Three in Kokako 31

 

KOKAKO 31 , 2019, a journal of the New Zealand Poetry Society

 

 

 

first apricots
the baby’s soft breath
in my ear

~

 

moonflower
night after night
that same dream

~

 

barely a whisper
between daylight
and nightfall
       when shadows
hide in darkness

 

Chasing the night

 

2019 Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology (A Moment’s Longing):

 

 

chasing the night—

a falling blossom

graces my tea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Powerless (two senryu)

 

Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga

Issue #28, July 2019

 

 

 

 

powerless

neighbors mingle

after the storm

 

~

 

 

our gods

stand between us

total eclipse

 

 

 

 

 

All we left unsaid . . .

 

 

Two senryu and one haiga are in the July issue of Failed Haiku.

 

 

Failed ​Haiku, A Journal of English Senryu

Volume 4, Issue 43

July 2019

 

 

 

 

abandoned nest

four blue eggs

but no answers

 

~

 

vagrant fog

     a distant train

            slows the night   

 

 

 

 

~

 

Catching up!

Over the past few months, a lot of my work has been published, but I’ve been negligent in getting them posted. Breaking from my usual tradition of a separate post for each journal, I’m going to post all of them here in a single posting. Separate poems and journals are both divided by  ***.

 

 

Redlights, Volume 15, No. 2, June 2019

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a day will come

when we are the faces

in old picture albums

and no one left

to give us names

***

 

babcia’s borscht recipe

in faded black ink—

can you smell the beets

bubble and hear her

hum along

 

 

Ribbons Spring/Summer 2019: Volume 15, No. 2

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PET scan . . .

all the dogs & cats

I ever knew & loved

romp in the tunnel

where I lie in stillness

***

 

Ribbons Spring/Summer 2019: Volume 15, No. 2

Tanka Café:  Theme: What Matters [to You]

 

they say time

moves faster as we age

yet here I am

stealing an hour

to listen to the birds

 ***

 

cattails: The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society, April 2019 Issue

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late winter

the garden’s breath

shifts once more

 

*** 

 

one crow

and a clutch of chickadees

at the birdfeeder —

that simple need

to fit in someplace

       

 

***

 

 

Frogpond 42.2 * 2019

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graveside—

white blossoms

lighten the darkness

 

 

*** 

 

 

Blithe Spirit 29.2, 2019

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evening meditation

fireflies flit here

& there

                           & there

 

***

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sacred sites

finding myself praying

in another language

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***

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the soft rustle

of quivering aspen leaves

over and over

I replay the words

I might have said

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***

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a feeling of you

standing behind me …

when I turn around,

only shadow

only silence

.

 

*** 

 

 

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Moonbathing 20 Spring/Summer 2019

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sea glass

    a distant story

        told in waves

            I long

                to read

 

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*** 

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The Heron’s Nest, Volume XXI, Number 2: June 2019

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a single brass button—

I try to remember

his voice

*** 

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Eucalypt  Issue 26,  2019

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without warning

a leaf rises in the wind

then tumbles—

our need for forgiveness

so unexpected, too

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(Eucalypt, The Distinctive Scribblings Awards)

http://eucalypt.info/E-awards.html?fbclid=IwAR2TIZkoI7env3GUJGjZftPzY1FSJbEBKzn5UTsZ7nmXxncO_NpCwyEzE_A

 

 

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Gusts, Contemporary Tanka  No. 29, Spring/Summer 2019

 

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faint notes

of a harpsichord

playing Bach –

why is it you always wait

for one wrong note

 

 ***

 

you pour a second cup

of pale moon tea

in a teashop in Prague

. . . I wonder what story

the leaves might tell

 

 

***

 

walking alone

past the tide’s own

push and pull –

I turn to see my footprints

wash away

 

 

*** 

 

 

Kokako 30, 2019

 

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abbey ruins

voices of evensong

     nowhere                 everywhere

 

***

 

 

old burying ground

so many grave markers

buried too

 

***

 

 

in the coffee shop

a glimpse of someone

who looks just like you—

I quickly check my face

in a mirror

 

***

 

 

dark storm clouds

dissolve in sunlight

and shift again—

your changing moods

just as quick

***

 

 

Five years . . . and counting

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Dear Readers:

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I have been blogging on A Poet in Time for five years this month. I began in 2014, and five years have flown by. While my original concept was to complete and post a poem weekly, I veered off into the magical word of Japanese short form poetry in English. For the past few years, this blog has really become a way to share haiku, senryu and tanka that I have published. At the top of the menu, I’ve separated published poems by years. For those who only know my tanka or haiku, I invite you to go back to 2014-5 and explore my longer poetry.

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I haven’t decided how much longer I will keep this blog. I have a lot of subscribers, but not many comments are left, so there is no way to know if anyone is reading things that are posted. Time will tell. I always welcome comments and observations from poets and non-poets alike. 

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For those who are subscribed and who read this blog, my deepest thanks go to each of you. It means a great deal to have readers who return again and again.

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Wishing you all a beautiful day. May peace and kindness rule over this world.

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Mary

July 2019

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Haiku Holiday turns 40

 

The North Carolina Haiku Society hosts an all-day meeting on the last Saturday of each April. This year marked the 40th year of these days called “Haiku Holiday.” Each of the past 40 years has been hosted by one wonderful poet and woman, Jean Earnhardt

on Bolin Brook Farm, an old farmstead that has been in her family for 12 generations. Can you imagine opening up your home and garden annually to a large group of poets? Jean does so graciously and with a welcoming, inclusive attitude. Thank you, Jean!

 

“In honor of the 40th anniversary of Haiku Holiday, we read 40 haiku by current and past members of the North Carolina Haiku Society. Crystal Simone-Smith selected the poems and published them as a broadside.”  (Dave Russo, the NCHS website Editor)

 

The Broadside is so beautiful, and it’s an honor to be part of this. My two haiku are listed below. My thanks to Crystal for selecting this to be included.

 

Haiku Holiday, NCHS, 2019

40 Years, 40 Haiku: A Broadside

 

 

dandelion—

more and more invisible

as I grow old

 

 

our country’s story

ever evolving

. . . fallen blossoms

 

 

Both haiku by Mary Kendall (c) 2019

 

War memorial (a haiku)

As Memorial Day approaches, thoughts of all who have sacrificed for our country come to mind. There have been so many wars, so many skirmishes, so many of our service people posted to regions far away from their homeland. The work they do in times of war or in conflict is something that requires a level of courage I don’t have. Yet we can all pay them our deepest respects and honor those who have died as well as those who came home. They have made this country what it is.

 

This haiku was published in Frogpond 42.1, Winter 2019 (Haiku Society of North America)

 

 

war memorial

blue dragonflies

loop in tandem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Starlight on winter branches

 

 

Two haiku and one tanka in Blithe Spirit 29.1, 2019

 

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ground fog
even birdsong
is invisible

 

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wood’s edge –
that inescapable pull
of darkness

          *

 

starlight on
winter branches—
those nagging thoughts
that seem to come
from nowhere

 

 

All poems by Mary Kendall

 

 

that look . . . (haiku/senryu)

 

 

Modern Haiku, Volume 50.1, Winter-Spring 2019

 

 

 

that look . . .   

a skim coat of ice

in the bird bath

 

 

 

 

 

Frozen Birdbath with Frozen Ripples (c) Terry Gray

 

 

unearthing beauty (rengay)

 

 

My deepest thanks to Kate MacQueen for writing this rengay with me. It was a wonderful and illuminating experience to write with Kate. Kate’s verses are #2, 4, 6 (italicized) and mine are #1, 3, 5.

 

This rengay was published in Vines #3, part of the publication hedgerow edited by Caroline Skanne. 

 

Note: for readers not acquainted with rengay, here is a definition from “Graceguts” by Michael Dylan Welch:

“Garry Gay invented a renga alternative in the summer of 1992: the “rengay.”

“The rengay is a collaborative six-verse linked thematic poem written by two or three poets using alternating three-line and two-line haiku or haiku-like stanzas in a regular pattern. The pattern for two people is A-3, B-2, A-3, B-3, A-2, B-3, with the letters representing the poets, and the numbers indicating the number of lines in each given verse.” 

dreams lost in dreams . . . (three haiku)

 

Three haiku were also published in Presence, Issue #62, 2018:

 

1.

 

dreams lost in dreams wild poppies

 

 

Field of Poppies, Photographer Unknown

 

2.

 

“Snow” by gookingsword (Pixabay)

 

 

 

deep in winter

abandoned nests

and forgotten songs

 

 

 

3.

 

waking from a dream

the night winds

unsettle the moon

 

 

Photo by Kenrick Mills on Unsplash

 

 

 

Ice ferns . . . (tanka)

 

       Presence Issue #62, 2018

 

 

scraping ice ferns

off the windows

of our old jalopy –

such fragile beauty     

soon pushed aside

 

 

Photo by eddy on ‘Unsplash’

 

 

The old dog . . . (tanka)

 

 

Tanka Society of America 2018 Members’ Anthology:
Of Love and War and the Life In Between

 

 

almost toothless

the old dog sleeps

by the fire . . .

the peace of knowing

you are there

 

 

 

This poem is dedicated to all beloved, faithful dogs for the  pure joy they bring.

 

 

Black feathers . . . (two tanka)

 

 

 

Skylark, Tanka Journal 12,
Winter 2018 (6:2)

 

 

 

black feathers

scattered

under a bush—

the unspoken truth

gone forever

 

 ~

 

 

in an old book

a letter, ‘address unknown’

a million miles away

a new star is born,

another dies

 

 

Indigo ink . . . (tanka)

 

 

Moonbathing, A Journal of Women’s Tanka,
Issue 19, Fall/Winter 2018

 

 

 

indigo ink

on vellum paper—

all those dreams

of making a different life

for myself

 

 

 

 

Picking stars apart (two haiku)

 

Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Volume 28 Number 4, November 2018

 

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 picking stars apart one by one long winter nights

 

 

Milky Way by Felix Mittermeier

 

2.

summer mirage—

what childhood

might have been

 

 

Photo by Pezibear (Pixabay)

 

 

 

Loneliness . . . (three tanka)

Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society,
Volume 28 Number 4, November 2018

 

Three tanka were published in Blithe Spirit this past November:

 

 

 Snow Landscape by Hans Braxmeier

 

 

winter woodland

bereft of birdsong 

           with your passing 

even clear days

are shadowed

 

 

Photo by Frantisek Krejci

 

 

together so long

we seem to finish

one another’s  sentences,

fluent in the pauses

of each other’s mind

 

 

 

Universe by Gerd Altmann

 

loneliness

comes and goes,

dancing around

my mind

with two left feet

 

 

 

 

 

finding a way back . . . (four Senryu)


Part 2:
Prune Juice, A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka,
Haibun and Haiga,
Issue 26 – November 2018

 

 

Four Senryu:

 

 

reproach –
finding a way back
from heated words

 

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overanalyzing–
the smell of wood smoke
on the wind

 

~

 

 

 

winter walk
learning to negotiate
what can’t be seen

 

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the house
where I was born
weeds & more weeds

 

 

 

          Photograph by Marina Shemesh

pale lichens on stone . . . (two haiga)

Prune Juice, A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun and Haiga,
Issue 26 – November 2018

 

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photography by Mary Kendall
Highgate Cemetery, London

 

 

Photograph by Mary Kendall,
Blackwood Farm, Hillsborough, North Carolina

 

~

 

My deepest thanks to Steve Hodge, editor. This was his last issue as editor of Prune Juice. It has been a joy and a wonderful learning experience working with Steve as an editor. 

 

Cover art by Chase Gagnon (c) 2018

 

Here is the link to the full issue of this amazing journal. It includes the amazing prize winners of the Jane Reichhold Memorial Haiga Competition for 2018 (edited by Steve Hodge and Michael Rehling), pdf:   pj-26-rev

 website:  https://prunejuice.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

innocence . ..

 


This tanka is dedicated it to all who have dealt with the trauma
of childhood sexual abuse.

 

 

 

he believed

himself omnipotent…

the innocence

of so many children

dissolved in a moment

 

 

 

Photograph by Circe Denyer

Eucalypt: A Tanka Journal,
Issue 25, 2018

It’s a great honor to have had this tanka published in Eucalypt. My thanks to editor, Julie Anne Thorndyke for selecting this particular poem.

 

 

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No second guessing

 

1.

 

how many times

can a stone skip

before sinking . . .

deep in my breast

a small lump appears

 

Unsplash by Linus Nylund

 

 

2.

 

no second guessing a kingfisher’s straight dive

 

 

 

Kingfisher and Irises by-Ohara Koson, The Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam, Holland.

 

 

3.

leaves turning –

an old friendship

ends

 

Golden Tree by Mary Kendall

 

 

ephemerae,
an international of haikai, tanka & beyond

Volume 1, C: November 2018

 

My thanks to Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy for publishing two of my haiku and one tanka in the November issue of ephemerae

 

 

 

 

Almost . . . (tanka)

 

Ribbons, the Journal of the Tanka Society of America Fall 2018: Volume 14, Number 3

 

 

the long scar

down your chest

almost healed —

so hard to forget

you almost disappeared

 

 

   

Ribbons, the Journal of the Tanka Society of America
Fall 2018: Volume 14, Number 3

 

 

 

Hospice window (a haiku)

My first time in this journal.

 

Haiku Canada Review, October 2018

 

 

hospice window

cherry blossoms

fade and fall

 

heart in pink

Frayed feathers . . . (a haiku)

 

Acorn: A Journal of Contemporary Haiku (issue 41), October 2018:

 

 

 

frayed feathers
beneath the dogwood tree


silence

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Each coloured heart (a tanka)

Well, somehow I missed this, a tanka published in Eucalypt, one of the finest tanka journals out there.  Eucalypt is published in Australia, the home of a great number of brilliant tanka poets. It’s always a great feeling having a poem published in this journal.
My thanks to Julie Thorndike, the editor.

 

Eucalypt, Spring issue 2018:

 

how it begins
this love of beauty . . .
a little girl touches
each coloured heart
on grandma’s quilt

 

 

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“Stacked Hearts” by Planted Seed Designs

 

Silence . . . (a tanka)

 

One tanka published in:

cattails, October 2018 Issue

The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society

 

 

 

 

told not to tell

or be a bother

a child soon finds

a world of her own

silence

 

 

 

Mary age 4A

In that silence, poems are born.

 

 

I urge all of you to read the full issue of cattails, which you can download as a pdf here:  http://cattailsjournal.com/currentissue.html

Black swan . . . (haiku)

 

cattails, October 2018 Issue

The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society

 

 

 

black swan    

the beauty

in difference

 

 

 

 

 

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Credit:Bournemouth News / Rex Features

 

 

 

I urge all of you to read the full issue of cattails, which you can download as a pdf here:  http://cattailsjournal.com/currentissue.html

 

Rain patter . . .(3 tanka)

 

Three tanka published in one my very favorite journals.

 

 

GUSTS No. 28, Contemporary Tanka
(fall/winter 2018)

 

 

pounding rains

& the peonies are lost –

how did I miss

your pallor, your reticence

that last day?

 

 

turning from pale gold

to dusky violet

our last embrace

so certain

so final

 

 

rain patter

on windows –

just when it seems

the darkness is over

it all begins again

 

 

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Changing Notes (a Tanka Sequence)

 

My thanks to my friend, poet and editor, Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy for writing this tanka sequence, “Changing Notes,” with me. It was published in Kokako 29, a journal of the Poetry Society of New Zealand.

 

 Changing Notes

A Responsive Tanka Sequence

by

Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy (UK) and Mary Kendall (USA)

 

glass bangles
tinkling with laughter 
rice grains
strewn on the newlyweds
seeding a new dream

(SK)

 

such longing
month after month
turning to years
suddenly the emptiness
disappears

(MK)

 

the curve of his hand
cups the moon 
quickening
the one butterfly
aflutter in my belly

(SK)

 

watching
the fragile pulse
of his fontanelle
and those half smiles
in his milky dreams

(MK)

 

rocking horse
hither and thither 
the long curls
of sun-kissed memories
braided into birdsong 

(SK)

 

one day his son will chatter
in a different tongue
raven locks
eased into smoothness
. . . a new chosen land

(MK)

 

Billowing fog (a few haiku & tanka)

 

 

Two haiku and one tanka in Kokako 29, 2018, a journal of the New Zealand Poetry Society:

 

 

where the house
once stood
only cherry blossoms 

 

 

 

billowing fog
the burden of keeping
your secret

 

 

 

rosé bottle
the forgiving vagueness
of frosted glass
the morning
after

 

 

 

 

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no attribution for this lovely picture I found online

 

 

 

One frame at a time (tanka sequence)

 

 

 

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Photo: aperture art blur/Pixabay

 

My thanks to my friend and fellow poet, Iliyana Stoyanova
for writing this tanka sequence with me. 

 

 

Blithe Spirit, the Journal of the British Haiku Society, August 2018

 

 

ONE FRAME AT A TIME

A Tanka Sequence

by Mary Kendall (USA) and Iliyana Stoyanova (UK)

 

camera in hand
you tame the world
click by click …
living your life
one frame at a time

(MK)

the old album
asleep in dust
for all these years
the last two pages
stuck together

(IS)

so alike
everyone said
we could be twins
but then one day
a letter arrived

(MK)

through the open windows
spring wind…
by the ballerina box
my old ribbons tangled
like childhood memories 

(IS)

in my hands now
a forty-year-old picture
of an unknown aunt
a tiny birthmark
same as my own

(MK)

 

 

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Photo from Freeimages.com

 

My hand in yours . . . (two tanka)

 

Ephemerae,
July Issue 2018

 

how softly
the light shifts
from day to dusk,
the familiar comfort
of my hand in yours 

 

 

 

all morning long
the praying mantis
clings to a window screen—
my fingers less nimble                       
with each passing year

 

 

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Praying Mantis and the Moon by Watanabe Seitei

 

 

 

 

Wild apple (some senryu)

Three senryu and one haiga appeared in Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue 25, July 2018.

 

wild apple–
one bite is all
it took

 

inertia–
a thin coat of dust
on his burial urn

 

cloud cover–
darkness brewing
in daddy’s words

 

 

the sudden diagnosis haiga

 

My thanks to editor, Steve Hodge.

 

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Cover Art: Happy Monk by Jerry Dreesen

 

Time to . . . catch up

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My blog is now four years and two months old. A long time actually, but a short time in my lifespan of seventy-one years. The past four years of writing poetry have been some of the most happy and satisfying times of my life. I’ve become an active part in a small community of writers–people like me who, for all kinds of reasons–simply find expression in verse to be an important part of who they are.

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I named this blog, “A Poet in Time” because I realized I was just another small cog in the wheel that is written expression and that is humanity. We exist for a brief time on this world, and each of our lives is unique. Every one of us is completely different from all others that have lived or will live. There is such magic in that idea. 

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After blogging here for fifty months, I wonder how this blog will evolve. It began as a way for me to push myself into writing something each week. It then became a venue to share poems that were published. I continued to write free verse poetry, but the past two years have seen a switch to the writing of Japanese short-form poems such as haiku, senryu and tanka. I’ve also fallen in love with creating haiga and tankart, both of which have pushed me into working with visual images and linking them with poems, letting picture and words complete one another in a unique way. 

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The poetry community in the Japanese short-form poems world is a welcoming one. I’ve made friends with and received incredible guidance and mentoring from other writers. Some of those friends I have never met since they live on the other side of the world. Others I have met here in the states and in the UK. I consider all of these friendships to be a blessing and a gift. People make such connections and on occasion these become collaborators in writing. I love writing with other poets. Collaborative or responsive writing is an exercise in trust and openness. Two minds create one piece. Two poets enter into it, not knowing what the end product will be, but the process is the best part (for me, at least). Giving and sharing ideas–taking someone’s verse and linking to it and writing a response that works with the whole thing–well, it’s an experience that is unlike other writing experiences, even regular poetry workshops.

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I was invited to give a talk on Collaborative Writing in April, 2018 at “Haiku Holiday,” a full day devoted to haiku related writing. This is an annual event of the North Carolina Haiku Society (of which I am an active member). It was an honor to do this, and I shared my experiences, most of which were in responsive tanka writing. The two forms are related. Tanka has been written for over 1300 years. Later, Renga with its Hokku came into being in the 14th century, and in the 16th century, Haiku evolved from the Hokku verse of renga. It was a long and fascinating evolution. If you are interested in the history of these forms, I recommend an article written by Tanka Poet and editor,Amelia Fielden:  

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http://www.tankaonline.com/About%20Tanka%20and%20Its%20History.htm

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In the Japanese courts, people wrote tanka responsively, and it was also a simple communication between lovers. Collaborative writing has a long, long history that continues today.

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My sister recently asked me if I ever write “long” poems any more, and I had to pause and think. I’ve been working so hard at trying to write passable short form poems that my practice in longer (aka free verse) poetry has dwindled down to very little.

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Perhaps a goal for my fifth year of blogging will be to find a balance between short and longer poems. Who knows? Maybe something else will happen. That’s the fun of writing–it evolves as we evolve and grow.

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I’ll be posting a bunch of poems that have been published in recent months–I fell behind because real life called (as it does now and then). 

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For those of you who have followed my blog over the past four years, thank you. I hope you will continue to do so.

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With all best wishes,
Mary

 

Note: The article I refer to is About Tanka and Its History by Amelia Fielden. It appeared in Tanka Online.

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Photograph (c) Kristin Sanderson

 

First time in “NeverEnding Story”

 

 

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My thanks to poet and editor, Chen-ou Liu, for selecting this haiku to appear on his Never Ending Story, First English-Chinese Bilingual Haiku Blog. The two Chinese translations were done by Chen-ou Liu as well. I am deeply honored to have this particular haiku chosen as a selection.

 

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Unwanted touch …

 

Presence Issue 61 (2018) / three haiku and one tanka:

 

1.

a shadow blocks the light    unwanted touch

 

2.

washed up –
this broken shell
once sang the sea

3.

far above
old cotton fields –
migrating swans

4.

thin curls of wood
fly away
from the lathe –
his memory slips 
away bit by bit

 

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Chopping carrots…

 

failed haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 3, Issue 32

 

one haiku:

chopping carrots –
with each decisive cut
I think of you

 

and two pieces of tankart:

belladonna

 

 

an alligator glides by

 

 

Haiku and  Tankart are by Mary Kendall, (c) 2018

best journal and pen

Worry beads (Honorable Mention)

 

I’m so honored to have had a Senryu receive an honorable mention in the
H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018.

 

Honorable Mention:

 

worry beads –
one by one I parse
your silence

 

 

Originally published in Under the Basho:  December 2016

 

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With breath so soft . . . (tanka)

 

Redlights, June 2018:

 

a newborn fawn
hidden in tall grasses,
with breath so soft
not even a dandelion
stirs

 

Fawn by Carmen Sterba Russell

Photograph by Carmen Sterba Russell (used with her permission) (c) 2018

When you were six (tanka)

 

Redlights, June 2018:

 

when you were six
I longed to keep you
that age forever
      once upon a time
      I knew you so well

 

 

 

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Dedicated to my son, Adam.

 

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Only four . . . (two tanka)

 


Published in Ribbons, Spring/Summer 2018: Volume 14, Number 2

 

 

the squeak

of the old swing . . .

only four when carefully taught

to keep that secret

to myself

 

 

This tanka was published in the Tanka Café of Ribbons

 

 

the little girl’s doll

marred by lipstick

scrawled on her face

. . . maybe this time 

mother will notice

 


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As if on cue . . . (Senryu/Tankart)

 

Painted in Waterlogue

 

Published:  Failed Haiku, a Journal of English Senryu, Volume 3, Issue 31,
July 2018

Guest editors: Lori A. Minor and Chase Gagnon
Primary editor: Michael Rehling

 

 

Note: I’d like to thank my dear friend, Christine M. Kalke for her permission to use her beautiful photograph that was taken in Scandinavia during one of her visits. The digital art work was done by me. 

Winter light…(haiku)

 

 

 

a wooden cross

hangs askew

. . . winter light

 

 

Modern Haiku, Volume 49.2, Summer 2018

 

 

 

 

 

No looking back… (tanka)

 

Moonbathing, A Journal of Women’s Tanka, Issue 18, Spring/Summer 2018

 

 blue-black mussels
torn from harbor rocks
fill the worn rusty pail –
there was no looking back
when I left you

 

 

 

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Condor’s Wings … (haiku)

 

Frogpond 2018 Volume 41 Number 2 (Haiku Society of America

 

 

 

the vastness

of a Condor’s Wings

Grand Canyon

 

Mary Kendall

 

 

 

California Condor at the Grand Canyon

 

 

Child Mind

Poetry Corner: Our Precious Children

on Coloradoboulevard.net

Our Poetry Corner today touches on the theme “Our Precious Children”, with Ross Anthony, Linda Papanicolaou, Johannes S. H. Bjerg, Billy Howell-Sinnard, Giselle Maya, Lois P. Jones, Kathy Uyen Nyguen, Patty Hardin, Gillena Cox , Marlene Alexa, and Mary Kendall . Photos by Michael Czarnecki, Robert Johnston and Tom Clausen. The Poetry Corner is hosted by Kathabela Wilson.

Please follow this link to read the whole article and all the wonderful poems. My thanks to Kathabela Wilson for inviting me to contribute this tanka.

https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-our-precious-children/

 

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Note: This tanka was written in 2015, and, to my surprise, Kathabela Wilson remembered it. She invited me to share it for her lovely column on Precious Children. What a lovely honor.

(I later created a piece of Tankart using a much different version of this tanka. It is on my blog.)

The faded notes … (two tanka)

 

Ephemerae, a new journal of hakai, Volume 1A, April 2018 has just been published in the U.K. I am honored to have two tanka included in this first edition. Edited by Shrikaanth K. Murthy, there are over 160 fine poets included from around the world.

 

 

 

returning again

to the faded notes

scribbled in margins

I search for traces

of who you really were

 

          …

 

reflected

in a bookshop window

sun glinting behind

your image imposed

over mine

 

 

Both tanka (c) 2018 Mary Kendall

 

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Twisted in shame … (two tanka)

 

 

Skylark Tanka Journal 6:1, Summer 2018:

Two tanka

 

 

 

 

old walking stick—

once it was

a branch

that stretched

to the sky

 

              . . .

 

 

all those years spent

twisted in shame –

cultivating old world roses

but still ignoring          

the thorns

 

 

 

A beautiful walking stick made in the traditional manner.

Sipping skinny lattés

 

Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue, 24, Spring 2018:

two senryu and one kyoka published

 

 

 

pulling a single

strand of silken thread …

her undoing

 

              …

 

sipping skinny lattés

they march against

world hunger

 

              …

 

a slight limp

on cold and rainy days

how easy it is

to fall out of step

with myself

 

 

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Orb Weaver Web / Photo by Robert Potts/Getty Images

 

 

Noon… (a haiga)

 

 

 

 

 

Published in Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue, 24, Spring 2018

 

 

Chopsticks . . . (a haiga)

 

 

 

Published in Prune Juice, Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga, Issue, 24, Spring 2018

 

Note on the art work for this haiga: When we lived in London in 2017, I was enjoying the beautiful Christmas windows at Fortnum and Mason. You can see what is obviously a part of a window display in this haiga but superimposed on it is a reflection of the buildings that were on the opposite side of the street.  It was pure luck (since I’m not much of a photographer and usually only use my iPhone) that the sun was right and I caught this interesting juxtaposition. Obviously it was perfect for pairing with a verse and this senryu seemed to fit the bill.

 

Notes from other lives… (two tanka)

 

Gusts, no. 27, Contemporary Tanka (Canada)
spring/summer 2018

 

 

heart fluttering

and eyes closed tight –

it was as if you knew

the swallows had flown

away again

 

 

 

 

shipwreck spoils

wash back and forth

upon the tide –

notes from other lives

left in sea glass shards

 

 

Both tanka (c) 2018, Mary Kendall

Wild Strawberries (a responsive tanka sequence)

wild strawberries

 

Wild Strawberries

A Responsive tanka sequence

Mary Kendall (USA) & Hazel Hall (Australia)

 

around the turn
we come across a patch
of wild strawberries
. . . a sudden longing
for something left behind                                                       ​​MK

 

dividing
our harvest carefully   
the taste
of over-ripened fruit
lingers in the mouth                                                                     HH

 

searching everywhere
for that old blue sweater
one dropped stitch
and a secret hidden
in worn woolen strands​​​​​                                                            MK

 

unraveling
our future fears
. . . two sparrows
perched on the scarecrow
pull father’s scarf apart ​​​​​                                                          HH

 

somewhere in silence
lies an answer . . .
each spring the task
of double digging soil
before planting   ​​​​​​​                                                                     MK

 

wheel turning
I throw a new pot . . .
moulding hope
for the future,
a fragile process​​​​​​​                                                                      HH

 

 

Published in Ribbons, Winter 2018: Volume 14, Number 1

 

 

A tiny soul . . . (tanka)

Ribbons, Winter 2018: Volume 14, Number 1

Tanka Café Winter 2018 ~ weather prompt

 

I was born

in a winter storm,

a tiny soul

almost lost

in a sea of white

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All I have left

The April 2018 issue of cattails: the Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society is out. Here is the link to the issue:

Click to access cattailsApril2018.pdf

I have three poems included–a haiku, a senryu and a tanka.

 

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My thanks to the editors for selecting these poems to be published. 

wisteria finds a new path . . . (three tanka)

 

wild voices vol 2

 

 

This collection is beautiful to read in hand. The poets and the poems are excellent. Some gorgeous haiga is included, too.

To order a copy:  https://wildflowerpoetrypress.wordpress.com/current-titles/

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Curtains billowing . . .

It’s a real honor to have three tanka and one haiku published in a favorite journal of mine, Blithe Spirit. My thanks to editor Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy for his support and encouragement.

Blithe Spirit, Volume 28, Number 1, Journal of the British Haiku Society, February Issue 2018

 

 

curtains billowing

in the warm spring air

each strand of lace

intricate, undecipherable

… like you

 

 

an early daffodil

frozen in a bed of snow

you left us

long before

we were ready

 

 

spooning dumplings

into chicken soup

I imagine my mother –

how I wish we had

another chance

 

 

milkweed pods

               fading to nothing

              as we age

 

Lucie Veilleux aka 3dots

Milkweed Pods by Lucie Veilleux aka 3dots

Cherry blossoms . . . (a haiku)

 

 

Golden Haiku Third Place Winner

 

In Washington, DC, the winners and runners up of the Golden Triangle Haiku Competition are displayed in individual signs on downtown streets. Mine placed third out of over 1,675 entries from 45 countries and 34 states, and the District of Columbia. This was quite a nice surprise for me. This year’s contest theme was “Spring in the City.”

 

Here is a press release giving background of this competition:

https://goldentriangledc.com/news/golden-triangle-in-washington-d-c-announces-2018-golden-haiku-winners/

Use this link to read all the haiku that are now on signs on Washington DC streets.

Click to access Golden-Haiku-2018-Signs.pdf

 

Photo by Theodor Horydcz, Tidal Basin with Cherry Blossoms, Washington, DC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not mine, but this is an example of how all the haiku are displayed in the Farragut Square area of Washington, DC

 

 

Flying against the wind

The poem, “Flying Against the Wind” is the final poem in my chapbook, Erasing the Doubt, (c) 2015,  Finishing Line Press. (The book is available for purchase from Finishing Line Press.)

 

 

Flying Against the Wind

 

Your thoughts drifted out to sea—riding on the wind

like wisps of breath lost on a freezing day.

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With only the lighthouse for company and water all around,

your steady feet were planted firmly on the point.

You looked as if you were an island isolated from the world,

but you were not.

 

The chill March air made even you feel cold.

You pulled the flapping wings of your jacket closed,

zipped it, and slid your hands deep inside the pockets.

Except for this, you never moved.

 

You stood there looking at the sea that went on forever,

searching the horizon for clues where it might end.

The wind stung your eyes as waves conjured up whitecaps,

then swept them away like mermaids lost and turned to foam

while currents pulled together and then apart.

 

A fierce gust blew through your bones, trying to topple you,

but you stood fast. Even sea birds hid behind steep cliffs,

not daring to fly against the wind.

 

waves

“Arai: Whitecaps on the Ocean (Arai—Enkai hato),” c. 1848-1849, by Utagawa Hiroshige I

Your dark self . . .

 

It is always an honor to appear in Pamela A. Babusci’s Moonbathing, a Journal of Women’s Tanka.  The high level of quality tanka in this bi-annual journal by some of the best women writers of tanka make it a journal to read again and again.

 

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Moonbathing, a journal of women’s tanka, Issue 17, November 2017 

 

 

 

your dark self—

that side

hidden

away like

a new moon

 

 

New year moon . . .

 

 

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One of my very favorite poetry journals, hedgerow, a journal of small poems, published this haiku in their print issue #122. Isn’t the cover picture gorgeous?

 

 

new year moon—

looking backward

looking forward

 

 

My thanks to Caroline Skanne, the poet/editor behind this lovely journal.

Pooh sticks . . .

 

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In the November, 2017 issue of Blithe Spirit, the Journal of the British Haiku Society, these tanka and haiku were published. All poems are (c) 2017 Mary Kendall.

 

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Queen’s dollhouse—
we examine the tiny rooms
in barely a whisper

 

 

crowning—
the full moon pushes
through fog

 

 

 

his fingerprint
left under a cup
he made
her only way
to hold on

 

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the slow uncurling
of the fiddleheads
one by one
learning to let go
is never easy

 

 

 

Speechless . . . (a tanka)

 

 

 

the statue of David
stands so tall in the gallery,
I am speechless
in the Italian
I never learned

 

 

Published in Ekphrasis: The British Haiku Society Member’s Anthology, 2017

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The statue of David by Michelangelo is in the Accademia Gallery in Florence, Italy. It was sculpted between 1501 and 1504.

Paper and dolls…(tanka)

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Two tanka of mine appeared in the last issue of Ribbons, the journal of the Tanka Society of America.

 

Ribbons, Fall 2017: Volume 13, Number 3

 

still collecting dolls
into her old age
a special name for each –
and one story
she refused to tell

 

Tanka Café, Fall 2017: theme was “paper”

 

a book propped
by the pillow on my knees,
page after page
I ease into someone
else’s life

 

 

Winter static … (one line haiku)

 

A one-line haiku published in

Acorn, A Journal of Contemporary Haiku,
#39, Fall 2017

~

winter static   the crackle of your silence

 

~

 

Six in One

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Under the Basho is an excellent and unusual haiku publication. It is unusual in that submissions and acceptances continue on a rolling basis through the year while other journals have very strict reading periods. It is also unusual in that the journal is divided into various haiku subcategories such as “Traditional haiku,” “Hokku,” “Modern Haiku,” “One-Line Haiku,” “Concrete Haiku,” and “Poet’s Personal Best Haiku.”

This is the second time I’ve had the good fortune of having haiku in Under the Basho in three categories: Modern Haiku, One-Line Haiku and Poet’s Personal Best Haiku.

Here are my three in the Modern Haiku group:

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I have two in the One-Line Haiku group:

UtB 2017 MK one liner 2

And I have one selected in the Poet’s Personal Best Haiku category. Poems in this group are haiku or senryu that have already been published:

UtB 2017 PPB MK 2

It is a wonderful way to end the year by having six haiku chosen to appear in this journal. My thanks to the editors for selecting these haiku.

 

A child’s grave … (Tanka Art)

a child's grave

 

Also appearing in Skylark, a Tanka Journal, Volume 5, Issue 2, Winter 2017 is this piece of Tanka Art. The photograph was taken by me in the cemetery of Holy Trinity Church (where William Shakespeare is buried) in Stratford-Upon-Avon, UK in 2015.

 

Moral Monday (a tanka)

 

This tanka was published in Skylark, a Tanka Journal, Volume 5, Issue 2, Winter 2017:

 

The following tanka is dedicated to the courageous people who participated in the “Moral Mondays” in my home state of North Carolina. They risked arrest for gathering at the State Legislature to protest unfair and discriminatory legislation being passed. These protests were non-violent and led by the Reverend William J. Barber.

 

Moral Monday –
arm and arm linked
you choose to step
into the darkness
to find the light

 

 

 

 

 

Day’s End (a rengay)

This rengay was published in Skylark, a Journal of Tanka,
Volume 5, Issue 2, Winter 2017

 

               DAY’S END  

Mary Kendall  & Bill Waters 

 

 

stillness –                                            MK

violet fades

to black

 

the scratch of a match                     BW

as I strike it

 

a flicker                                              MK

of memory starts

then stops

 

turn of the tide . . .                          BW

how hard it is

to let go

 

a limb of driftwood                        MK

pulled back to sea

 

fair nights or foul                           BW

the lighthouse beam

shining

 

It is always a real honor to be invited to write responsively with a poet I admire. In this case, poet Bill Waters asked if I’d like to write a rengay with him. I love Bill’s poetry and his originality. I had read many rengay, but I’d never written one. Of course trying out a new form is always both fun and a challenge, so without hesitation I agreed. Bill had written rengay with other poets, so I depended upon him to keep me on track, and he did. The process of linking and shifting in responsive writing is the best part of the process. Having this rengay accepted for publication in Skylark, a Journal of Tanka edited by Claire Everett was another honor for both of us. Thanks, Bill, for this invitation.

Skylark Winter 2017

Note:  For more poetry by Bill Waters, please visit his websites:

Bill Waters~~Haiku/
Haiku + Tanka, Haibun, Rengay, & More:
https://billwatershaiku.wordpress.com

Bill Waters~~ Not Haiku (blog within a blog):  https://billwatershaiku.wordpress.com/bill-waters-not-haiku/

 

Cerulean sky and other Senryu…

 

Published in Prune Juice, A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, 
Haibun and Haiga, Issue 23, November 2017

 In addition to three haiga published in Prune Juice, there were also these senryu:

 

walking meditation
       worries follow
             in shadow   

 

cerulean sky –
the wild sea air
tousles my thoughts

 

barren –
even the word
is devoid of hope

 

promises not kept—
that umbrella you gave me 
blows inside out

 

umbrella

This stormy, but fun, vintage illustration is from a 1911 book illustrated by Oliver Herford (1863-1935)

Cold snap! (haiga)

 

 

Cold snap!

 

This Haiga was published in Prune Juice, A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, 
Haibun and Haiga, Issue 23, November 2017.

Note on the photo: I took this picture on a beautiful, sunny winter day in Greenwich Park, Greenwich, London. Greenwich Park is one of the beautiful Royal Parks that make city living a joy. The frost on the leaves and grass and the bright sunlight were just exquisite that morning.

Battered boards … (haiga)

 

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This Haiga was published in Prune Juice, A Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, 
Haibun and Haiga, Issue 23, November 2017

Note on the photo: In 2013 I visited Avignon, France, which is where this picture was taken of the outside of the Palais des Papes. It dates back to the 14th century.

Even the butter … (two haiku)

Two haiku just published in the November 2017 issue of Brass Bell. The theme was “family.”

 

Brass Bell Nov 2017

Both haiku are by Mary Kendall (c) 2017

Soaring alone (a haiga)

 

This Haiga was published in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, October 2017.

Painted in Waterlogue

The artwork was done using Waterlogue.

Looking inward (a haiga)

 

This Haiga was published in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, October 2017.

 

looking inward

 

 

 

A satchel full of winter longing . . . (two tanka)

 

two tanka cattails fall 2017

 

Published: cattails: The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society October 2017 Issue

A wash of deep blue . . . (haiku)

This poem was selected as an Editor’s Choice (EC) – Haiku in cattails by Geethanjali Rajan, haiku editor of this journal, whose comments are given here:

 

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Published: cattails: The Official Journal of the United Haiku and Tanka Society October 2017 Issue

 

 

The pale twilight

 

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Tanka by Mary Kendall (c) 2017

Fear of dark water

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GUSTS, NO. 24, Contemporary Tanka, Fall/Winter 2017 (Tanka Canada) This is the third of three tanka published in this issue of Gusts.

Note: I have added the picture of dark water here on my blog. The original tanka does not appear with the picture in Gusts. The original water picture is called, “Dark Water”and is by (c) LeandrasStock.

Reckoning . . .

 

Gusts fall 2017 no 1

 

 

owl close up

Note: This beautiful owl drawing appears on Pinterest, but I was unable to trace it to a specific artist. I am grateful to the unknown artist for putting this lovely piece ‘out there’ for others to view and use.

Spent blossoms . . . (honorable mention)

Sakura flower or cherry blossoms in Japan.

 

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
2017 Haiku Invitational Winners

 USA
Honourable Mentions

 

 

spent blossoms—

the remission, too,

was unexpected

.
                          Mary Kendall
                         Chapel Hill, North Carolina

 

 

To view all the winners and honorable mentions, please click on this link to go to the official website:

http://www.vcbf.ca/haiku-invitational/winning-haiku/2017-winning-haiku

Note: The beautiful picture of cherry blossoms (above) is taken from the website, Flower Meaning (http://www.flowermeaning.com). Also, from this website:

What is the Sakura Flower?

While the Japanese called this flower the sakura, you likely know it as the cherry blossom instead. The blossom of the Japanese Cherry, also known as the Prunus serrulata, is technically the sakura flower. However, other varieties of blooming cherries are also grown in Japan and referred to with the same name. The cherry blossom became so popular in the Heian era of Japan’s history that the word for flower became synonymous with sakura. People have been picnicking under the blooming trees since 700 A.D., a tradition that continues today.

 

The beautiful and very short lived cherry blossoms symbolize the brevity of life. The kanji (above) is for Sakura or cherry blossom. I think the kanji is just as beautiful by itself as is a single cherry blossom.

Arm in arm . . . (3 senryu/haiku)

These senryu/haiku were published in the October (2017) issue of Brass Bell, a haiku journal. The theme: Body haiku

 

arm in armin hospicenew knees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Link to Brass Bell, the journal:  http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com

The sudden way . . .

Blithe Spirit is the Journal of the British Haiku Society. Two of my tanka and one haiku were published in Volume 27, Number 23 (2017). I am most grateful to be part of this issue.

 

old shoes –
the challenge
of moving on

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plum blossoms—
watching you
struggle for so long
I remember how brief
a season is

stopping to study
fritillaries, tulips
and jonquils –
the sudden way
you take my hand

 

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(c) 2017, Mary Kendall
Blithe Spirit, Volume 27, Number 23 (2017)

Water haiku (three poems)

The September issue of Brass Bell, curated by Zee Zehava, had a prompt/theme of “water.” I was fortunate to have three haiku selected for publication (two one liners and one traditional three line haiku). I hope you will visit the site for Brass Bell and enjoy all the excellent haiku written to this theme. The link is given below.

 

her waters broken the beginning of the beginning

 

 

what was hidden now emerges water lillies

 

 

near the cattails —
two white egrets
lost in reflection

 

Marsh Bird Looking Little Egret Head Portrait

Photograph by Max Pixel http://maxpixel.freegreatpicture.com

 

Note: These haiku were published in the September (2017) issue of Brass Bell, a haiku journal. The poet is Mary Kendall (c) 2017.

Link to the journal:  http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com

 

Fallen trees . . . (two haiku)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both haiku were published in the final edition of Wild Plum. I’m honored to be included.

Luna moth . . . (haiku)

 

Luna moth
this brief life
soon eclipsed

 

~Mary Kendall~

Published in Presence Issue 58, July 2017

luna moth

Luna Moth, photographer unknown