My two haiku about childhood memories published in brass bell: a haiku journal. Thank you so much, Zee Zahava. Looking forward to the next issue!
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things—mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity—and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves. ~Bashō
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Monday, July 26, 2021
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Sunday, September 24, 2017
First Issue 2017 of The Cherita
It has been more than 90 days so now I can post these 3 cherita that were published in the first issue of the cherita: your storybook journal.
If you'd like to read the current issue, Be Amazed, edited by Larry Kimmel, here's the link. http://www.thecherita.com/flipbook.
If you'd like to read the current issue, Be Amazed, edited by Larry Kimmel, here's the link. http://www.thecherita.com/flipbook.
Labels:
arms,
bird,
death anniversary,
dog,
February,
home,
kitchen,
Larry Kimmel,
memories,
moonflower,
original cherita,
scent,
silence,
sky,
sleep,
The Cherita,
visit,
window
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Asahi Haikuist Network
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Ribbons Winter 2016
STUPOR
no one
calling my name
this morning
a cup of water stays
cold
in the microwave
preparations
for the memorial
the chrysanthemums
quietly wither
on the side
an avalanche
of memories snowballing
into grief
the stories behind
a box of receipts
every now and then
the flicker of a firefly
. . .
still in my hand
all of you I need
to let go
not accepting
what goodbye really
means
my breath lingers
in every shape and sound
of spring dusk
Labels:
box,
breath,
chrysanthemum,
dusk,
firefly,
goodbye,
grief,
letting go,
memorial,
memories,
morning,
name,
original tanka sequence,
Ribbons,
sound,
spring,
stories
Monday, November 16, 2015
Ribbons Journal (Fall 2015)
Are you enjoying every single page of Ribbons (Fall 2015)? I hope you haven't skipped my tanka sequence, "Last Sip," on page 45. For those who don't have a copy, here it is.
Last Sip
parch lips . . .
for you I draw a well
of memories
from steel drum music
to the sound of waves
a sparrow's last sip
from the birdbath . . .
on your birthday
from the birdbath . . .
on your birthday
how I didn't want to believe
in your goodbyes
my thoughts
spinning counterclockwise
the silence
after I decide to turn off
the oxygen machine
streaks of foam
tail away from the reef . . .
how I remember
your wishes for me
when you're gone
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sonic Boom Premiere Issue
Sonic Boom is simply BOOMbastic because it has a FANTASTIC array of literary forms that you will truly enjoy! I'm so honored to have two tanka included in the inaugural issue.
http://media.wix.com/ugd/61020d_17b4a75e89f2483db97acf43314c019d.pdf
the coldness
as leaves turn red . . .
from another photo
I rake memories of you
to keep me warm
***
morphine moon . . .
fading in and out
my courage
as you ask me
where you are
http://media.wix.com/ugd/61020d_17b4a75e89f2483db97acf43314c019d.pdf
the coldness
as leaves turn red . . .
from another photo
I rake memories of you
to keep me warm
***
morphine moon . . .
fading in and out
my courage
as you ask me
where you are
Monday, August 24, 2015
Monday, May 4, 2015
Tanka Poets on Site (January 2015 prompt - April 2015 prompt)
an avalanche
of memories snowballing
into grief . . .
the stories behind
a box of receipts
January 11 prompt: opening the box
See comments here.
why can't life
be simplified
I'm always baffled
in the grocery aisle
of cheese
January 31 prompt: say cheese
See comments here.
writing his name
on my bathroom mirror . . .
the mist disappears
just like the promise
he once said
February 5 prompt: what you draw or write on a napkin, back of envelope, etc.
See comments here.
See comments here.
touching
the same piano keys
you once touched . . .
I learn to hum our song
on my own
February 11 prompt: instrument
See comments here.
waking up
with no desire
to get out of bed
I picture the pinkness
of azalea blooms
February 17 prompt: beauty of spring
See comments here.
just listening
to the plip plop of the pond
maybe this time
my heart will unwind
its bandages
March 20 prompt: healing ourselves
See comments here.
not knowing
the exact moment
I knew I loved you . .
footsteps of a flamingo
at the edge of the lake
March 21 prompt: subtle
See comments here.
what dreams
have I missed . . .
I stay awake
just to hear us
breathing
*inspired by the song "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing"
Kathy Uyen Nguyen's response
you breathe fragments
into my hollow dreams . . .
suddenly I wake
to the dawn song unfolding
from a robin's wing beat
April 2 prompt: rhythm and rhyme
See comments here.
telling me about
our old friend dancing
to Greek music . . .
are you at death's door
peeking through heaven?
April 6 prompt: peeking out of a window, a door with unexpected sight
See comments here.
Labels:
azalea,
blooms,
box,
dreams,
flamingo,
footsteps,
grief,
heart,
Kathy Uyen Nguyen,
lake,
memories,
mist,
name,
original tanka,
piano,
pond,
promise,
song,
Tanka Poets on Site
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Seize the Poem (December 2014 prompt)
October 26 prompt: (balance/black and white/clouds)
revision:
even now
I hear the murmur
of distant memories . . .
on which pond will I see
on which pond will I see
your reflection one day?
December 15 prompt: reflections/ripples/philosophies
See comments here.
December 25 prompt
(barren branches, snow shadow, emptiness)
See comments here.
Labels:
balance,
black and white,
branches,
children,
Christmas,
emptiness,
koi,
leaf,
memories,
murmur,
original tanka,
plant,
pond,
reflection,
Seize the Poem,
sound,
tanka art,
widow
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Seize the Poem (September 25 prompt)
Shared this old haiga which was first published in World Haiku Association.
prompt: hummingbird/the long blur/of our togetherness
See comments here.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Bamboo Hut Vol. 1 Issue 2
Here are my five tanka included in the 2nd issue of Bamboo Hut.
all the things
your didn't want to
talk about . . .
now I'm left with
crumpled leaves
not knowing
if my heart will ever
stop hurting . . .
the train passes me by
one more time
as you drift away
I cherish the sweeping light
of our memories . . .
the darkness of the night
brightens all the stars
days after
the memorial . . .
I find comfort
watering his plants
for the first time
sunlight dance
on the bedroom wall . . .
how my heart flutters
with the way you say
good morning
Click this to read the issue.
The print copy may be purchased from Lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/shop/view-cart.ep;jsessionid=4DC71B0C924D47A322EE8D100653D414
all the things
your didn't want to
talk about . . .
now I'm left with
crumpled leaves
not knowing
if my heart will ever
stop hurting . . .
the train passes me by
one more time
as you drift away
I cherish the sweeping light
of our memories . . .
the darkness of the night
brightens all the stars
days after
the memorial . . .
I find comfort
watering his plants
for the first time
sunlight dance
on the bedroom wall . . .
how my heart flutters
with the way you say
good morning
Click this to read the issue.
The print copy may be purchased from Lulu.com http://www.lulu.com/shop/view-cart.ep;jsessionid=4DC71B0C924D47A322EE8D100653D414
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Christmas Cottage
the light inside
the Christmas Cottage
memories of home
See comments here.
Photo Credit: Thomas Kinkade online gallery
Shared with Haiku Heights #190
Prompt: home
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Driftwood
August 21 NaHaiWriMo prompt is "driftwood", provided by Kathabela Wilson.
hearing his name again
takes me to another time . . .
driftwood
takes me to another time . . .
driftwood
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The Collaborative Photo Haiku-Project (Entry 9)
I think I'm going to start writing haiku again on Tif Holmes' blog. Lately, her photos are very inspiring.
My first entry is for July 9.
photo by Tif Holmes
winter night
a string of memories
opening past wounds
Kathy Uyen Nguyen's comment:
Poignant and sad. I love this!
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Poem to Picture
This photo is from Ashi's Poem to Picture. Instead of writing about a rusty plug. I wrote a haiku about a rusty bike.
rusty bike...
each squeak loosens up
childhood memories
March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
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