WHCshowcase: HAIKU (88) 05/01/07 Rita Odeh, Israel


[The first poem displayed 13 November 2004]

Today's choise is:

88


noisy market -
lulled by mom's sound of begging
he drifts to sleep

Rita Odeh, Israel



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[All poems displayed so far]

1

storm swept beach -
inside an empty shell,
empty barnacles . .

Carole MacRury (USA)

2

afternoon nap --
the first geese honking
as I enter a dream

Cindy Zackowitz (USA)

3

a cat watches me
across the still pond,
across our difference

Paul O. Williams (USA)

4

spring shower -
even communists took shelter
within church walls

Tomislav Maretic (Croatia)

5
cold hands
into
warm pockets

Michael Rehling (USA)

6

in spring wind -
touching my nipples
cold silk

Marianne Bluger (USA)

7

mountain journey
clouds and temple bells
between the peaks

Carol Raisfeld (USA)

8

bitter cold--
the shape of our breaths
mingling

Marjorie Buettner (USA)

9

spring in the air
earth smelling of
earth again

Gabi Greve (Japan)

10

afternoon sun
a sand-filled clamshell
still hinged . .

Carole MacRury (USA)

11

i bathe in
the water that swallowed
your ashes

Robert Wilson (USA)

12

waiting . . . cold wind
I finger the hole
in my jeans

ron moss (Australia)

13

I scratch my bottom
the universe does likewise
with a falling star

Clark Strand (USA)

14

a deep breath
of mountain air
I choke on snowflakes

Marlene Egger (USA)

15

waterfall...
silently we watch
water fall

Jay Santini (USA)

16

spring cleaning...
my lost watch
in a summer skirt

Marianne Bluger (USA)

17

tracks in the snow -
wild boars must have danced here
last night

Gabi Greve (Japan)

18

poppies in the field -
the old soldier picks one
for his buttonhole

Adelaide Shaw (USA)

19

through my window
shimmer of a full moon. .
I turn the lights off

Dina E. Cox (Canada)

20

broken branch
through the wind's voice
the trunk screams

(Original in Italian)

ramo spezzato
con la voce del vento
il tronco urla

Moussia Fantoli (Italy)

21

Netting nothing,
the fisherman takes a stick
and smacks the Nile

James W. Hackett (USA)

22

summer evening
as I iron - faintly scorched
the scent of him

Marianne Bluger (USA)

23

spring scents
the dog and I walk
through different worlds

Kirsty Karkow (USA)

24

a leaf falls
another leaf falls ~ yet
another leaf falls

Narayanan Raghunathan (India)

25

to the headstone
old footsteps frozen
in old snow

Bruce Ross (USA)

26

slow dawn --
squeezing the morning out
of a toothpaste tube

Ella W. (The Netherlands)

27

frozen lake
the reed
still nods

Cristina Grama (Romania)

28

Vanish as they will
each fallen needle lends
its form to the snow

James W. Hackett (USA)

29

corroded wall
the shadow of the branches
covers its wounds

(Original in Italian)

muro corroso
l'ombra dei rami copre
le sue ferrite

Moussia Fantoli (Italy)

30

spring sunshine -
the dictionary dusty
on the shelf

Gabi Greve (Japan)

31

a sun in
a little pond on
a lotus leaf

Narayanan Raghunathan (India)

32

spring cleaning done . . .
the window spider starts
a new web

Darrell Byrd (USA)

33

scattered blossoms...
two umbrellas go chatting
in the rain

Carol Raisfeld (USA)

34

At Omaha Beach.
from old bunkers of Nazi gall
the stench of piss

James W. Hackett (USA)

35

spring snow
the clock by the bed
rings itself out

Dave Bacharach (USA)

36

weekend dinner
tummy and moon
both full

Ella W. (The Netherlands)

37

spadeful of earth --
my granddaughter asks
if a worm cries

Laryalee Fraser (Canada)

38

water shortage -
a fly laps water
from my glass

Gabi Greve (Japan)

39

evening star
bright in the northern sky --
my cold finger !

Lorin Ford (Australia)

40

sleepless night -
man and mountain vibrate
in thunder

Gabi Greve (Japan)

41

(Squire Creek)

Tangled up in roots
and dancing with the current,
an old hook and line.

James W. Hackett (USA)

42

Independence Day
grandfather tries to button
his old uniform

Owen Burkhart (USA)

43
lengthening shadow -

above her eggs the hen's heart

beats against my arm

Beverley George (Australia)

44

the sound of thunder
pounds in my aching chest
bombing in London

Bette Wappner (penname, b'oki, USA)

45

graveside -
echo of gravel
against the coffin

Allen M. Terdiman, USA

46

a white egret
flying away from the pond
with muddy legs

Tomislav Maretic, Croatia

47

mid-summer -
wishing your breasts
were melons

Robert Wilson (USA)

48

night falls slowly...
leaving the lamp unlit
I lay my book aside

Bill Kenney (USA)

49

rain spattered Buddha
a jewel beetle scuttles
into a crevice

Laryalee Fraser (Canada)

50

Tiananmen wind.

the way gusts whip all the flags

into a roar of red

James W. Hackett (USA)

51

summer night...
the river takes stars
towards the ocean

[original Italian]

quando fa notte
il fiume porta stelle
verso l'oceano

Brando Altemps (Italy)

52

Back from Egypt ...

desert sun
the sand too hot
for footprints

mirage ...
the last drop of water
in my bottle

Hurghada ...
in the desert I forget
my own name

Bedouin camp --
life is a camel's
hump

sunrise ...
I stare into the eye
of God

desert evening ...
I enter my own
wilderness

Ella W. (The Netherlands)

53

cool morning
a street dog
also sneezes

[Original haiku in Spanish]

fresca mañana
un perro callejero
también estornuda

Israel López Balan

54

pawn shop window
the ring
bought for her

Don Haney, USA

55

drought -
the first raindrops
raise a little dust

Carole MacRury, USA

56

reading room
the silence
of turned pages

Bill Kenney, USA

57

sundown
. . . the snail inching its way
into autumn

Robert Wilson, USA

58

hot asphalt -
an ant hauling
a dead ant home

Carole MacRury, USA

59

Au fil de l eau
le bouchon tire le pecheur
vers le soir

Downstream
the float pulls the angler
towards the dusk

J. P. Cresta, France

60

chemotherapy -
she always liked the way
I kissed her hair

Bill Kenney, USA

61

mid-winter . . .
a rice paddy
sprouting cone hats

Robert Wilson, USA

62

last day of summer -
cicada in my attic
no longer sings

a few yellow leaves drift
in cool morning breeze

last day of summer -
desert cactus blooms again
within the green-house

scent of rosemary lingers
as a distant memory

Joachim Seckel, USA

63

glacier in the lake -
a splash is seen
before it is heard

Vaughn Seward, Canada

64

autumn lawn...
more leaf-mulching
than grass-cutting

Vaughn Seward, Canada

65

dripping mist
pulls the sky
into the valley

Kala Ramesh, India

66

morning mist . . .
the soup maker chopping
fish heads

Robert Wilson, USA

67

crowded bus
every passenger breathes
the same autumn

Israel López Balan, Mexico

68

fallen leaves -
a leashed pup tumbles
off the curb

Allen McGill, Mexico

69

deep night
the silence of a spider
spinning

Carol Raisfeld, USA

70

What is Basho's
old pond or frog to a
tired commuter?

Kami (Judy Kamilhor), USA

71

a fly buzzing
behind the blinds
i am not alone . . .

opening the blinds . . .
oh, the friendly fly
has died

Dustin C. Neal, USA

72

naked branch
last night a leaf
trembled there

Bill Kenney, USA

73

storm-dashed
poppy heads rise up
from the fallen grasses

Dick Pettit, Denmark

74

star gazing . . .
a young woman
wanting children

Robert Wilson, USA

75

midnight
rat gnaws book pages
deep silence

Radhey Shiam, India

76

first showers
fill the creases
on his face

on the march. . .
lives bundled
on their heads

pinpricks of light
against
the full moon

the child...
nestled
in her curve

Yajushi, India

77

spiaggia d'inverno
senza pause l'amore
fra riva e onda

beach in winter
restless love between
shore and wave

Moussia, Italy

78

in love with the new sun
the cherry blossom forgets
the night's frost

Ivan M. Granger, USA

79

birch tree --
i leave on it
a wordless poem

Stanford M. Forrester, USA

80

spring rain
on the mower's blade
last year's grass

Andria Plowman, UK

81

first snow-
my child's footprints no longer
fit inside mine

an'ya, USA

82


I put on high heels -
everything in my house
looks different.

Zhanna P. Rader, USA

83

patch of ice...
a remembrance day poppy
embedded

Vaughn Seward, Canada

84

foggy rooftops . . .
a sense of the day
only in outline


Michael McClintock, USA

85

old year, new year....
one soul newly arrived
one soul soon to leave

tamashii no katsu umare katsu saru kozo-kotoshi

Debra Woolard Bender, USA

86

sunny morning
a dewdrop holds
the universe

Victor P. Gendrano, USA

87

London morning dew --
fumes through my nostrils and mouth
like an Eastern dragon!

Kala Ramesh, India

88

noisy market -
lulled by mom's sound of begging
he drifts to sleep

Rita Odeh, Israel

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