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CCCI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The sea wind rides
the rising waves —
your footprints gone...
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CCCII
Vaughn Seward
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A sand dollar
under his left foot...
high tide.
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CCCIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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On the cliff's side,
spray-painted "Safe sailing!"
washes off. . .
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CCCIV
Hugh Bygott
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White-capped waves
rolling at ebb tide . . . at our feet
they become nothing.
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CCCV
Zhanna P. Rader
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A new day:
in the still bay waters,
the sun's burning.
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CCCVI
Vaughn Seward
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Beach froth...
a night chill arrives
as the sun sets.
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CCCVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Evening sea —
the wind's chasing
the whitecaps.
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CCCVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Dark sky
the lightning flash reveals
a floating log.
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CCCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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High waves —
the sea horses huddle
among the mangrove roots.
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CCCX
Vaughn Seward
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Miso soup —
a piece of wakame, once
in the sea.
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CCCXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Roaring night sea —
a small boat thrown
onto the sand dunes.
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CCCXII
Hugh Bygott
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Red sea sky at dawn —
the rising winds snare petals
in your golden hair.
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| I seem unable to escape the arrows of Eros. HB |
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CCCXIII
Vaughn Seward
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Low tide
a muscle-covered shoe
full of sand.
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CCCXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Wet fishing nets...
With the sun, steam rises
from the sandy beach.
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CCCXV
Hugh Bygott
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Sky and summer sun,
relentless, the surf foams the sand:
far in time that first kiss.
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CCCXVI
Vaughn Seward
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Glass float...
more than fish escaped
from the net.
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CCCXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Rising through the haze —
undressing we emulate
the seascape moon.
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CCCXVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Floating iceberg —
the highwater mark,
now vertical.
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CCCXIX
Hugh Bygott
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High tide —
the martyrs' lift beyond endurance . . .
Nagasaki spring.
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| Those who know Shiki's Ebumi will understand this haiku. HB |
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CCCXX
Vaughn Seward
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Hot beach —
A tiny crab darts
under a towel.
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CCCXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Wind in the sea —
steel snakes Pelamis harvest
the wave energy.
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CCCXXII
Vaughn Seward
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An old iceberg
drifts into the harbour...
touches another.
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CCCXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Morning —
the sun's burning
the bay waters.
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CCCXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Sun's long day —
Gently the sea eases the sand:
our hearts still restless.
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CCCXXV
Vaughn Seward
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Sand S.O.S. —
another plane passes
overhead.
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CCCXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The bay town wakes up —
noise from the small
motorized boats...
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CCCXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Becalmed —
the short night yields to the dawn . . .
a new day of shadows.
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CCCXXVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Across the bay
a fogbank rolls in...
tug's horn.
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CCCXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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A window view:
the sand dunes
shaping the wind.
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CCCXXX
Hugh Bygott
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The ocean moon —
now witness this solitude . . .
the self and the soul.
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| Haiku which had its origins in the classical renga, even today preserves something from the classical Japanese. Here I have contrasted a single image from Nature with human consciousness. I am using the punctuation (. . . ) as forced silence, pausing before the final idea. It seems to me that a unique idea in haiku is expressive silence. I admit that this attempt at a haiku is quite experimental. Now, CCCXXIX and CCCXXX have something in common - there is a hidden observer HB |
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CCCXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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A sea bird lands
on a turtle's back —
calm waters.
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CCCXXXII
Vaughn Seward
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Rescue sea-plane
side-view window...
...another "not here".
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CCCXXXIII
Paul Queitsch
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Billows of kombu
dancing slowly in the waves —
my soup is ready.
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CCCXXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Sea-silence . . .
Dawn reveals the ice-floes on their
impossible journey.
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CCCXXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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An inshore reef —
we are swimming
with fish and turtles.
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CCCXXXVI
Vaughn Seward
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Cruise liner —
a seagull soars above
the midship pool.
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CCCXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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At the ocean's edge,
I watch these seagulls,
feeling like a gull.
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CCCXXXVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Parking lot...
a seagull squawk carries
me to the coast.
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CCCXXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Breeze from the window —
the sound of the sea
is lulling me to sleep...
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CCCXL
Vaughn Seward
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The mighty Yamato
succumbs to an onslaught...
at rest in the depths.
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CCCXLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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From the airplane,
seeing Hawaii Islands
outlined in white.
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CCCXLII
Vaughn Seward
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Sea-side beach...
flying fish skip off
in all directions.
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CCCXLIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Lines tossed in the sea —
a shark leaps into the air
so close to the boat.
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CCCXLIV
Vaughn Seward
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Fresh catch —
a vulture picks a fish
from the net.
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CCCXLV
Rita Odeh
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the tortured boat
sought harbors everywhere
till finding you ...
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CCCXLVI
robert wilson
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on the winter
sea, a pelican
gulping lights
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CCCXLVII
Rita Odeh
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the lonely
mermaid, drank all the
sea of pain
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CCCXLVIII
Hugh Bygott
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In the black depths
the sea no season knows . . .
Yet here a summer red.
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| How can kigo be found for the depths of the sea? Despite this problem there are cycles of life in the deep sea, just as on the surface. One of the remarkable things is the prevalence of colour. However, this colour is only visible when white light is shone on the organisms. I suggest that four colours could be defined for the seasons; green for Spring, red for Summer, orange-yellow for Autumn, and shades of blue to white for Winter. If kigo cannot be found, then are we to deny haiku for the ocean depths? HB |
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CCCXLIX
Rita Odeh
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in the rush seaward
the river was dreaming
of a rare shell
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CCCL
Vaughn Seward
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north shore...
each wave laps then
falls away
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