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CCCI
Michele Harvey
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long winter's night.
the silver frame
of a perfect memory
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CCCII
Dana-Maria Onica
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although
we still have not embraced,
subtle spring odors...
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| An allusion to the human pheromones. DMO |
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CCCIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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This purring from her lap —
at least she lets me play
with her kitten.
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CCCIV
Michele Harvey
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a moss garden...
the kisses
of leaves
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| gawd, you girls are taxing my puz-wuzzler |
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CCCV
Dana-Maria Onica
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full moon —
the wind whips our curtain,
showing and hiding
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Dana, i like your haiku here....fresh, insightful, great metre, and more than just a snapshot.
Robert D. Wilson |
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CCCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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In a chaise lounge,
you pluck daisy petals...
they slide to your navel.
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CCCVII
Michele Harvey
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northern lights —
the dreamless sleep
of contentment
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Another winner, Michelle. Your haiku allows room for the imagination and interpretation. The metre flows; and it doesn't have that senryu ring to it. It 's exciting watching you evolve as a haiku poet.
Robert D. Wilson |
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CCCVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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spring's sounds —
crescendo in our concert
for two violins
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CCCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Valentine's Day, I ask,
"What gift do you want?"
Your usual: "Love."
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CCCX
Michele Harvey
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the secret patter
of pebbles...
a moonflower awakens
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CCCXI
Robert D. Wilson
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the dance of light
in a bed moistened
with winter
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| [This] speaks of illumination and dreams sparked by moonlight on a winter night... and good sex [r.w.] |
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CCCXII
Dana-Maria Onica
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pillowed on your arm,
not thinking of what comes after...
late spring
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| Inspired by a poem of Yosano Akiko (1878-1942). DMO |
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CCXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Nudist beach —
a newcomer hides
behind his cap.
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I have just got 1st place with this senryu - in the February Russian senryu kukai at WHCrussian. It was in the Russian language, of course. By the way, it has a summer kigo in it: beach. :) Zhanna
Excelent senryu! The ostrich's psychology :)...
thank you for sharing,
Dana-Maria
Thank you Dana-Maria. I forgot to mention that the theme for the senryu kukai was BEACH.
Zhanna
Wonderful news Zhanna! At this time of year it must have raised a chuckle.
Thanks for letting us know. Congratulations! Cheers, Michele
Thank you, Michele. Writing something funny (or happy) is really more like me. There is hardly any grief or big drama in my poetry in general. :)
We are allowed to submit up to five senryu for our bi-monthly senryu kukai. Thus, I got the 3rd place too. Tomislav Maretic (if you know him, he's a Croatian) got the second place.
Now, do you want to read another one about beach and what they do there? :) Well, you have to write your next haiku first. :)
Zhanna :) |
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CCXXIV
Michele Harvey
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too warm
for clothes...
this summer afternoon
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CCCXV
Dana-Maria Onica
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folding the letter,
my origami crane
takes wings
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CCCXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Winter flower-bed
gets drizzle-moistened –
oh, the dreams of June!
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It is inspired by Robert's CCCXI. I hope it is clear enough to those who like clarity, and ambiguous enough for those who like ambiguity. :)
Zhanna |
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CCCXVII
Michele Harvey
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all in bloom —
a bottle points
to a first kiss
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CCCXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Asleep on the beach —
mischievous girls paint
his toenails.
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This one (I mean the original in Russian) got 12th place in the Russian senryu kukai to the theme of BEACH - maybe because it was not a nude beach like in my first-place winner? :) I guess it can be called haiku, since it has a summer kigo in it.
Zhanna |
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CCCXIX
Vaughn Seward
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We share
a dessert of fried ice-cream...
first date.
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CCCXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cheeks flushed,
she watches two butterflies dance
and opens her fan.
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CCCXXI
Michele Harvey
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summer peaches —
his father's cologne
somehow stronger
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CCCXXII
Vaughn Seward
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The bride enters
to bells sounding... all stand
except the groom.
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CCCXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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blowing soap bubbles —
the caress of his breath
I would die for
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Dear Dana Maria, I'm with you on this (big sigh) what would life be without?
Cheers,
Michele
Thank you very much, Michele. I'm happy when my poems find echos.
Dana-Maria |
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CCCXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Short night —
the parting lovers blow
kisses to each other.
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CCCXXV
Michele Harvey
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long summer shadows —
late for everything
she smoothes her hair
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CCCXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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First crocus...
Shopping for a husband,
I buy five talismans.
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CCCXXVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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new poplar leaves —
the way he whispers
my name...
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CCCXXVIII
Michele Harvey
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visited by many,
a blossom's
lost scent
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CCCXXIX
Vaughn Seward
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The skies throw
rice on the newlyweds —
early spring.
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CCCXXX
Dana-Maria Onica
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following the Milky Way,
too much alike
to need words
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CCCXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Skating,
you draw a heart on the ice —
I follow your path.
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CCCXXXII
Robert D. Wilson
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kissing your hand...
the waltz between fingers,
when dawn sings
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| ...kissing a lover's hands, the dance of one's tongue between their fingers, at dawn. [rdw] |
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CCCXXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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birds in clouds...
hide and seek behind
the whispering pines
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CCCXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Secret love —
he envies even the spring dress
that hugs her young body.
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CCCXXXV
Hugh Bygott
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A capricious wind
makes her skirt a parasol...
Such sweet seduction!
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CCCXXXVI
Dana-Maria Onica
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for the love words
and the reproaches,
the same pen
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CCCXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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His letter —
I breath in the garden air
and notice the plum blossoms.
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CCCXXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Fragrant summer dusk —
Love that is so beautiful
yet cannot last.
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CCCXXXIX
Michele Harvey
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flooded fields —
the tear-stained cheek
of spurned love
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CCCXL
Zhanna P. Rader
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A note on his door,
"I'll be back in a day"
for some other woman.
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CCCXLI
Hugh Bygott
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These Venetian Masks —
hollow, yet inspir'd with life...
husks and rising sap.
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| “Rising sap” is the kigo. The word “husks” is the juxtaposition with masks. After, the husk falls, the blossom flares out; just as sexual advances lie behind the mask. -Hugh |
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CCCXLII
Michele Harvey
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sudden heat wave —
the blushes
of awakening
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CCCXLIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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here and there
some more clay —
his perfect doll...
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CCCXLIV
Kala Ramesh
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waning fire —
not enough for two
we huddle as one
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| A good one, Kala. Thank you. -Zhanna |
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CCCXLV
Hugh Bygott
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This splendid chase —
Yet in the wild Spring dash,
She, the pursued, pursues.
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CCCXLVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Just you and me...
and the starlit night
scented with sea...
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| This is a beautiful haiku, Zhanna. My favorite of those I have read of yours. rw |
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CCCXLVII
Hugh Bygott
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Moonflowers —
after the light of passion,
there is new beauty.
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CCCXLVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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As we dance
under the magnolia,
can you hear my heart?
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CCCXLIX
Hugh Bygott
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Naked beauty —
Spring Orioles call the dawn
and lost innocence.
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CCCL
Billie Dee
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big city —
no robins, but
I've found you
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