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CCLI
Hugh Bygott
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This fine-laced Moon —
intermittently the sea
blurs a mosquito's sound.
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CCLII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Shrimp boats returning —
today again, the girl waves
her kerchief to them.
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Florence Martus (1869 — 1943) is known as "Savannah's Waving Girl" because of her practice of waving to ships entering and leaving Savannah's harbor. She was waving a neckerchief that her true love had given her before he left on ship, never to return. Her statue is located on the bluff overlooking the Savannah River at the south end of downtown Savannah's riverfront area, Georgia, USA. Here is good reading and pictures.
http://tinyurl.com/8yje9
http://tinyurl.com/cu28v
http://tinyurl.com/7aeyj |
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CCLIII
Vaughn Seward
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Gentle surf...
a small pebble rolls
back and forth.
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CCLIV
Hugh Bygott
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Grey beach at dusk:
the sea washes the fragments
of the fresh crab shells.
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This one links with XIV (from 29 February 2004) and with the movements in CCLIII. HB
XIV
From a crow's beak
a crab falls on a rock —
its heart still beating [zpr] |
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CCLV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Summer beach —
kids burying their father
in sand up to his neck.
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CCLVI
Vaughn Seward
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Two little girls
collecting sea shells...
"that's a pretty blue".
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CCLVII
Hugh Bygott
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Naked summer moon —
We slip into the dawn sea
. . . only grains of sand.
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CCLVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A scoop in hand,
she poses for a picture
at someone's sandcastle.
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CCLIX
Hugh Bygott
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Faded in the locket . . .
I close the clasp, remembering:
sea winds in the Pines.
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| The Manly Norfolk Island Pines were once famous, this Sydney beach magnificent. In childhood and early life I knew it well, indeed a real CCLVIII, but time and destiny separate from us from the ones we love. HB |
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CCLX
Vaughn Seward
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Beach cricket . . .
he chases the ball
into the surf.
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CCLXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Touched with a twig,
it stands on its head and... phew!
harbor-dune stink beetle.
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CCLXII
Hugh Bygott
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Shall I be angry?
As I watch the twilight sea,
a crane comes flying by.
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| The first line was Inspired from a waka by the woman poet Kyogoku Kameko (died 1316) from the Fugashu Collection 1346. Haiku often have a surprise at the end, as did the classical poetry from which it was derived. In my haiku, the crane has a meaning. Perhaps without knowing Kyogoku's poetry, it may not be possible to work out the meaning, and without that, the kigo. HB |
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CCLXIII
Vaughn Seward
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Creek across the beach:
tiny sandbanks form,
then collapse.
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CCLXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Coastal sand dunes:
the ever-changing design
of the wind ripples...
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This was changed from the original:
Coastal sand dunes:
the ever-repeating design
of the wind ripples...
On one hand, if you look at the dunes, the wind ripples look the same as far as you can see. On the other hand, the whole design changes from day to day.
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Zhanna, I like the second version much better.
As a philosopher, and a teacher of physics, I am always interested in the world before sentient beings. Was it a silent, colourless world with matter moving from place to place? I have deliberately used the determiner "this" rather than the determiner "the" to draw attention to the unseen observer. HB |
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CCLXV
Hugh Bygott
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Winter dawn —
fiery sea-clouds change uniquely . . .
this empty sea.
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CCLXVI
Vaughn Seward
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Stretching
...horizon to horizon...
long beach.
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CCLXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A coral reef:
wolf eel, leopard eel, lion fish —
it's a jungle there.
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CCLXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Cold, fatal sea —
a sea lion bloodies the water:
the penguin mother waits.
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CCLXIX
Vaughn Seward
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Setting sun...
the sea lion sleeps
on a rock.
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CCLXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Volcanic blowhole —
a marine iguana blasted
into the air...
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| They like to do that, be lifted by the plume of water 3 meters into the air — the marine iguanas of the Galapagos (that feed on sea weed). |
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CCLXXI
Hugh Bygott
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Falling, falling —
a shark pulled by gravity . . .
its prey slip to darkness.
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| If I understand marine biology correctly, sharks lack the ability to float. They must continually use energy to remain in position. Hence the sinister submerging of sharks as they seek prey. Since sharks do not have bones, the heavy cartilage contributes to this displacing of a weight of water less than their body weight. Good old Archimedes Principle. Zhanna has used "rising", I have used "falling" to link with her poem. This idea seems to date from the Kokinshu, AD 905. HB |
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CCLXXII
Vaughn Seward
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Grey morning ...
a whale on the beach,
shrouded in fog.
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CCLXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Tanning at the beach —
the bubbling sound
of the ghost crabs . . .
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CCLXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Laughter that Summer —
now our long departed youth
calls from distant waves.
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CCLXXV
Vaughn Seward
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Autumn seabreeze...
a film of salt forms
on his glasses.
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CCLXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Tiny scratches
on the sand, leading to the sea . . .
and one turtle hatchling . . .
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CCLXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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The sunset sea —
a burnished mirror which
denies the rising moon.
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CCLXXVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Sea storm —
breaking clouds reveal
a crescent moon.
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CCLXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Rain-soaked shore —
a manchineel tree drips
its toxic milky sap...
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CCLXXX
Vaughn Seward
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Vancouver harbour...
the nine pm cannon shoots
a gas station.
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This is a reference to the Vancouver, BC 9 O'clock gun; See:
http://www.vancouverhistory.ca/archives_gun.htm
In the 1960's someone delinquently aimed the gun at a floating gas station (for boats) in the harbour and when the cannon went off at 9:00 it blew a hole in gas station's sign (I think it was ESSO). vhs |
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CCLXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Night dive —
luminous corpuscles hit my glasses —
thousands of shooting stars.
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CCLXXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Impending storm —
a Georgia Island albatross
flies shoreward.
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CCLXXXIII
Vaughn Seward
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Drifting over
coral and fish...boat with
a glass bottom.
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CCLXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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South-Florida dunes —
a turtle gorging itself
on purple seagrapes.
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CCLXXXV
Hugh Bygott
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Silence at winter dawn . . .
Suddenly, a sanderling
calls to the sea.
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| The alliteration here was not planned. My haiku tries to draw attention to one of the four times of beauty recognized in the classical renga. These were (a) mists just after dawn in Spring, (b) Autumn dusk, (c) the silence just at Winter dawn, and (d) Summer light and fragrance. HB |
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CCLXXXVI
Vaughn Seward
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Mist rises from
tangled driftwood...
clamchowder flashback.
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CCLXXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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The cormorants' pain —
constrain'd, they ride the moon-lit waves
for others' pleasure.
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CCLXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Our Nature cruise —
a Thrasher shark jumps
high into the air.
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| A cruise out of Bar harbor, Maine. Zh. |
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CCLXXXIX
Vaughn Seward
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Maracas bay —
a shark & bake sandwich
after the swim.
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CCXC
Hugh Bygott
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Western sunset island . . .
Golden broom growing on that beach
. . . A night of love awaits.
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No doubt this should be read with XLIII of another place. HB
XLIII
Coolness of the night;
her tears the first of many —
his ship puts to sea. [hb] |
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CCXCI
Hugh Bygott
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Ebb-tide dusk —
Only the driftwood is from the past . . .
everywhere, new life.
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| With acknowledgement to Chiyo-ni. "Everything I touch is alive." HB. |
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CCXCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Calm sea —
an empty beach chair
in the morning haze...
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CCXCIII
Vaughn Seward
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Sandy beach...
flip-flop orphans among
driftwood and rubble.
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| In this haiku I am refering to footwear. When we were at a beach in the Caribbean we found numerous old flip-flops (i.e. beach slippers) that had washed ashore. They had no "mom" or "dad" any more and they were also separated from their mates. Some of them were also in pretty bad shape. |
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CCXCIV
Hugh Bygott
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Winter high-winds —
the shingle beach deserted,
I draw you closer . . .
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CCXCV
Zhanna P. Rader
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First comes foghorn
then the ship —
a crowd on the shore.
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CCXCVI
Hugh Bygott
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Solitude —
a clear moon hangs in the dawn sky . . .
this calm, silent sea.
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CCXCVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Early spring —
leafy sea dragons perform
their spiraling courtship dance.
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CCXCVIII
Hugh Bygott
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A reed-crane unmoved:
the first Spring moon rises
above the headland.
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CCXCIX
Vaughn Seward
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Pack-ice all around...
among the icebergs ahead,
is that a mountain?
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| This is based on an event that occurred when Shackleton's group were stuck in pack ice during the winter of 1915-1916. At one point they were headed straight toward what at first they thought was a mountain on the horizon. It turned out to be a giant iceberg apparently stuck on a shoal. Luckily at the "last minute" the ice pack they were on drifted around the frozen behemoth (the last minute was in reality several weeks). ~vhs |
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CCC
Hugh Bygott
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Scarlet summer sunrise —
dolphins play in coloured seas . . .
net-death awaiting.
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| Congratulations on all those who take part in this great series. 300 completed, only 700 to go! HB |
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