day 7.2, April PAD
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The white ripples across
the brow of time don’t sleep in –
they bow down to chance.
©2020, forestlove
Haiku – Moment, Day 5.2
The high wind outside
Gasps loud through the open door
Twigs whirl in – a beat.
©2020, forestlove
Now, sitting behind a comfortable shield, I look at the wind whirling and waltzing outside, raising twigs, leaves and clouds of dust with various particles, and a haiku came to my mind.
A New World – Day 1 of April PAD
This is the American haiku on Poetic Asides prompt, A New World
Balcony
peaceful this springtime –
a new world.
©2020, forestlove
Time – haiku
Time whooshes past the tree
where blossoms wake to beauty.
A sigh stops short.
(c) 2020 Mariya Koleva
A River of Stones, January 2019
Years ago, I followed a blog challenge, A River of Stones, where I tried to contemplate and write one small piece each day in January. Although the stream was interrupted and the original blogger discontinued the tradition, over the years, I have seen many of my poetry friends do the same every January. After the very first time, 2012, I have had many fresh new beginnings, with each New Year dawning, but I, too, discontinue very easily.
This year, I will write small stones for as many days as I find them. No promises, no tears lost. Here is the first stone in this 2019 January River:
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Без сняг пред портата –
поле от сивота
и сухи съчки.
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No snow –
the field is brown and grey.
Just windy.
Satellite Haiku – Two for Tuesday
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A satellite dish,
the house – unpopulated
Emptiness broadcast.
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Autumn Morning Haiku
I was checking the blogs I follow on Tumblr the other day, when I saw a haibun that provoked some thinking. I usually spend mornings getting ready for work and having coffee and small breakfast while listening to the morning news on one of the TV channels. I don’t do sit down at my coffee contemplating the morning and creating poetry. And why is that? I have all it takes: a nice balcony with flower pots, a view over some tree crowns and a coffee table from where to enjoy it all.
So, the next morning I went straight to it. After making coffee, of course. And I took some pictures to add to my poetry. Here is my haiku of the day, and the collage I made to support it.
No blooms in the pots
Solitary green leaves –
grey morning in autumn.
That was, for real, the first such morning. Summer was so rainy that we waited for it until August. I hoped it would last longer than usual. But now it stepped away to autumn. Not fair at all! We want more!
Haibun is a piece of art where you write a short prose paragraph and add a haiku to it, thus making a whole thing. The blog post that impressed me so much was that of my friend Bjorn Rudberg whom I met through micro poetry originally, and who has since opened to longer forms. All that said, I can now move on to my day.
Yoga Class Haiku
Two days ago, I joined the yoga class of a colleague, and it felt so good. I haven’t been to yoga for over 2 months now, and I’ve never done yoga in the open. That was so much better than inside.
Here’s the haiku I wrote about it:
Yoga class outside
the poplars whisper soft
dry leaves on the green grass.
© 2018 MK
Autumn Tan Renga Challenge at the end of August
For this Tan Renga Challenge, we had to take an original piece by Santoka Taneda (Tr. John Stevens) and add a second 14-syllable stanza to it.
Here is the final piece:
Autumn heat –
my begging bowl
is full of rice.
The breeze is rich with joy from
summer memories and thoughts.
The prompt was given by Kristjaan at his blog for haiku and Japanese poetry.