Kyoto Haiku Project / Writing on the “Peace” 「平和」を詠む

 

lit little window -

carols rising to the sky
from the bombed village

wartime conditions -

grandpa carving a horse out
of the crushed walnut

INTERNATIONAL HAIKU MAGAZINE, GINYU No.99 / HAIKU GALLERY

 Selected and commented by Ban'ya Natsuishi. In bold face: recommended (1,3, 5, 7).

tunete -

copii tăcuți încercuind

groapa soldatului

rolling thunder -

silent children around

the soldier's tomb

2

armistițiu -

din când în când mai cade

o nucă la geam

armistice -

from time to time it still falls

a nut on the window

3

Ziua Copilului -

pe scaunul tatălui

casca de soldat

Children's Day -

on daddy's chair

his combat helmet

 

4

petrolier la mal -

vântul face un delfin

dună de nisip

oil tanker in shore -

the wind turns a dolphin

into seif dune

5

zbor de fluturi -

un avion împroașcă

ceva lipicios

flying butterflies -

an airplane is spreading

something sticky

6

jazz pe faleză -

de pe aripa egretei

picură petrol

jazz show on the beach -

the wings of an egret

dripping with black oil 

7

flori presate -

la povestea din jurnal,

nicio amintire

pressed flowers -
no memory

for a story in the diary

ESUJ-H: English Haiku, August, 2023

 Judge: Emiko Miyashita (Haiku poet), and Tetsuya Kotaki (Haiku poet)

 

air raid alert--
bees moving pollen 
around

Drifting Sands Haibun (August 1, 2023) / Editor: Keith Polette

 

Childhood

In this featureless landscape, with sands cornering in, not even a stork would make life meaningful. Stifling day, wilted grass, empty well . . . Dust clouds swallow  rain clouds, but the eyes have become accustomed to the sand kites. A small, barefoot shadow makes her daily way to the old flowering acacia tree at the edge of the village, where the townsmen drop their rubbish. Her stroll is not a waste of time. Sometimes, under that tree, toys grow.

childhood —
two mismatched buttons
some doll’s eyes

Contemporary haibun online 19.2

 

Pray

The autumn Fair is held under a scarlet sky in the village outskirts, where people put out for sale all sorts of things, all in a perfect mess: sheep, pigs, goats, medals, wigs, fried anchovies, steaming wine, French perfume, rollerblades, scooters, bicycles, dolls. The carousel horses run around to the music, and kids have fun, except a little girl that squats for some time next to bird cages.

— Would you like to buy a siskin? 

— No. I pray for not growing wings.

gunfire—
getting used to
humans

Haiga in focus, August 2023

 

failed haiku – a journal of English Senryu / Issue 92