Indian Kukai #5 May 2014

just before we kiss . . .
the soundless swing
of a wind chime


5th place
(7, 6, 0) = 19 points

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Doodlefest (Day 11-20)

(click headings to see the doodle of Aubrie Cox on Yay Words!)

I Doodle, You 'Ku - 11
 

mushroom clouds
the big word
finally springs up


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 12


after you left
even the flowers
weep on my soup


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 13


autumn night
only in my dreams I catch
a vision of you


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 14


missing leaf
he finds luck
with a new look


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 15


wind chime
the soft touch
of cherry petals
~
wind chime
the gentle swaying
of cherry petals


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 16


dried leaves...
hoping old letters
will bring her back


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 17


a shower of stars
only with her umbrella
childhood fantasy


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 18


inside her bag
I slip into
another world


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 19


curling smoke
she leads him straight
to the bedroom


I Doodle, You 'Ku - 20


oceans apart
we stay glued
to the webcam

Spring Rain

see haiku here (January 9, 2012)

     Kuniharu Shimizu created another impressive artwork for my haiku. To explain this haiga, this is what he wrote in his blog--

     According to Wikipedia, the leaf I used here is "Acer palmatum, called Japanese Maple or Smooth Japanese Maple (Japanese: irohamomiji) is a species of woody plant native to Japan, Nort h Korea, South Korea, China, eastern Mongolia, and southeast Russia.

     Momiji leaves change color; from Green to orange and to red. Spacious canopy they provide is what I like the most. Each leaf is small and always reminds me of child's hand, hence I used it in this haiga.

     I couldn't have thought of a better image that would go with my "spring rain" haiku. He created it perfectly! As you can see here in my blog, I love how fall leaves turn into different colors. I also love how leaves fall softly to the ground. Though I haven't seen a momiji leaf in real life, I can hear the wind chime. I can feel the breeze. I can see and hear the momiji leaf brushing the wind chime like a child's hand.