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Haiku Spirit Issue #14 


JUNE 1998

 

 

 

The first of May ~
yes, yes indeed,
oh yes!

 

Jim Norton

 

 

How to tell all these buds?
A late frost forecast

 

Gilles Fabre

 

 

 

 

Pink cherry blossom
heavy snowfall ~
where am I am going?

 

Sean O'Connor

 

 

 

 

Just for a moment
they came tumbling down
spring snowflakes

 

Bill Wyatt

 

 

 

 

First day of spring
everyone
has time to spare

 

Ken Jones

 

 

 

 

spring evening shower ~
back from the maternity
I wash one dinner set

 

 

 

 

cherry blossoms
all over the pavement, the road:
here come the sweeper

 

Gilles Fabre

 

 

 

 

Against this mountain
more and more distinct
~ a rainbow

 

Patrizia Interlandi

 

 

 

 

Lighting the stove
I wake up my companion
a sleepy fly

 

 

 

 

Through the mist
the drumming of little hooves
on frozen pasture

 

 

 

 

Long beams of roaring light
beneath the dawn moon
the big trucks

 

 

 

 

Heavy coils of smoke
from new-lit fires
slowly the day begins

 

 

 

 

Paving stones
those that go clunk!
and those that don't

 

 

 

 

Oil lamp in each hand
unable to reach the switch
that isn't there

 

Ken Jones
(taken from a haibun: Spring Solitary)

 

 



Rensaku on the Death of a Patient

 

"I'm okay"
and he promptly died ~

you are, friend, you are.

 

 

 

 

His death confirmed
beside him, his peg feed~
still feeding him.

 

 

 

 

We root for pound coins
his dead eyes stare at nurses
~ as usual.

 

 

 

 

Bright morning sunlight
this room with his naked corpse ~
everything whiter.

 

 

 

 

Shaving his corpse
how much his beard has grown
since this morning.

 

 

 

 

This hillside,
the thud of clay on his coffin ~
a lone bird sings

 

 

 

 

A month since his death
sorting the box of ward socks
~ his name on one.

 

Sean O'Connor

(A rensaku is not a sequence. It is bringing together a number of haiku written around the same event or experience.
Each of its haiku maintains its independence and can be sited on its own elsewhere.)

 

 

 

 

Neon fish swimming
oblivious
as i cast my vote

 

Maeve O'Sullivan

 

 

 

 

On this moonless night
meditating in the dark ~
full moon overhead

 

Yuri Runov

 

 

 

 

Sitting silently
doing nothing ~ spring arrives
all by itself

 

Bill Wyatt

 

 

 

 

a dog,
scratching at a door
with a wreath on it

 

Gilles Fabre

 

 

 

 

Widower's dead
his furniture burnt
only his woodstack left

 

Ken Jones

 

 

 

 

Sing, bird, sing ~
help us find
a name for the baby

 

Gilles Fabre

 

 

 

 

Fleece bedecked with cherry leaves
she chews her curd

 

Ken Jones

 

 

 

 

Where to now?
At the center of the room,
A bug, pauses

 

Gilles Fabre

 

 

 

Between Kingdom and Republic
a silent pot holed road

 

Ken Jones




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