December Haiku Share
Okay, here’s my idea for daily posts for the month of December. We all have growing collections of haiku, some of which may have appeared in online or print journals, won contests, been posted on blogs or social media in response to prompts, or are just sitting in our notebooks waiting for a chance to share them. I’d like to showcase these haiku, but in a very specific way. Every day I will post a haiku from my own archives (with publishing credits where appropriate), and in the comments, I’d love it if you would share one of your own haiku (with appropriate credits), that is related in some way. Think of the card game Crazy Eights, where the next card played has to match the current card in the discard pile in either rank or suit. So for my challenge, look for a matching haiku from your own archives (or yes, you can write a new haiku if you wish, but keep in mind that pretty much all journals will consider it published if you do), and share a haiku that keys off of either the season, topic, key words, or is a response to mine in any way.
My haiku for today is:
a stranger in the crowd
that looks like you
blue mist
(Shiki Kigo Kukai, November 2012)
You could share a haiku about strangers, crowds, the color blue, mist in particular, weather words in general, or even a haiku dealing with regret, longing or loneliness. I look forward to reading what you share! If I have enough of a response over the course of the month, I may put these together in small posts that I share on my blog periodically, or even a bigger collection at the end. I will do this daily, throughout the month of December. Participate as often as you choose!
whispered secrets
the mist
absorbs the night
Daily Haiku, Cycle 13, Summer 2012
Beautiful Seanan. I don’t remember reading this the first time around, although I know I must have.
No worries, Cara. Thank you.
I don’t remember writing it the first time ’round . . .
city street
I fall into step
with a stranger
Blithe Spirit Vol.21 No.4 December 2011
Very nice, Alison.I like this image. I’m not familiar with Blithe Spirit. Is it an online or print journal?
It’s the British Haiku Society’s journal, Cara. http://britishhaikusociety.org.uk/journal/
Alison, your work gave me a moment of happy connection. I’ve lived it — only more so. I have looped my arm through that of a stranger, rather than through that of the person I was “with”. It wasn’t purposeful. My mind and my body were not in the same space and time.
Thank you for the smile.
coming home
to an empty house
so many stars
Kokako 12, April 2010
evolution: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku (Red Moon Press, 2011)
Very powerful, Kirsten.
where the blue goes
after sundown —
her bedroom eyes
Frogpond Iss. 35.2
Ahhhh . . . This is lovely.
Thank you very much, Seanan.
A good one, Scott.
Thanks Cara, and for doing this, great idea and beautiful poems so far.
I don’t submit as often, but I do have one to share. Great December fun, Cara! 🙂 Hope I can find time to join every day! Just promoted this for you on my FB community page and Twitter.
pine mist . . .
a thousand suns shatter
from a robin’s landing
Hope you do manage to squeeze in the time to participate every day, Kathy, and thanks for sharing about this challenge. Great image!
street lights:
the shadows hold those kind
of women
Another kind of stranger… 😉 Welcome to the blog, Paula.
I will be playing around with this theme and imagery a bit on my own. It was a shock to have a young woman emerge from the darkness near our car on a notorious stretch of highway when we were coming home from the symphony. She has haunted me since. After seeing it was just 2 women she quickly vanished.
blossoms in her hand
he smiles without knowing
her name
Sketchbook (January/February 29, 2012: Vol. 7, No. 1)
see haiga here – http://blossomrain.blogspot.com/2012/03/haiga-15.html
I’ll share this on my blog! 🙂
I love this, Chrissi! Yours is kind of the flip side of mine. And thanks for the blog post– this month is going to be so much fun!
Your idea is great, Cara.
Well, I will follow your blog-path with pleasure.
a homeless man
all the signposts
erased by the mist
warm regards
Glad you’ll be taking part, Lech. Good haiku.
Thanks so much, Cara. Gladness belongs to me, too.
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trees dressed
red and yellow
only till the next big storm
Isn’t that so true, Judy. When I got back from Seabeck, all the trees were in their full color. Now we’re raking up sodden leaf piles.
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As per your invitation, I’ll try to share to date. Thanks again so much, Cara!
twilight rain
the blue heron mid-lake
somehow smaller
Alegria Imperial
Commended, Traditional Category
The Haiku Foundation 2012 Haiku Now Contest
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