cold front--
in the busker's guitar case
five copper coins
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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Winter Haiku 2008/2009
A little bit about Winter Haiku 2008/2009
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RULESThis blog is open to all haiku poets! Please submit your FAMILY-FRIENDLY haiku, senryu, tanka, haiga, or haibun.You can also submit photos or drawings to enhance our experience of reading your one-breath thoughts!Artwork or photographs should be the original work of the contributor. If not, it is the contributor's responsibility to ensure that they have permission to use the work.ALL POSTS WILL BE BOLD AND IN (you decide the color). If you decide to use another color, please make sure that your text doesn't disappear into the background.The only requirement for posting is that there should be an WINTER theme.Postings/day: 3 maximum.
If you participated in the previous seasonal blog, and all the information is the same, just let Steve know that fact.If you don't receive an invitation, check your TRASH or BULK or SPAM mailbox, in case the invitation ended up in those folders.You will need to register with Blogger in order to contribute to the blog. You can register with your email address; you don't need to get a gmail address.
RULESThis blog is open to all haiku poets! Please submit your FAMILY-FRIENDLY haiku, senryu, tanka, haiga, or haibun.You can also submit photos or drawings to enhance our experience of reading your one-breath thoughts!Artwork or photographs should be the original work of the contributor. If not, it is the contributor's responsibility to ensure that they have permission to use the work.ALL POSTS WILL BE BOLD AND IN (you decide the color). If you decide to use another color, please make sure that your text doesn't disappear into the background.The only requirement for posting is that there should be an WINTER theme.Postings/day: 3 maximum.
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- Winter is over
- comet lulin
- winter – cling to lifedeep breath of electric airc...
- sparrows sittouching heads -Spring inches in
- Shrove Tuesdaylatest postson Winter Haiku***Mardi ...
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- wild water
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- gardenfull of the sea's roar -the crow's nest sways
- below a pale sunpeople squelch here and there thro...
- stars gleamdewdropson a spun sky
- Snowman movedtired of this non-winterAntarctica
- knowing I've livedthrough another winter-quiet vic...
- returning road -fresh snowfilled my steps***chemin...
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- cold front
- in the night watchesfrozen moon crosses windowdron...
- dark clouds roll away -a crow drinksfrom glitteri...
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- Under the surfacea rebel hiddena vivid spring
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- the snow is too deep for the pot-bellied pigsbut n...
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- from highest branchescrows' great commotion:Spring...
- Announcement
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- early commutelast of packed ice bermmelts into runoff
- snow has thawed
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- Winter Dawn
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7 comments:
well caught
john
Reading that, I thought it was a John McDonald, it has JM written all over it, and then I saw 'twas you. Well caught, as JM says.
Thanks, John and PIR. I'm sure it's that I'm a fan of John's haiku and have picked up on his perspective. :-)
Nora,
I like your Haiku. I relate to it because I'm a busker (though I don't play guitar).
I would like to ask for your permission to post your Haiku poem on my blog where I tell what happens when I play in the NYC subway: www.SawLady.com/blog
I will put a copyright to you, of course, and I could put a link to you (if you agree, please let me know what name credit and what link).
Thank you and all the best,
Natalia
Natalia,
Cool site and bless you for making an ordinary day more beautiful in the city. When I was a child, an older gentleman in our congregation ocassionally played a hymn on the saw during a worship service. I like the haunting sound.
You are welcome to use this poem. Attribute it to Nora Wood http://haikuaday.blogspot.com
I posted your haiku: http://sawlady.com/blog/?p=323
Thank you very much, Nora!
I really like this one too, well done, Nora!
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