December Haiku Share- Day 30

— December Haiku Share

open mic
what is there
left to say?
— Cara Holman

“Things with Wings”, edited by Aubrie Cox, June 2012

 

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a scribbled note-pad …
deciphering a haiku written
in the fold of dreams
— Gillena Cox

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holly berries . .
dreaming of snow
with a redbird
— Sandi Pray

see haiga here

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wind gusts
the curve of her hips
beneath the burka
Lauren Mayhew

bottle rockets #28, 2012

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dusty road –
where handsome parted
from this stranger
— S.M. Abeles

Notes From The Gean No. 14

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he thinks again of turning leaves her hands
— angie werren

tinywords (Issue 11.3) 

Issa’s Untidy Hut (Sunday Service #127)

 

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a few words
with a stranger passing
on this road
everyday precious things
are scattered in the wind
— Alison Williams

Blithe Spirit Vol.10 No.4 Dec 2000

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incense
the way your voice rises
when you lie
Seánan Forbes

Modern Haiku 43:3

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words in a dream:
things beautiful,
broken,
and without fear—
tomorrow I’ll make a list
— Jenny Ward Angyal

GUSTS 15, spring/summer 2012

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why couldn’t I
have let myself love her?
the sun’s warmth
as I sit in the graveyard
alone this spring morning
— Kirsten Cliff

Simply Haiku, January 2012

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winter’s fog
atop the forest
red amaryllis blossoms unfold

 — Judy Cole
 

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Marina beach–
waves go back
without touching your name

—kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

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sealing the letter
with a lipstick print
i await his response…
how slowly winter into spring
summer into autumn
 Pamela A. Babusci

Kokako 2003 (NZ)

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checkmate—
surrendering to
a choir of birds
— Christine L. Villa

Things With Wings, edited by Aubrie Cox, June 2012
See her doodle here

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winter sunset
again we fail to speak
about the future
— Margaret Dornaus

Notes from the Gean 3:3, December 2011

 

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the neighbour’s
unkempt lawn. . .
all these butterflies
— Polona Oblak

1st place July 2010 Shiki Kukai
2nd place 8th Annual Poet’s Choice Kukai

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western wind —
a go master waits
for a stone’s move
— Lech Szeglowski

Honorable Mention, 15th Mainichi Haiku Contest 2011

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starfish . . .
to feel so much
of what we touch
— Peter Newton

Acorn #27, Fall 2011
What We Find, Imaginary Press, 2011

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rain all night
the scent of eucalyptus
in my dreams
Stevie Strang

3rd place, Shiki Kukai – November 2011

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serving hot chai
in earthen pots-
the curve of her hips
 sanjuktaa

Wednesday haiku at Issa’s Untidy Hut, July 2011

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Tatted Stories

infectious laughter
a lap for curling up in
nimble fingers push shuttle
stories told through tatting
Jone MacCulloch

Four and Twenty, September 2009

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was it you
who laid this feather
on my feet
seeking my forgiveness
in the rain?*
Alegria Imperial

GUSTS 15, Spring 2012

*Picked by four-year old Miriya Nguyen to ‘carry in her pocket’
for ‘A Poem in Your Pocket a Day’

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December Haiku Share- Day 29

December Haiku Share

afternoon fog
the dampened cries
of wild geese
— Cara Holman

1st place, 2011 Porad Award

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caged tigers
marking territory—
they too
believe the world
belongs to them
— Jenny Ward Angyal

Atlas Poetica 11, March 2012

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almost dreaming . .
out of the mist
a swan
— Sandi Pray

see haiga here

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morning fog –
I imagine
the end of the road
— angie werren

NaHaiWriMo (May, 2012)

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the river
beneath the river
of fog
— Polona Oblak

Notes From the Gean 3:1 (June 2011)

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into fog
under oak trees we lose
who we are
first a weight in the eyes
then our hands no longer ours
— Alegria Imperial

Eucalypt Issue #10, May 2011

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fog lifts
from the stream
wild ducks in flight
— Kirsten Cliff

‘Between the Birdsong’ (with Cara Holman) 
LYNX 27:3, October 2012

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the sandpiper in the lead sounding the retreat

A Hundred Gourds, 1:3

one clap–
the sky explodes
in starlings

Chrysanthemum, Spring 2012

— Peter Newton

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so my friend
when will you visit me?
my flowers are withering
on the trellis and all the
geese have darkened the sky
 Pamela A. Babusci

American Tanka & A Thousand Reasons

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after the drizzle
on a swan’s lingering trail
the touch of rainbow

—kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

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lifting fog
he catches me hiding
his gifts
— Christine L. Villa

Haigaonline, December 2012
See haiga here

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morning cup between my hands the steam of a distant land
Seánan Forbes

An earlier version appeared in Sketchbook V:2

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north by northeast
a splinter of geese flies
far from this heat
I too ponder
how I’ll leave this earth
— Margaret Dornaus

from “Milestones,” Haibun Today, vol. 6, no. 1, March 2012

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afternoon quiet~
she opens
her trinket box
 sanjuktaa

A haiga I had done for Rick Daddario’s 30 Days of Haiga.
It can be seen here

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open mic

December Haiku Share

So at the beginning of this haiku/tanka/haiga share, I made the analogy with the card game Crazy Eights. Today, the prompt is a wild card. I want you to share something you’ve wanted to share all month, but didn’t quite fit in with any of the prompts. Or a personal favorite. Or… whatever– it’s up to you.
open mic
what is there
left to say?

“Things with Wings”, edited by Aubrie Cox, June 2012

 


If you missed the initial post, click here to read about the month long haiku challenge I am holding right here on my blog this December.

December Haiku Share- Day 28

December Haiku Share

longest night
my third round
of counting sheep
— Cara Holman

Shiki Kukai, December 2012

 

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milk moon
my bare feet on this
wood floor
— angie werren

Haiku Bandit Society (May 2012 Dottie Dot)

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winter’s chill
clouds lie cradled
near the sun
~isabelle loverro

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summer evening
the long secrets
of our shadows
Seánan Forbes

Daily Haiku, Cycle 13

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midwinter
last night I dreamed I was
asleep in bed
— Alison Williams

Presence 26 June 2005

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goats’ eyes
deep marbled spheres
of blue and gold
the cosmos
tugging at my zipper pull
— Jenny Ward Angyal

Atlas Poetica 11, March 2012

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slightly blue
the scent of moon
at midnight
— Sandi Pray

see haiga here

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as close
as you and I will ever be –
solstice
— S.M. Abeles

paper wasp 18.4

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long night
the urge to reconsider
my beliefs
— Polona Oblak

A Hundred Gourds 1:2

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autumn night unfolding ladybug wings
— Lauren Mayhew

NaHaiWriMo, December 2012

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sleepless night–
the moon becomes
more familiar
kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

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dragon fire . . .
the way he moves me
this night
— Kirsten Cliff

The Language of Dragons, January 2012
(Yay Words! project edited by Aubrie Cox)

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sleeping
with the stars
instead of you
i dig a grave
for loneliness
 Pamela A. Babusci

A Thousand Reasons

 

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winter solstice
nothing left to talk about
outside the weather
— Margaret Dornaus

A Hundred Gourds, vol.1, no. 3, June 2012

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 wide awake
on this longest night
I revisit my childhood dreams
through the scents of
honey and wild jasmine
Kathy Uyen Nguyen

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she believes
another white lie
wine moon
— Christine L. Villa

International Kukai, October 2012

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snowflakes disappear
without a trace
the longest night
— Jone MacCulloch

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solstice walk the tide turns us back
— Peter Newton

Shiki Kukai, December 2012

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tossing pebbles
at the submerged moon
i realize
he has nothing more
to say to me tonight
 sanjuktaa

Moonbathing, issue 5, 2011-12

December Haiku Share- Day 27

December Haiku Share

frost-tipped blossoms
not how I thought
it would happen
— Cara Holman

HM, 2012 Porad Award

 

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peach blossoms
against the slate sky
of her blindness—
she asks
when will they bloom
— Jenny Ward Angyal

red lights 8:2, June 2012

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snow moon –
the warmth left in my hand
when you let go
— angie werren

Shiki Kukai — December 2012 

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bare branches
the daffodils bloom early
on his grave
— Sandi Pray

see haiga here

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bringing a pot of coffee
& cigarettes
to my mother’s grave
we have never spoken
so honestly
— Pamela A. Babusci

3 Lights Gallery
& A Thousand Reasons

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frost
on dry leaves
brittle with age
the gentlest touch
can break the skin
— Alison Williams

Blithe Spirit Vol.11 No.2 June 2001

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crawling down the rose
thorn by thorn
sunset
S.M. Abeles

paper wasp 18.4

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in your ashes
stories
that will not be told
Seánan Forbes

A Hundred Gourds, 2:1, December 2012

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beads of water
sit on her cold breasts —
all the tears
I could not cry for her
suddenly come now
— Lauren Mayhew

A Hundred Gourds, 1:2, March 2012

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beneath snow and ice blossoms lie sleeping waiting for spring
~isabelle loverro

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bolted lettuce
the favour
i shouldn’t have asked
— Polona Oblak

A Hundred Gourds 2:1

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a flock of geese
flits north across the full moon—
too late for goodbyes
in the snow drift the last rose
turns copper and sheds its name
Alegria Imperial

LYNX June: 2, 2010

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petals falling
her parting words
just for me
— Christine L. Villa

A Hundred Gourds, 1:2 March 2012
See haiga here 

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suicide –
we all bring daffodils
to the funeral
— Kirsten Cliff

Notes From the Gean, 3:2, September 2011
See haiga here

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nature hike
talking about the first time
she ran away
— Peter Newton

from Things with Wings,
e-book anthology edited by Aubrie Cox

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a handful of petals
beneath the winding sheet . . .
mother’s heart infused
with the lingering scent
of her favorite rose
— Margaret Dornaus

Notes from the Gean, vol. 3, no. 1, June 2011

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her lips quiver
without making a sound–
funeral song
kash poet (kashinath karmakar)

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the hush beyond the gunfire olive blossoms
sanjuktaa

December 2012 International kukai No 9, 1st place

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jasmine blossoms
outside the window
frost in his kiss
— Jone MacCulloch