trickles from icicles
time floats away
Birds leave footprints
in this powder puff dream
I pinch myself
Oh my lonely lap
Winter’s icy breath chased you
Now we both tremble
Contains all four seasons’ voice
Wild poetry stirs
Summer’s scorched burnt tip
Pierces autumn’s bronzed winter
Till quenched by cool spring
Have a go!
You all loved the last Comment-a-Haiku Competition, so let’s give it another go! Here’s What You Need to Know:
Vita Brevis is hosting another four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!
How to Submit:
1. Submit one 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post — all topics welcome
2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered the competition, linking back here
3. Give good feedback on other commenters’ work! [This is what it’s really about–you’ll be receiving good feedback, so try to give it to others as well]
Reward: Honestly, this is less about “winning” and more about meeting and communicating with other poets.But we will choose some honorable mentions, and we’ll publish our favorite haiku on the front page of our online poetry magazine (with a link to the poet’s blog)
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Walking though the world
Hand in hand with nature’s dilemma
A cool breeze still blows
On close inspection
Golden poppies bear torn wings
Butterflies in spring
A small tribute to Basho, a great inspiration to me. He published his haiku under several names, including Tosei, or “Green Peach,” out of respect for the Chinese poet Li Po, whose name translates to “White Plum.” After a gift of basho trees from one student in 1680, the poet began to write under the name Basho.
Green Peach’s words bloom
Under guidance of White Plum
Basho trees are born
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