NEW CONTEST OPEN here!
We’ve announced the results for this past contest–give our winner a round of applause here!
Vita Brevis is hosting a four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!
Here’s What You Need to Know:
How to Submit:
1. Submit one nature-themed 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post
2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered it
3. (Optional) Give good feedback on other commenters’ work!
Theme: Nature
Reward: We’ll publish the winning poet, featuring their haiku on the front page of our online magazine with a link to their blog.
When: Starting right now (08/10), ending Monday night (08/13)
Questions: Use our Contact Us page–I’ll get back to you soon!
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Awesome! The magazine that published my first poem just put up a new competition I will be joining
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I invite any of my readers to join me in entering this competition. I would love to see your entries!
Dew drops on green leaves
Mist hiding the shape of the rocks
When the river passes along
Gorgeous!
Oh thank you!
So calm, yet mysterious.
Hey Goldie! Nice to see you
I like the idea of the river passing things along.
Thank you 😊
Love ‘Dew drops on green leaves’ as it reminds me of a wonderful song that Julie Andrews did in a film.
warm regards,
Alan
Alan Summers
co-founder, Call of the Page
Thank you Alan
Such a beautiful image!
Thank you
I love the image of the mist hiding the rocks!
Thank you
I like how water is woven through all three lines.
Thank you
“Mist hiding the shape of the rocks” ❤
😊 Thank you
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A bit of fun for everyone. Go fot it!
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Haiku poets, this is for you. Get scribbling!
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This looks fun! I know some of my blogger friends will want to do this. I will, too. 🙂
I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!
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Fun!!! Since most of this community seems to love writing Haiku’s,
as do I, here is a fun contest!
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Lazy leaves falling
The wind sings a lullaby
Autumn awakens.
Love this!
A huge thanks to you ❤️
True
Thanks ❤️
“Autumn awakens.” Potent final line!
A huge thanks to you ❤️
Yes! Yes!!
Nice one.
Thanks ❤️
Lovely!
This is awesome! I can almost feel the cool autumn breeze.
I am so glad, you liked it ❤️
Love the idea of leaves falling into ‘a lullaby’!
warm regards,
Alan
Alan Summers
co-founder, Call of the Page
A huge thanks to you ❤️
In sleep, awakening.
Beautiful–lazy falling leaves and wind lullabies.
Thanks a lot ❤️
This is excellent. The “kiru” is at the end of the first line–falling, (v); fall, (the season), but the power of the first two words is no less “cutting.” The first word, “Lazy” juxtaposed with “awakens;” the second, “leaves,” a homophone, can easily be seen/read as a noun or verb, signaling the departure of summer.
Then the wind, “sings a lullaby…” is it just me, or does the word “lull-a-by(e)” seem rich with connotation and conflict? “To lull,” means to calm, but also has a slightly diabolical meaning, which, when used in context, also means to induce a false sense of security, and an impending abuse of trust. Maybe that’s why old fairy tales and many lullabies seem slightly frightening: (“…when the bough breaks/the cradle will fall/ then DOWN WILL COME BABY…”!?) That’s terrifying! Yet we sing this, and other songs, a “lullaby” to our children without really considering what the words mean. Sorry, digression.
So, Monika’s “lazy leaves” are sung to complacency by the breath of Mother Earth, and the tree releases its hold on the leaf, which has become useless to her—a drain on her, in fact—so for her own survival, the leaves must “leave;” depart, fall, so the tired mother tree can rest. Autumn is then awakened, almost like a sleeping Goddess of Destruction and Death: the impartial Mother Earth, Gaia, who understands that to everything, there is a season (turn, turn, turn, nod to the Birds ;)).
So…on first glance, yes, this poem seems so “sweet” and filled with “wa,” (harmony, peace) but in fact, like the “Rock-a-Bye Baby” lullaby, it portends a certain violence from “the Great Mother,” the Earth, the world. And if we anthropomorphize Mother Earth, on which every, living thing relies for their very survival, she is not unlike human mothers to the infant, whose mother is literally this all-powerful being–she is the infant’s whole world.
Autumn is both the goddess’s emissary and intercessor before winter. Winter, her executioner, who destroys her creations—those who are too weak to survive.
And when Autumn is awakened, she decides who will live, who will die, as her breath sings through the air, chilled and as sharp as shears. Her lullaby is not simply a “killing,” but a warning to those who must hide, hibernate, ready themselves; if not, they are killed, then buried in the dreary, frozen tomb of snow. Like the leaves, which have grown, become useless and complacent as they hang onto their mother-tree, whose bough has dried, and stopped giving her children nourishment.
So the wind rocks them, lulls them to sleep, so the mother-tree can finally release her hold, whereby they “fall” to their deaths: skins depleted of verdant life, which ebbed out like an exsanguination—all color drained, aged into gold, then brown, to be reincorporated into the dark blackness of the burial-dirt of Earth–the TREE’S mother. Just as we are buried when we die, all vitality drained from us, our “wind” knocked clean out of us, then we’re returned–to the Mother of All—the Earth’s, embrace.
Yes, the kiri, the “cutting word” of this piece is the most foreboding with the use of the word “awakens.” The Goddess of death awakens…and down fall the leaves, “…cradle and all.”
I don’t know that I could do much better than this. I will share this fun little contest on my blog, though, but this haiku, from where I sit, is an exceptional, fantastic piece. Brava!
Omg!! A huge thanks and I am flabbergasted by how you summarized this little haiku. Really amazed 💕
Actually, you summarized my deconstruction before the fact. 😉 Seventeen syllables…How could I take it apart so thoroughly? Because a words means more than that one word. And how the writer and/or poet strings them together gives us glimpse into the writer’s psyche, thoughts, beliefs, in that moment, when he or she penned the words.
Your words are made up of your life experience, just as much as your thoughts and your personality and who you are.
That’s why storytellers and poets are immortal. We bleed on the page, but we do not die. Keep writing beautiful girl. You have much to offer this world–Peace to you!
Lovely!
Thanks a lot ❤️
I like the juxtaposition of waking to a lullaby.
A big thanks to you ❤️
Lovely, a serenade!
A huge thanks for appreciating it
Ah, yes! Love this😊
A huge thanks to you
Where the thicket clears
A lone pond sits shimmering
In the moon-lit night.
Beautiful ❤️
Wonderfully atmospheric!
Our beauty often waits to be discovered.
Loved the opening line:
“Where the thicket clears”
This can be one word: “moonlit”
If you want to do a 5-7-5 syllabic version of a Japanese haiku, perhaps:
Where the thicket clears
a still pond sits shimmering
in a moonlit night
And ‘moon’ automatically brings in a seasonal reference for Autumn. 🙂
Beautiful.
I hear frogs and crickets in the imagery 🤗
So serene.
I like that opening line as the reader enjoys the anticipation of the next line and then the next one!
warm regards,
Alan
Alan Summers
co-founder, Call of the Page
Lovely image.
I can just see the moon’s glow reflected off the water!
Vivid imagery – I love this!
Your opening line also hints at a clear sky, which you bring us to in the end. Well done.
Sunsets❤️
“The sun was setting and red.
And so were my cheeks . That evening, I crushed on nature.”
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Hey Tanya, thanks
🙂
Witty.
Thanks
I believe your cheeks were turning red, not setting😊.
Beautiful.
Haha I think an invisible comma before red will fix things 😂😂
Thank you 😁🌸
Ah, the ghost of punctuation strikes!
Haha😂
Lol!
Crushing on nature – resonating with that! ☺️
😀
Don’t you just love that!😊 This made me smile,😊
Thank you! 😃
Wisen’d oak, enwrapped
In sibyllic leaves, hold
To thy steadfast heart.
👍
Love it! You always bring a wonderful style to the table
Thank you so much, Brian! I appreciate your kind words.
A nice use of mythology to showcase your message.
Thank you so much, I appreciate your thoughtful message.
Ancient atmosphere.
I like sibyllic leaves–just what a wisen’d oak would have.
Thank you for your kind response!
Nicely eloquent!
Thank you so much! Your comment means a lot.
Lovely
Eucalyptus grows
covering the huge canyon.
A disguised death trap.
Very clever!
Thank you!
Oh My! 😱
Indeed!
I love stealthy haikus! Well done!
Why thank you!
I can well imagine this!
Mission accomplished!
Indeed! 😊
dreaming – awake!
nature’s temple, tending
the sacred flame
😏
Mysterious!
Good!
You’ve captured that sudden transition.
Thanks!
It is mysterious.
I love this! The sacred flame 🕉️
The idea of the sacred flame is inspired by both Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook and by Ursula Le Guin (I forget the title of the book unfortunately).
You’ve been speaking to the Oracle 🙂
🙂
This really makes me think. I imagine this as being in the midst of perfection, as if attainable only in a dream.
🙂 Reality may be more profound we can imagine?
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A reblog – haiku competition going!
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This is awesome opportunity of testing one’s haiku skills and have fun at the same time.
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This sounds like fun!
Dear summer,
don’t think
we won’t forget you
Every year the same….
Indeed, yes!
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Haiku loving me
Delights in poetic sprees
Passing it to thee
Although haiku (developed during the 1890s from the hokku type poems by Basho and others) aren’t nature-based, as they came about during the big industrial revolutions of the late 19th century, there’s still a bit of nature not destroyed by us humans. so here goes….
a hideaway sun
the big mud of the river
reflects a gold coin
Alan Summers
A 575 in English. 😉
Alright, alright–just have some fun, Alan!
Nice haiku, traditional or not!
Very interesting–I wouldn’t have guessed that haiku came about during the industrial revolutions! The more you know–thanks for contributing, Alan! I enjoyed your poem!
Love that reflection!
Thank you!
I also see that you write haibun, very cool!
Alan
Thank you, Alan!
I like the imagery of the reflected gold coin!
lonely, far from home
pale moonlight for my travels
cricket crossing path
Great haiku!
🙂 Merci!
For some reason, I read this and instantly thought, “If Robert Frost wrote Haiku…”
Maybe Frost had Basho in mind when he wrote The Road Not Taken.
Very true to the haiku spirit, I think. Lovely images!
Thank you, Jane.
🙂
And perhaps a river at your side…
The perfect picture. 🙂
You are the haiku master. Lovely images–and the cricket is perfect!
Thank you, Merril!
when seeking answers
listen closely to cricket
words come unbidden
cricket chirps his song,
unbidden thoughts now surface–
cat swiftly pounces
I think crickets are annoying, and I hate how they jump. 🙂
lesson to be taught
sensing opportunity
cricket guiding cat
opportunity–
faith and fortune intertwined
cat finds the cricket
reward for patience
hidden in tasty morsel
unexpected boon
Merril, you made me laugh,😅
I love this, Ken!
🙂 Thank you, Betty!
Ken, I love this.
Thank you, Pat. 😉
lovely…nice shift in the third line
Thanks!
for all the beauty
everywhere all around us
humble gratitude
This is a terrific thought. May we all have more gratitude. 🙂
Thank you
Oh yes – humble gratitude! Something we sometimes forget.
Thank you
Much needed gratitude, all around.
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This is already shaping up to be an interesting collection of haiku.
Face To Face –
seasons in nature
cast the soul’s journey in life
reflecting mirrors
Love it!
Thank you Brian! ❤
Beautiful truth!
We follow the mirror around…
Excellent and true.
I really love this, Deborah! Those reflecting mirrors….yes. 🙂
In reflecting on nature, we must acknowledge our own interactions with the seasons and our impact on nature over time.
Whippoorwill (title)
My loveliness rests
Not in appearance or form
But in night time song
Lovely, Vivian!
Perfect. So simple and lovely.
Thank you! I do love to write poetry and haikus……something so refreshing to the soul.🤗😍❤
This is lovely!
Thank you Betty!🤗
Nice way to touch on the aspects of beauty that people sometimes overlook.
I’m glad you got the deeper meaning of my haiku!😊
I’m happy to enter one of my verses. Here’s my blog post:
https://christinegoodnough.com/2018/08/10/e-zine-haiku-competition/
and my haiku:
goldenrod in bloom
summer surrenders
with a flourish
It does!
Beautiful. A golden flourish indeed!
Good choice for the flourish 🙂
Beautiful, bright image of the goldenrod!
Oh, yes. Let’s hear it for autumn!! Nice haiku.
Title: Faded Soul
autumn leaves crumble
dying slowly from within
winter winds lament
Autumn is sad. I like the image of the crumbling leaves.
Thank you.
Eloquent gem this is.
Thank you, Betty! 🙂
What beautiful music that last line makes
Thank you very much!
A lament that brings a chill, and you’ve done a fine job of conveying that.
This is beauty Brian. I love autumn.
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Intruder ( Haiku Title)
Coyote on ridge
Sad questioning eyes challenge
Intruder? Who, me?
Beautiful description of an animal often viewed as an unwanted interloper even in his own domain.
Thank you so much. I saw this one two days back on a small hill near our house, looking directly at me. When I tried to take a photo, it moved away. I got a photo but from the side.
Nicely turned and very good question.
Thanks.
I saw the coyote rhree days back at 10 AM while walking my dog. It was looking straight at me from the top of the ridge of a small hill near our home and moved away when I tried to take a photo. I got a photo but from the side.
Coyotes seem to be given the same treatment as foxes in Europe. We never have learned to share, have we?
No, we have not learnt. Though the people in our neighborhood gives this pack making their home on the hill a wide berth, they are looked more as a nuisance than wild life. I miss my walk on the hill though, not afraid of the coyotes attacking me but afraid of them attacking Skooby.
If the good neighbours kill off or drive away all the useful prey animals, the coyotes will attack domestic pets. There’s a simple answer, but nobody ever takes it seriously.
As long as major world religions support “go forth and multiply” policy, it’s a downward spiral for short time gains.
They tend to support the ‘don’t let women decide anything for themselves’ policy, especially if what women might decide is to cut down on the number of kids.
True.
Religion, like many other things in the world, has become big business. ROI is a rules. More followers, more money flow to the coffers of the powerful.
Big business for some and a big con for others.
Second that but it may be un-PC to say that.
It’s funny how some people get so defensive about their god. If you have an unshakable belief why would you care what other people think?
Exactly.
Yes, who?
I leave it to the readers. I have my answer.
Thanks.
Nicely done. I like the eyes that are both sad and questioning.
Thank you.
Very poignant…. I feel for the coyote, and others.
Thank you.
How do we achieve the right balance?
Good question. More wildlife sanctuaries and less development. But here it’s all about money, greed, power. Ah, the arrogance of certain humans! Best not get me started. 🙂 But thank you for bringing up the topic here. It’s one I’m passionate about.
Those who feel for the environment must not give up.
It’s frustrating sometimes. I had to pay through my nose because of damages done to my house by squirrels, racoons and gophers and at that moment I really felt like killing all those. But once the anger subsided, rationality returned.
I understand, totally. Returning to your earlier comment, it’s all about balance. At least we care. 🙂
Evocative this, love it.
Thank you.
Yes. Good work. The cave, and 5 7 5 . Or . . .
The Dance (Haiku title)
———
Tides rise and curtsy
as the sea does a ballet
with old diva moon.
Beautiful!
Thank you very much!
Love this!
Thank you, Ann!
I love this imagery!
Thank you so much!
I love this dance!
Thank you!
Love the dance, and old diva moon made me laugh!
I’m glad, thank you for that! ☺️
I do like your dance imagery 🙂
Thank you, Jane! It’s good to hear from you. 🙂
My pleasure, Betty 🙂
I like the thought of this as a dance, a fantasy ball of sorts, where the sea tentatively reaches for the moon then withdraws.
Thanks, Ken! Yes, a dance that has been going on for millions of years. Or more. ☺️
Wonderful Betty! Love the imagery.
Thank you! 😊
Through the open fields
A lilac haze wends its way
Lullaby drifting
Such soothing lines. Excellent.
thank you, i’m glad you felt it 🙏🏼
Wonderful–ethereal!
thank you 😊
Ah, so beautiful!
Love how “lilac haze wends” sounds… beautiful words!
Thanks, ‘heard’ it in a bee balm meadow, twas drifting with peppery lilac fragrance; I love the colors and scents of nature.
I love lilac haze. I can imagine the bees droning the lullaby.
Yes, bees and butterflies, slightly hypnotic!
Yes. 🙂
The haze wending and the lullaby drifting, as if in a rocking cradle. Nice.
Thank you
Peaceful, soothing imagery in your haiku. Nicely done.
Thank you so much!
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I have entered one of my prayers
That’s exactly how it happens!
Ah, yes – love that tension and expectation before the storm!
snowfall finds winter–
trees transparent, sparkling white
like the trails of stars
lovely concept and strong write! 🙂
Thank you Brian.
Ahhhhhh
Thanks Jane.
🙂
Lovely, Kerfe. I can feel that crisp air and see the sparkling.
Thanks Merril…it’s coming.
It can wait a while as far as I’m concerned. 😉
This is lovely!
Thanks Jane!
🙂
Gorgeous image! Love your trail of stars. 🙂
Thanks Betty!
Like reaching for the stars. Nice, Kerfe.
Thanks Ken. and congrats! You are a wizard of haiku.
Thank you, Kerfe. I think I have good company here.
wonderland ❄️
sometimes is is…thanks!
Love the image here. Well done.
Thanks!
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Felt you on my lips
Please sky, do not cry for me
The sun will rise soon
Beautiful haiku!
Thank you ❤
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This is one of my first Haikus, can I use it?
Swallows
Dipping and diving,
Swooping, sips and takes a drink,
Living on the wing.
It’s actually one of three from 2015
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/august-trip-haiku-1-2-and-3/
Hello,
I have reblogged it here –
https://wp.me/p93zQi-ld
This is my haiku for the contest –
The lone edifice,
Befriended the barren tree,
As blue surf gambolled.
Great work!
Thank you
I especially love the last line!
Thank you
Hello,
I have reblogged it here –
https://wp.me/p93zQi-ld
This is my haiku for the contest –
The lone edifice,
Befriended the barren tree,
As blue surf gambolled.
I find it so difficult to write haiku.
Here’s mine:
mockingbird’s wings flash–
night songs drift from silvered branch,
bright dreams fly star ward
Great minds…
🙂
I love it!
Thank you, Betty!
neat thought, songs drifting down from branches. 🙂
Thank you, Christine! 🙂
Dreams and songs on mockingbird wings. Nice, Merril.
Thank you, Ken.
beautiful, especially love “bright dreams fly starward”
“star ward”, forgot to press space while fingers flew ahead
Thank you so much!
You did well, I like😊
Thank you. 🙂
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Come to join this exciting contest. I will be posting my own haiku.
Hello, this is my Haiku
by Susan Mehr
Thunder cracks, rain falls.
Flowers sprinkle forests floors.
Dew winks, nature roars.
I love this, Susan!
Nature roars – great ending to a vivid haiku!
Love the imagery!! I would triple like this if I could!! ❤️❤️❤️
Crowded petals sing
with voices made of color
hymns of fantasy…
Copyright © 2015, by J. Sibley Law (from my blog)
For some reason, my name doesn’t go to my blog, which is http://www.RocketsTail.com
Beautifully said!
Lovely, those voices made of color!
How lovely!
Oh my gosh, so much to go through, this whole reply to the post is marvelously inspiring. Just coming in now and will surely be submitting a nature haiku before the deadline. Congratulations to all who have posted haiku thus far. I hope to do you all justice with mine.
Quite the turnout, huh? I can’t wait to see what you write!
Thank you for the opportunity, it is a wonderful connection of poets in here liking it too.
Of course–I’m glad you and so many other poets are enjoying it!
I wouldn’t want to be a judge in this. How do you choose. This is amazing.
The Sun scorched the land,
sand, and the frigid humans
walking over it.
(Fun fact – This very well would be the first line of my first ever book.)
It would be a great start….mysterious. Good haiku.
Thank you. I’m happy that you think so.
I agree with you on that😊
I like the contrast scorched/frigid.
Thank you, Jane. I’m trying to let the Indian-ish part of my life seep into my writing, and it’s really, really hard!
It’s hard not to keep different cultural references separate. I think the brain prefers it that way 🙂
Yes, it’s a major bugger when it comes to writing for me. I have this repression when it comes to Indian-ish thoughts, mostly because I only have known western writers, and I try to imitate them. But lately I realize how futile it is, and how better my writing can be if I write with all parts of my mind.
Have you read Arundhati Roy? I’ve only read The God of Small Things and thought it was remarkable. It left a nasty taste in the mouth, but the subject matter isn’t Disney fairy story stuff. It seemed very ‘Indian’ to me, exotic and with a perspective different to our western one.
I have been meaning to read that one for a while, yet couldn’t get to it yet. Also some more writers, do you know Salman Rushdie? He is famous and infamous.
I have a copy of Midnight’s Children but have never read it. V P Naipaul died today, did you hear? I’ve never read his stuff either as I don’t like the sound of his ideas, and I presume they must be omnipresent in his writing.
Midnight’s children is the next book I’ll read, currently I’m on a self help book, so the pace is a bit slow. I have never heard about Naipaul, Looks like he is a novel laureate!! What kinds of ideas?
Very socially conservative with a very low opinion of women. He was Caribbean Indian, a bit special.
Oh I read! An interview of him, and his equally odd second wife. What a strange world this is, filled with people of this sort? In one part of the interview, it was mentioned that he invited his now second wife to live in the house (where he lived with his first wife) the day after the cremation of his first wife! Yet he talked during the interview about how people without sense suggested that he should get another cat (or dog?) after his previous one died. He couldn’t think of living with another pet in the same house. I mean what a strange world!!!
Salman Rushdie didn’t like him. He said women couldn’t be artists because they were too sentimental. Sounds like a bladder to me.
Sounds like a guy got his head trapped inside his arse. From there, world could look like how he saw it…
That’s a neat explanation 🙂
I had the good fortune to read Midnight’s Children and recommend it. It was a long time ago though, so I hope I remember correctly.
I’m sure you do. It’s a classic and I’m a bit ashamed I haven’t read it yet.
Don’t! Rushdie’s Grimus is very good too. The last of his I read was The Last Moor and didn’t like it so much. I don’t even remember what it was about.
As a personality he got up my nose about the fatwah. I was too young and ignorant to know what it meant and how seriously it should be taken.
Serious stuff. Apparently it is still in effect! Haven’t read Satanic Verses yet but will.
They won’t ever lift it, I don’t suppose. I find Islam such an antipathetic religion (not that any of them are sympathetic) that I don’t really want to read about how unattractive it is. Preaching to the converted in my case.
Funny, I was going to say the same thing as Jane – love that contrast!
Thank you. I didn’t even notice it there.
I agree about the contrast of scorched and frigid.
Talk about an attention grabber!
Thank you!
here is my haiku for the contest.
Willow Tree’s delight
oh! first-born flourishing bud
nature’s spectacle
Hélène Vaillant©willowpoetry
5-7-5
I have a soft spot for willow trees too 🙂
Thank you Jane.
Beautiful!
Thank you Brian
Welcome sight, for sure. I see willows here in Missouri, but not many along the few streams where I take my kayak. Back in Western New York, some of my favorite spots to rest while kayaking along the smaller streams was beneath overhanging willows.
Well done, Hélène.
Thank you so much Ken. There are many willows here along the river where I walk. They are magnificent trees in all seasons, though so tender in the spring. Enjoy your outings.
🙂
I too love willows! Nice one!
Thank you Betty, willows are special to me too.
I also love willow trees – we have two in our garden.
How wonderful Kim. They exude regal energy.
Love this one.
Thank you so much fusiongemini.
Thank you so much fusiongemini
That first bud’s flowering is always special. (K)
Thank you memadtwo
Nice one. A willow tree always gets my imagination going😊
Thank you.
What a lot of haiku! Here’s mine.
rain of summer stars
falls soft on the speckled earth—
flutter of owl’s wings
Beautiful nature haiku Jane.
Thank you, Hélène 🙂
Beautiful imagery
Thank you!
That’s beautiful, Jane! (I love your flutter of owl’s wings.)
Thank you, Betty! I love listening to the owls.
Yes, me too…. I miss living next to a wooded area, where we could hear them frequently. 🦉
Some of them have such a soothing sound. Others not quite so soothing 🙂
It also depends on how close they are to your window at night. 😊
True 🙂
Great work, Jane!
Thank you, Brian!
I’m imagining those wings scattering the stars.
Lovely. I have a weakness for owls
Thanks, Toni. Me too 🙂
I love the image of stars softly speckling the earth – and you’ve managed to get an owl in too, Jane! It’s amazing what you can convey in seventeen syllables.
Thank you, Kim 🙂 I’m never totally sure about haiku, or whether I’ve got it right.
Stars, owls, and wings…everything you need. (K)
Yes, I think I could live on that too.
Lovely jane. I could see this.
Pat
Thank you, Pat 🙂
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Here is my entry for the haiku contest.
desertrose.blog
cool flowing waters
river rocks beneath my feet
baptist awaits my return
© Jordan
I really like this, Jordan!
Thank you for your kind words. Brian!
The river knows how to wait.
Indeed, isn’t it a gift to know? Thank you xx
I really like this as well.
Pat
Thank you, Pat!!
I bow to the master. I’m just going to get sillier and take up space on Brian’s site. 🙂
Eye of deep blue sky
Observing white clouds pass by
Letting them drift through
Reblogged on @martabeaman “plain and fancy”
A lazy summer day…
Definitely a summer daze haiku. Beautiful!!
Pat
Inspired by watching my grandson playing in the garden this morning, I wrote this:
Green hues of sunlight
filter through the trees and hide
a young boy dancing.
Playful – I love this!
And, I am glad that you enjoyed it.
Nice wordplay. The sunlight could be hiding in the trees, or those hues and trees could be hiding the dancing boy.
Thanks
What a carefree image! ❤️
His age is such that life is carefree for him now. I relish watching him discover things that make him happy, and dancing is one of those things.
Isn’t there a saying “Life is wasted on the young?” If only they knew or if we can go back. Still, children are a good reminder of how life should be…
sweet imagery tnkrr
Thank you.
Very nice
Glad that you think so.
Delightful!
Light and shadows are just like dancing!
Yes, they are and, thanks for thinking about that.
sea breeze at sunset
last cry of the last sea gull
on an empty beach
Nice, Frank. I imagine the day gone with that last gull.
I love this scene – that last cry of the last sea gull!
Thanks, Betty! 😀
That is a wonderful moment, isn’t it? (K)
It is. Thanks! 😀
A beauty Frank. Makes me want to head back to the beach tomorrow😊
Thanks, Pat! 😀
Hey guys, some really great stuff on here, good luck to all. this is mine:
Gunmetal ink clouds
Obscure silver shimmering
refractions of moon.
Wonderful
Thanks!
The moon is magic. (K)
“Gunmetal ink clouds”, love that description. Nice work.
Pat
Thanks so much!
Here is mine for the contest:
grey of winter night –
the moon changes all the dross
into purest silver
Magical, Toni!
Dross is a great Nordic word, and not used nearly often enough. It goes with the moon and winter imagery, I think.
Thank you. I love the word.
🙂
And a beautiful color it is. (K)
Aah!! Sounds beautifiul😊. Nice job.
pat
Here is my entry for the competition – will reblog on writinginnorthnorfolk.com:
tinted with harvest
pumpkins and wind-fall apples
the moon’s pregnant pause
Absolutely beautiful Kim.
Thank you, Helene.
All though pregnant curves 🙂
I love this, Kim!
Thank you so much, Brian!
The colors of autumn are so beautiful…(K)
Here is my entry for the haiku contest.
My blog is Komorebi.
abandoned beach –
the low flight of a heron
into the sunset
Maria Laura Valente
I see it, great imagery.
That’s so kind of you, thank you so much! ♡
Beautiful!
Thanks a lot! ♡
My pleasure.
Birds flying over water are so beautiful. (K)
Thank you so much for your kind appreciation ♡
Nice. A great picture painted by your words. Nicely done.
Pat
Thank you so much, Pat. You’re so kind!
Maria Laura
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my entry for the contest
a cloud of midges
fills this summer evening
the sweet scent of peaches
Peaches, yum, lovely haiku.
I can visualize those midges!
Love it!
Just like summer! (K)
I can smell those peaches. My mouth is watering😊
pat
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Reblogged this on Poetic Profusion.
Reblogged this on Sgeoil and commented:
Stop by Vita Brevis to read some wonderful entries in this contest, and while there add your own!
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A haiku contest in progress @ Vita Brevis. I have never seen so much action in the comments. It’s wonderful!! Come join in!!
My entry for the contest:
misty mornings bring
pleasant odour lingering
Earth’s tears of joy
this time of day, perfectly described.
Thank you!
There is something wonderful about the scent on a misty morning! lovely!
Yes, my favourite time of the day! Thank you.
You are most welcome.
Morning does have it’s own smells–I never thought of it before.
Reblogged on Sgeoil
Here is my entry:
babbling creek flows
whispering forest secrets
below the surface
Love it, babbling creek.
Thanks!
It’s a beautiful sound.
Very soothing
Ah, those forest secrets! I can hear the whispers. 🙂
Aren’t they wonderful to listen to!
Indeed, they are! ☺️
Yeap! They do tend to talk a lot😊. Excellent haiku.
Thank you.
Such a fun way to run a competion!!! Here is mine
in late evening breeze
leaves in lyrical tumble-
first hint of autumn
Pat R
I also posted it on my blog, not sure if that’s allowed,
The sound of leaves clattering in the wind…it definitely says autumn.
Yes. Indeed! I am looking forward to it😊
I love that “lyrical tumble” of leaves!
Thank you Betty😊
I really like the phrase, “leaves in lyrical tumble” This brings to mind the dry leaves dancing in the breeze.
Good to hear, thank you😁
…And I know what you mean about the ‘dry leaves dancing’. I have a huge maple that puts on quite a show every fall😊
Soft blues and slate gray
Light slowly fades to evening
An East coast sunset
That slow fade is part of the magic.
Yes indeed 🖤
Beautiful!
Lovely!
Thank you!
This is My entry for Haiku Contest madasahatter572.wordpress.com
in a lonely place
blue skies filling with birdsong
wind tantrum in trees
To Jay – a wonderful introduction of Haiku
To Helene (Willow Poetry) – Fantabulous imagery of nature
To Jane Dougherty – Superb imagery of actions and reaction
of nature
To Jordan – Simply Supeb poem
To marianbeaman – A Beautiful tribe of seasonal changes
To tnkerr – Such a Fabulous inspiration: youth at its purest
To Frank J. Tassone – Marvelous sea scene
To Danyy Flozi – A Very Intense scene Awesomeness
To kanzensakura – Such a Fabulous scene of New Beginnings
To Kim881 – Fantaubulous scenes of Autumn
To Maria Laura Valente – A Very Emotional set of scenes
To marinabita – Such Groovy scenes of Summer
To fusiongemini – Fabulous tribute to/from Nature
To sgeoil – Simply Fabulous poem
To jazzytower – Such a Dramatic Symphony you’ve composed here
To L. Stevens – Groovy scene of the nighttime
Reblogged this on madasahatter572 and commented:
Such Grooviness for this Haiku Contest
@ Vita Brevis! You should definitely join in the fun!
Sounds like fun!!
Here’s “Lifespan”
Subdued violets
grow through cracked pavements, and wait
for a passing breeze.
Thanks for reading!
Reblogged this on Saeeda M. Ali.
Here’s mine -I was thinking about how wonderful the first rains are after a long hot summer.
The first rain
on the parched earth
– welcome clouds
I can smell the rain. Those first drops hitting parched earth takes me back to my childhood😊 Nice work Suzanne.
Pat
Thanks Pat. I love it when the rain returns after summer.
So welcome! It makes the earth dance. (K)
That’s a good way of putting it.
Welcome clouds indeed, after a long, parched summer!
Yes indeed. 🙂
That is so real, beautiful haiku Suzanne.
Thank you Helene. I really appreciate your coment.
you are so welcome Suzanne.
Short and precise. I like that.
Thanks Jane. 🙂
🙂
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Here’s my haiku. It’s about snowflakes.
Icy craftsmanship
Thread in a blanket of snow
A storm’s frozen star
As delicate as thread indeed.
Love that thread in a blanket of snow – lovely!
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What a wonderful activity for Sunday night. I really soaked in these haikus and the community reflecting upon them. With the hope for all living things on our planet being cherished, here is my entry.
a revolving home
with contrast of lives who wake
under the same sky
Thanks Vita Brevis for bringing us together through poetry.
Hey there! Can it be from my blog or doesn’t need to be a totally new haiku? I just thought I’d ask! 🙂
Sure–it can be from your blog!
And I post my poem in these comments?
Yes!
Just like a flower; It grows, it wilts and it blooms I am a flower
*This poem is also posted on my blog! Simple but sweet 😊 I love reading everyone’s haikus. So much talents this world has! 👌🏽
What a wonderful activity for Sunday night. I really soaked in these haikus and the community reflecting upon them. With the hope for all living things being cherished, here is my entry. Thanks Vita Brevis.
a revolving home
with contrast of lives who wake
under the same sky
Reblogged on Avant Garde Haiku. 🐦
Here’s my entry for the contest, in memory of my country’s disappearing forests and wildlife:
Pockets of jungle
Hanging by gossamer threads
A magpie’s lament.
We need to reweave our world.
Hello! Here is my entry for the contest:
“Nature: A Mother’s Love”
We reap your colors
And still, you send us rainbows
Your tears mixed with oil
What is given and what is taken away…that last line is very effective.
Thank you! I’m glad it spoke to you.
The forest, aflame,
The air, my lungs, harsh with smoke,
Choke with every breath.
Thank you…I have a blog but denmaniacs4 links to an old housing land blog I was once involved with. Enough about me…www.engleson.ca
The world can barely breathe…
Thanks for participating everyone! Let’s do this again, soon. I had a great time reading through your haiku and supportive comments
I’ve announced the winning haiku and some (of the many) notable mentions from the contest here: vitabrevisliterature.com/2018/08/16/tnkerrs-winning-haiku/
Thank you for noticing my haiku!
A word whispered now,
A haiku given unto you,
Silence. Space opens.
We started a new comment-a-haiku contest! You can find it here: https://vitabrevisliterature.com/2018/09/07/open-comment-a-haiku-poetry-competition-submit-your-poem/