A flurry of poems…

The fall issue of cattails is out at last. Due to a big switch around of editors, the September issue was delayed and is now published in December. What a big issue it is, full of so many poems to read. Many of my favorite poets are in this issue and there are some who are new to me still to be discovered.

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I have two haiku included in this issue:

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first blossoms –
I tell myself this year
will be different

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daybreak …
the birds wake us
song by song

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and a few senryu:

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long yawns …
breathing in
his boredom

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zafu zabuton zazen       zzzzz

 

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plus one tanka:

 

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long ago I heard
the sound of wuthering wind
blowing through the night –
a bleakness so forlorn,
a loneliness bereft of words   

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My thanks to all the editors of cattails for their hard work. I cannot begin to imagine the number of hours it takes to put together something this substantial.

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A selection of haiku…

A lovely surprise today when I found out that eight haiku I wrote were published in the online journal, Under the Bashō 2016, in the Modern Haiku category. I was also fortunate enough to have two one-line haiku also published in the One Line category, plus one in the Poets’ Personal Best category.

My thanks to editors Kala Ramesh, Johannes S.H. Berg and editor-in-chief, Don Baird.

 

The links to the journal:

Modern Haiku category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/modern-haiku/1798-kendall,-mary.html

One Line haiku category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/one-line-haiku/1759-kendall,-mary.html

Poets’ Personal Best category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/one-line-haiku/1759-kendall,-mary.html

 

The poems:

 

Modern Haiku category:

 

hospice –
rubbing lotion
into her still hands

 

bitten nails . . . 
holding the pain
in her hands

 
worry beads –
one by one I parse
your silence

 
nightshade –
the smoothness
of an aubergine

 

lonely night –
even the moon
looks around

 

darkening forest –
a wood thrush
begins to sing

 

chance of a lifetime –
my finger in front
of the lens

 

unable to swallow
childhood memories
rise up

 

 

One Line haiku category:

 

lone tricycle blue in the whirlwind of leaves

 

burnt butter that morning in Provence

 

Poets’ Personal Best:

 

hospice . . .
a glimpse of moonlight
on the bed

                                      The Heron’s Nest – June, 2016   (originally published)

 

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Bare branches . . . (a haiga)

When it rains, it pours, or so the saying goes. This month I feel so fortunate to have so many things included in two of my favorite senryu journals, Failed Haiku and Prune Juice. 

 

This haiga was published in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 11, November 2016. My thanks to Michael Rehling, editor of this fine journal.

 

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I took this photo in Regent’s Park, London, England, in 2015.

 

 

On my pillow… (a haiga)

It’s an honor to have this haiga published in Prune Juice: A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun and Haiga, Issue 20, November 16. My thanks to editor, Steve Hodge.

 

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This photo was taken by me in a small cafe in Edinborough, Scotland in March, 2013.

An Honorable Mention . . . (senryu)

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~ This poem/haiga is dedicated to all who have struggled with cancer. ~

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A wonderful surprise email told me that a haiga of mine had been selected as an “Honorable Mention, Mixed Media** Category” in the Jane Reichhold Haiga Contest sponsored by two wonderful senryu journals:

Failed Haiku, A Journal of English Senryu Volume 1, Issue 11, edited by Michael Rehling

Prune Juice – A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun and Haiga, Issue 20, November 2016, edited by Steve Hodge

The Judges of the contest were: Kris Kondo, Ron C. Moss, Michele Root-Bernstein

Michele wrote the commentary on my haiga: 

 

With the sparest of words and imagery, this haiga lays bare the essence of life in the face of death. If the poem skirts the uncertain boundary between haiku and senryu, just as certainly the picture skirts the shadowlands of mortality, its single image illuminating the darkness with a pulsating light. So well integrated are text and image that the associative leap between the two has the power of metaphor: the shaved skull is the incubating egg, never mind the incongruity. Avoiding the maudlin and the sentimental, this haiga speaks simply, honestly, of the beauty to be found in the ordinary, ordinarily hidden from view.”

This competition was in honor of the late Jane Reichhold who was such a brilliant poet, teacher, editor and mentor to so many who write haiku, senryu, tanka and other small form poems. I never had the honor of meeting her, but her main book on haiku has been a bible for me and so many others.

**Mixed Media, which can be any combination of traditional and photographic, or computer generated images and text.

 

 

 

 

 

moon flowers . . . (a haiku)

 

Published in Brass Bell, November 2016:

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Photo art by Mary Kendall

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moon flowers –

my son shows me

how they unfurl

 

 

Grief (a haiga)

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My warmest thanks to the editors, Gabriel Sawicki and Maria Tomczak.

 

Clouds (haiku)

Another haiku published in Frameless Sky 4 (Summer 2016), edited by Christine L. Villa. 

 

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My thanks to Christine L. Villa for selecting this haiku for publication.

 

 

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Looking back…

In Frameless Sky 4, editor Christine L. Villa paired my haiku/senryu with a another lovely photograph of Irena Iris Szewczyk. My thanks go to Irena Iris Szewczyk and to Christine L. Villa, editor of  Frameless Sky.

 

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Words by Mary Kendall
Photograph by 
Irena Iris Szewczyk
Frameless Sky 4, Summer 2016

hospice…

The Heron’s Nest, Volume XVIII, Number 2: June 2016

 

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Two New Haiga

June has brought with it the publication of some excellent journals. I love being able to read through them and enjoy the poems. Some are haiku, haiga, senryu or haibun, and others are tanka, tanka art or tanka prose. Hours and hours of fine reading that will stretch into the whole month of June.

I’ve been fortunate to have a number of small poems published this month. I’ll post these by type and by publication over the next week. Today I will begin with two haiga that were published in the newest issues of cattails, the publication of the United Haiku and Tanka Society.

 

Lilac haiga

 

 

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Both haiga were published in the May 2016 edition of cattails, collected works of the United Haiku and Tanka Society.

 

Bell flowers ~

 

 

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   Campanula sp, Blue Bellflower. – Watercolour by Greta Mulligan (Australia)

I was very fortunate to have one of my haiku included in the May 2016 issue of brass bell: a haiku journal, curated by Zee Zahava. This month’s theme was Small Things.  To read all the other excellent haiku, please visit:         http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com

 

 

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Train Whistle (a haiga)

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My Train Whistle haiga was published in the April 2016 issue of Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, edited by Michael Rehling.

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Please view the whole issue of this wonderful journal:       http://www.haikuhut.com/FailedHaikuIssue4.pdf

 

 

Silk Strands, a New Haiga

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This haiga appeared on Daily Haiga on March 23, 2016.  I would like to thank my dear friend, Sheppy Vann, for allowing me to use her beautiful photograph for this piece.

Here is the link to the original:  http://www.dailyhaiga.org/haiga-archives/1805/-fall-s-footrpints-by-mary-kendall-usa

 

 

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Senryu…three for today

These three senryu were just published in the March issue of faileD haikU, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 3, edited by Michael Rehling.

 
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I hope you are enjoying senryu as much as I am. The world of haiku and senryu is so rich and open.

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Two New Senryu…

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I had two senryu published in the March, 2016, issue 18 of Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, edited by Steve Hodge. It’s a real honor to be published in this excellent  journal.

 

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The first is dedicated to my friend, Gale, who underwent brain surgery last fall. She handled it with such grace and her usual humor. She has recovered and is doing really well. This poem is for her:

 

scalp stapled shut–
your laughter as you
try on bright new hats

 

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Senryu have a human element to them. They are often thought of as being humorous, but that is not always the case. They can be very serious as in the next poem. This poem is a one line senryu. It is dedicated to someone dear to me who is undergoing cancer treatment.

 

your tumor growing        we worry about the snow

 

 

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I hope you will explore all the writers in this issue of Prune Juice:  https://prunejuice.files.wordpress.com/2016/03/pj-issue-18-march-1603.pdf

 

Haiga #3 (a senryu)

This is #3 of the three photo haiga published in the March issue of faileD haikU, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 3, edited by Michael Rehling. A bit of nursery rhyme whimsy in this one.

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Note: this beautiful photo is in the public domain free use category. The senryu is by Mary Kendall.

Haiga #2 (a senryu)

As mentioned in the last posting, I had three photo haiga  published in the March issue of faileD haikU, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 3, edited by Michael Rehling. This is #2.

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Note:  Both the photo and senryu are by Mary Kendall.

Marching on…

 

Two tanka and one haiku were published
in  A Hundred Gourds 5:2 March 2016

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A Hundred Gourds 5:2 March 2016
http://www.ahundredgourds.com

Woodsmoke…

This haiku has just appeared in The Heron’s Nest, a distinguished journal of haiku. For me, as a first time poet in this journal, it is a truly great honor for which I’m thankful.

My poem is on page 11 of The Heron’s Nest:  http://www.theheronsnest.com/March2016/haiku-p11.html

 

winter night—

the curl of woodsmoke

takes flight

 

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I hope some of you will click the link to The Heron’s Nest to read the full issue of wonderful haiku from around the world.

 

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Note: photo is in the public domain (found linked with many sources online)

Haiku…in Brass Bell

Another joy and honor this week–my first time having haiku appear in Brass Bell, a publication that is edited by the incomparable Zee Zehava. This issue was done with International Women’s Day (on March 8) in mind. In the editor’s own words:

 

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I urge you to visit Brass Bell (also here on WordPress) and subscribe to it. Be sure to read the back issues for some excellent poetry.

My three haiku in this issue are below:

 

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If you have a favorite, please do let me know. I’m always curious what readers think or respond to.

 

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The first blossom of spring…

What a joy it is to open a journal–online or in print–and find your own work included among poems by poets you admire greatly. March 1st has been a special day since several wonderful publications all appeared on the same day. I’ll post separately for each journal, since I am hoping that you will go directly to the journal and read the work of the other poets that are included.

The first one is a very lovely journal, Wild Plum – a haiku journal, edited by Gabriel Sawicki who lives in Poland. This is volume 2, issue 1.  https://wildplumhaiku.wordpress.com

A feature I love is that the new isssue downloads as a pdf file to enjoy now as well as later:  https://wildplumhaiku.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/wild-plum-spring-summer-2016.pdf

I have two pieces included in this issue:

The first is a haiku on page 45:

 

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and the second piece is a Haiga (page 11) using a photo I took from our flat in London looking out at the twilight sky of Bedford Square Gardens:

 

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I hope readers will come to realize that meditation is very natural and we often do it without trying, especially at times such as studying a beautiful sky and clouds. Those moments are very centering, and you find yourself breathing more slowly and feeling more relaxed. I hope my Haiga conveys that to you.

 

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Night Music (haiga)

 

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This photo haiga was created by me as a response to a prompt: ZENITH. This is one day in NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month) on Facebook during the month of February.

Bits & Pieces

 

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I had three haiku published in issue #61 of hedgerow, a journal of small poems last week. 

 

old nest box…                                    
a flurry of blue birds
before the snow

 

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roasted chestnuts–
how could I forget
your laughter?

 

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my dog leaps
into still night water
to fetch the moon

 

(hedgerow #61)

 

 

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Small Poems for a Cold Winter Day

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In my last posting here,  I put up a new haiga that was just published in cattails, January 2016, the journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society, but I was really very fortunate this time round in having three other poems published in the same issue: a haiku, a senryu, and a tanka.

 

cattails, January 2016, haiku, p. 8:

 

winter—
each day closing in
on itself

 

cattails, January 2016, tanka, p. 4: 

 

chased away
by a gang of crows
the red-tailed hawk—
being different
is never easy

 

 

cattails, January 2016, senryu, p. 9:

 

black Friday—
the vultures circle
round and round

 

Migraine (haiga)

Published in cattails, January 2016:

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haiku and photography by Mary Kendall (c) 2016

Charlotte’s Story: Haiku for Wilbur by Mary Kendall (ME, IN FICTION Poetry and Prose Series)

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by Mary Kendall

“My Words”

my words—
who knew what a story
we’d become?

“First Friend”

a friend—
something my kind
never knew

“The Unexpected”

new friend—
silken parachutes in spring wind
bestow surprises

“Silken Words”

silken words…
hearts woven together
in their own story

“Some Pig”

little did they know
how special you were—
some pig!

“Terrific”

a real friend
who accepted me as I am…
terrific!

“Radiant”

just knowing
you have a good friend…
this radiant heart

“I Told You”

out of nowhere
grows the best thing…
kindness of spirit

“Humble”

humble—
your kindness of heart
my friend

“The Fair”

harvest moon—
who knew how high
we’d fly?

“Templeton”

even a rat
can help a friend..
who knew?

“My Time”

time for rest
my voice a whisper
…alone now

“Good-bye”

no need to worry—
our memories will live on
in your heart

“Death”

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Fly me to the moon…haiku for the season

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Full Moon of the Winter Solstice (c) 2010 Martin Liebermann

 

As I post this, it is the morning of the winter solstice of 2015. Where I live in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, the winter solstice officially happens tonight at 11:49 pm, EST. Wherever YOU are, it will happen at a different hour or perhaps the same. Readers of this blog come from all over the world–one of the joys in blogging is seeing the list of countries of readers–and I love imagining the moon going through its magical phases for each of you. Tonight, the solstice. Later this week, a full moon. What more could we want?

 

 

 

These are some of my earliest haiku:

 

WINTER MOON HAIKU

First published on Poets Online (c) Mary Kendall

Later used as lyrics in “Winter Moon” by Paul Carey, a piece for women’s chorus in (c) 2011.

 

night snow
boughs dreaming
of first blossoms

 

Fog filled woods~
even the winter moon
has lost its way

 

a winter walk
footprints
tell no tales

 

the blue moon
silently closes the door
upon the year

 

 

The Gleaners

The Gleaners

This beautiful photo was taken by a friend, Patti Hardee Donnelly. Patti is a Middle School Language Arts Teacher at the same school I retired from. Each grade level does regular community service, and the activities are varied. Last month, Patti took her Middle School Advisory to spend an afternoon of gleaning sweet potato fields. As they were working through the fields, Patti took this photograph. She very kindly let me ‘borrow’ it for this haiga.

The concept of gleaning is an ancient one. So long as people have planted fields of crops, others have followed in their wake to glean whatever food might be left behind. It doesn’t matter if the vegetables are picture perfect, so much as they provide food for those who are without. Taking a group of middle class students who are in no danger of starving is a very purposeful way of both doing community service and providing a life lesson to the students. The gleaned sweet potatoes do end up on dinner tables of people who are happy to have healthy, fresh produce. The students who do the gleaning, perhaps for the first and last time of their lives, surely learn a lot about the facts of poverty and hunger. They learn a lesson in simple compassion. How often do most of us come face to face with the pain of hunger? The answer for the majority of Americans is ‘rarely.’

Here in the United States, we have just celebrated Thanksgiving, a time in which we feast and share our meal with those we love. Soon our thoughts will move on to Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza, winter solstice, New Year’s and a whole period of seasonal gift giving, sharing food and good spirit. Let’s stop for just a minute and think about all we are fortunate to have–we who go to bed in a comfortable place after having had adequate meals. For December, I’m going to spend some time thinking about the concept of gleaning, both the physical and metaphorical. Having borrowed Patti’s beautiful photo and ‘gleaned’ it for my haiga, I hope I can find other ways to give back to the world.

Thank you, Patti Hardee Donnelly, for allowing me to use this picture, but thank you also for teaching your students about the importance of compassion and service to others. I will always celebrate and salute teachers like you who make a real difference in so many lives.

 

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Jean-François Millet (1814-1875)
Gleaners, also called, The Gleaners
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Oil on canvas
H. 83.5; W. 110 cm
© RMN-Grand Palais (Musée d’Orsay) / Jean Schormans

 

 

My Mother’s Voice…a poem of loss

Today, my favorite haiga was published in a favorite journal, Gnarled Oak. It is a lovely home for this haiga. Here it is along with the link to Gnarled Oak (check out all the great poetry in this journal). The editor, James Brush, releases one poem a day, a custom I love. It’s always a joy to see what each day holds. My thanks goes to James for accepting this piece.

My Mother’s Voice

 

My Mother's Voice haiga

 

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This haiga was originally posted on this blog on June 14, 2015.

Love Poems: After Forty Years (more tanka this week and a haiga, too)

In my last posting, I mentioned that this was a week of poems being published. Last time it was two tanka in Ribbons, this time it is two other tanka…and one haiga in a very beautiful and favorite journal of mine: hedgerow: a journal of small poems. Editor Caroline Skanne produces this publication weekly (it goes out on Friday afternoon, a highlight of the week for so many of us). This issue is #55. I’ll provide a link to the journal at the end of this posting so you can go and read all the other wonderful poems and visit mine. I’m so proud to be included with so many excellent poets.

My two tanka here are love poems. My husband and I were married in 1978, but we’ve been together for forty years. Where does the time go?

After Forty Years

you take my hand
when we walk together…
the last leaves
nearly
gone

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a single glance
from your grey eyes
shifts
my world—
the earthquake of you

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The haiga published in hedgerow #55 originally appeared in this blog. I am thrilled to have it officially published in an edited journal of this caliber.  Here it is.

Meditation Haiga (glass table)

I hope you all enjoy these poems. If you have a favorite, let me know.

When you have time, please visit the journal these were published in:

hedgerow #55, posted on November 13, 2015:  https://hedgerowpoems.wordpress.com/2015/11/13/55/

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Ripe Apricot (a haiga)

This haiga was just published in a new haiku anthology, “Behind the Tree Line”, the first anthology of Wild Plum journal.  To be included is an honor. My thanks to the editor, Gabriel Sawicki, who has published this anthology and who also publishes Wild Plum Journal. This was my first attempt at using art software to alter a photo into something new. (Yes, I need a lot of practice!!)

 

 

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My thanks to my dear friend and photographer, Yolanda Litton for allowing me to use her beautiful picture of the Provençal countryside.

Pearl ~ a haiga

One of my earliest postings on this blog was of a haiku on a pearl. Having begun creating haiga, a combination of a haiku and a piece of art or a photograph. I reworked this poem, and this is the result. It is now finally finished. I only wish I could give full attribution to the original photographer, but I could find none after searching for quite a long time. I did alter the color to suit this poem. My thanks to all fine arts photographers who always inspire.

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Pearl Haiga

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On Growing Older…

On my pillow haiga 2015

Summer Poem 1~

Here in the southern part of the USA, thunder and lightning are not uncommon in summer. Days can be very hot and humid, and late afternoon lightning storms often break up the quiet of the day. Rain, when it comes, often fails to bring relief but instead adds to the high humidity. Still, there are times when just listening to the thunder and seeing the clouds grow thick and dark overhead becomes a magical experience. My friend, Jeanna Clever List, took this photograph while her family was on vacation on the coast of North Carolina. Its drama and beauty is truly exceptional.

My thanks, Jeanna, for allowing me to use your beautiful photograph to complete my haiga.

 

 

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in the rushes—

standing so silent

a lone blue heron

tranquil water

The photograph of this Great Blue Heron is anonymous, sadly. I could not trace this internet picture to a specific site or photographer. Whoever you may be, I thank you for creating a beautiful picture of this gorgeous creature.

June Haiku 2

weathered wood—

memories of youth

drifting away

 

 

Old Boat ~ Photograph by Mike Keville, (c) 2015

Old Boat ~ Photograph by Mike Keville, (c) 2015

The theme of old, worn wood (see June Haiku 1) continues in this poem. Amazing how beautiful things retain their magic despite age.

My thanks to photographer, Mike Keville, for allowing me to use his gorgeous boat photograph for this haiku. The textures and colours of this photo inspire many poems.

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weathered clapboards–

does the old barn ever dream

of being a tree?

Barn in Spring Creek, Tennessee ~ Photograph (c) 2015  by Michael Todd

Barn in Spring Creek, Tennessee ~ Photograph (c) 2015 by Michael Todd

Note:  My thanks to Michael Todd for allowing me to use his beautiful photograph of an old barn in Spring Creek, Tennessee. Pictures like this are always such an inspiration.

fallen petals… (haiga)

My Mother's Voice haiga

Two Small Poems

Two poems of mine were just published in the May 2015 issue of ‘cattails,’ the lovely online publication of the United Haiku and Tanka Society. I am truly honored once again by being included in the company of such excellent poets. My thanks to all of the editors, and especially to the main editor, an’ya.

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The first is a haiga.  My thanks to my good friend, Debbie Nemer Suggs who gave me permission to use her lovely photo (c) 2015 with my haiku.

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and the other poem is a haiku:

Rosehips by Midori

Rosehips by Midori

petals fall—
we gather rosehips thinking
only of tea

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Photo by Tanya of Lovely Greens Blog

Photo by Tanya of Lovely Greens Blog

faded beauty…

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Spring Equinox (haiga)

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Haiga by Mary Kendall

This was written for a prompt on the spring equinox for a favorite small poem poetry group I belong to called “seize the poem.” I’m enjoying creating this mix of haiku and photography, and I think I finally got the words correctly balanced on the picture, so I’m sharing it here as well. The photo is my own taken in the sculpture garden of the Rodin Museum in Paris this month.

Haiku for today…

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barely spring–

rowers churning water

 silver slips away

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Sky the color of hyacinths…

waves swell then break

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I’m still very new as a haiku poet, so it is with caution that I’ve ventured out to try an actual haiga. A haiga combines art and a haiku. Since I lack all painterly skills, I’m combining my haiku with a photo that I love. I’ve done this in a slightly similar way on my blog with tanka and some autumn haiku. However, I consider this to be my very first true haiga.

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What is Haiga?  

Haiga is a Japanese concept for simple pictures combined with poetry, usually meaning haiku. In Basho’s time, haiga meant a brushed ink drawing combined with one of his single poems handwritten as part of the picture. In our day and age, haiga can be watercolor paintings, photographs or collages with a poem of any genre that is integrated into the composition. Sometimes the poem is handwritten or it can be computer generated, depending on the artist’s taste.”  (This definition of haiga is by the poet, Jane Reichhold on her website,  Ah Ha! Poetry.)

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Note on Photograph:

This beautiful photograph is by an Icelandic photographer known to me only as KariK on Flickr. It was posted and thus copyrighted in (c) 2011. It has been posted thousands of times online and almost never with an attribution to him. By doing a ‘backward’ image search I was able to find him on flickr. His photographs, most of nature, are magnificent.  This is what he wrote for this particular picture (translated from Icelandic):

Reykjanestá:  This location is unique for the fact that there can see the ocean ridge walk on 1 and, Mid-Atlantic Ridge, which separates the prefabricated North America and Europe.

KariK, (c) 2011

One Snow Haiku

Snowfall by Debbie Suggs

Snowfall by Debbie Nemer Suggs

 

Swiftly falling snow

Our footprints disappear ~

Were we ever there?

 

snow symbol

I would like to thank my dear friend, Debbie Suggs, for the use of her beautiful snowfall photograph (c) 2015.  Debbie and I wrote and published a book, A Giving Garden, in 2009. Her beautiful photographs have always inspired me.

Ginger Tea

steaming tea pot

1.

curls of steam
a pot of ginger tea
fragrant this night

2.

silent crow …
holding tight in
winter wind

Crow on a Willow Branch, Japanese woodprint, Library of Congress woodprint

Crow on a Willow Branch, Japanese woodprint,    Library of Congress

Winter Moon Haiku

full moon clairmont courier

Winter Moon Haiku

These haiku were first published PoetsOnline in response to a prompt for winter haiku. In the summer of 2011, I was contacted by the American composer, Paul Carey, who asked permission to use the haiku for a commissioned composition. These were used as lyrics for “Winter Moon” by Paul Carey, a piece for women’s chorus in 2011. The work was premiered on December 8, 2011 by the Clark College Women’s Choir (directed by April Duvic).

Sadly, I’ve never gotten to hear the musical piece since I’m on the east coast and Clark College is in Vancouver, Washington. It would be my dream to get a download of that performance, but enough time has passed that I believe that won’t happen. Still, it was a true honor to be asked to use my haiku in a composition.

I’ve decided to post these haiku today because yesterday was the first full moon of the new year, 2015. Often called the Wolf Moon or Old Moon, the full moon is always a magnicent display for us to observe. I have always felt I could write more freely and easily during a full moon, though I have no proof of that. It’s just a gut feeling of a single poet.  Because these were published as part of a composition, the haiku won’t appear in any journals, so I’d like to share them with the readers of this blog. Otherwise they lie dormant in my poetry folder along with so many of their friends.

I offer good wishes to each of you for the new year. 

tsuki-moon

      

night snow

boughs dreaming

of first blossoms

Winter

Fog filled woods~

even the winter moon

has lost its way

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a winter walk

footprints

tell no tales

Full Moon

       

the blue moon

silently closes the door

upon the year

End

                                      

Four Late October Small Poems

Weaving Light 6 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

Weaving Light 6 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

1:

dusk winds weave
seed pods in silken strings
spirits dancing

2:

morning’s breath
slips by so silently
a shiver of frost

3:

perhaps a portent
of what winter will bring
this woven white light

4:

just as a cloud forms
and suddenly dissipates
so a thought begins

Weaving Light 13 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

Weaving Light 13 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

These beautiful photographs of Goat’s-beard seed heads are by the very talented Karen McRae. They appear on her blog: The Frayed Edges of Waking August 12, 2012 by Karen McRae) http://drawandshoot.me/2012/08/12/the-frayed-edges-of-waking/

Many thanks, Karen, for allowing me to use your breathtaking photos that inspired these four small poems.      

                                               ~ Mary ~

Weaving Light 11 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

Weaving Light 11 (c) 2012 by Karen McRae

Four Autumn Haiku


Today is the first day of autumn, and for my writing practice in the next few weeks I’ll begin a series of autumn or fall poems. This is my favorite season, my soul season. I’ve done a few different types of haiku ranging from traditional 17 syllables to a poem in a single line. Do you have a favorite?

1.

biting into a Victoria plum, such guilty pleasure

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2.

spent blossoms–
the last swallowtail
sips alone

best swallowtail pic

3.

soup 1

the season’s first soup
almost ritually cooked
stirs our senses

4.

sweet windfall apples…
bruised memories
autumn of long ago

fallen apples

Modern English language haiku are not always seventeen syllables. A haiku can be many things, but always it is a brief poem with a strong image that evokes a season and a moment of time captured simply in lyrical language. Scroll to the bottom of today’s blog to find a list of essential qualities of haiku.

The following list from the wonderful journal, Heron’s Nest, lists important qualities that make a haiku.

 Here are some qualities we find essential to haiku:

  • Present moment magnified (immediacy of emotion)
  • Interpenetrating the source of inspiration (no space between observer and observed)
  • Simple, uncomplicated images
  • Common language
  • Finding the extraordinary in “ordinary” things
  • Implication through objective presentation, not explanation: appeal to intuition, not intellect
  • Human presence is fine if presented as an archetypical, harmonious part of nature (human nature should blend in with the rest of nature rather than dominate the forefront)
  • Humor is fine, if in keeping with “karumi” (lightness) – nothing overly clever, cynical, comic, or raucous
  • Musical sensitivity to language (effective use of rhythm and lyricism)
  • Feeling of a particular place within the cycle of seasons