from the tea water
flume also comes…
a firefly
– Kobayashi Issa
Translation by David G. Lanoue
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from the tea water
flume also comes…
a firefly
– Kobayashi Issa
Translation by David G. Lanoue
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how touching
to exist after the storm
chrysanthemum
– Matsuo BashΕ
Translation by Jane Reichhold
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chasing flies
is a two-person job…
widow
– Kobayashi Issa
Translation by David G. Lanoue
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plum scent
suddenly the sun comes out
on a mountain road
– Matsuo BashΕ
Translation by Jane Reichhold
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night fishing–
the pleading
of a katydid
– Kobayashi Issa
Translation by David G. Lanoue
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exciting
but sad when it is over
cormorant boats
– Matsuo BashΕ
Translation by Jane Reichhold
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hey butterfly
move aside!
bath water’s splashing
– Kobayashi Issa
Translation by David G. Lanoue
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both weary
taking lodging at the same time
wisteria flowers
– Matsuo BashΕ
Translation by Jane Reichhold
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The #HaikuSeed prompt last week was fog with an additional photo prompt
This week there will be no commentary, sorry! Too busy with work and all. I loved how the haiku captured beautiful moments in nature and brought focus to certain aspects of how fog exists, moves and interacts. Some wonderful senryu again. Perhaps I will add short commentary to a few featured haiku on Twitter over the week as I find time. Hope you enjoy last week’s blossoms.
sunrise
the fog coalesces
into a purple heron
Alaka Y
lost
in the fog
but for my footsteps
C. X. Turner
rolling fog . . .
shadows deepen
in slow motion
Don Baird
driving slowly
with windows down
pea-soup fog
Joseph P. Wechselberger
foggy morning
the shuffling gait
of grandpa
Lorelyn Arevalo
fog map–
the shifting path
of a story
Pippa Phillips
Diwali weekβ
motherβs old silks
drape the dining table
Rupa Anand
winterβs sun
reluctantly rising
with a sigh
θ«ι³ (Kaon)
opaque fog –
near becomes
far
Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
creeping fog
across the battlefield
buried memory
BA France
morning fog
the eerie stillness
of dew point
Eavonka Ettinger
harsh winters
now and then
a road loses its way
Meraki
autumn dawn
a heron fishes
the fog
Kerry J Heckman
harbor fog
i stumble
through goodbye
Luna
midnight fogβ¦
the shadows
of skeletal trees
Nancy Brady
shrieking chimps
echo across the jungle
fog of war
morning dew . . .
fog of starlings
rolling in and out
petro c. k.
I see my breath
morning’s also
floating over the pond
Skyeku
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I’ve started this journal with an idea to see amateur haiku poets like me write more nature-themed haiku, having seen all sorts of topics being written in haiku form by aspiring writers on Twitter and other places on the internet. I’ve been there, I’ve done that. But I’ve grown into a classicist when it comes to haiku as I really looked at what most of the haiku written by masters like Basho, Issa, Buson do. So I’m not too quick to warm up to contemporary haiku. It is an undeniable fact that the haiku form in English has been evolving for decades now and it will continue to. So while I keep this journal to inspire and feature nature-themed haiku, I will occasionally break from it because I see some expertly written haiku that I cannot help but appreciate what the writer has achieved and it makes me rethink the kind of haiku I want to feature here.
HSJ readers and contributors, if you like these feature posts with commentary, we would consider it a great encouragement and would love it if you shared it with others on the social profiles. On Twitter you can tag us at @HaikuSeed_, we are looking to gain audience of both writers and readers as we aim to grow.
Thank you for writing haiku for our prompts and reading the journal. We hope our journal inspires you. Keep writing!
β Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta
Founding Editor
@coffeeandhaiku
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