Saturday, August 12, 2017

the breeze carries
the silence beyond--
meditation hall

Akitsu Quarterly, Fall Issue, 2017, Eds: Robin White, Evelyn Lang

tiny pebbles--
the old man recounts
his memories

Akitsu Quarterly, Fall Issue, 2017, Eds: Robin White, Evelyn Lang

Monday, July 31, 2017

thin pond
in the midst of
scorching heat
the cows gently lick
each other’s shadow

Atlas Poetica, Special Features: Humorous Tanka and Kyoka, July 3, 2017 (Ed. Joanne Morcom)

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

river bank
the saint chants
lifting the sun

baby talk
I silently watch
blooming buds

The 9th Yamadera Bashō Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest, 2017 (Judges: Takehisa Iijima Joe Maricoji, Noboru Oba,  Lisa Somers and Shuichiro Soma

Thursday, July 13, 2017

the lamp--
total eclipse

The Mainichi News, 14.7.2017, Selected by Isamu Hashimoto

Friday, June 30, 2017

paper boat
the old man unfolds
his memories

Otata 19, July 2017 (Ed. John Martone)

Saturday, June 17, 2017

circles of ripples
the beauty of life born
in the center

Asahi Shimbun, 16.6.2017 (Ed. David McMurray)

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Poetry Corner: Making an Impression

– 5/11/16
Pat Geyer
I strolled through an Autumn festival. Played games. Went on rides. Ate caramel corn. Drank cider.
Giddy from hard cider when a dragonfly landed on my arm. This never happened before. I wanted to savor the moment. Went to the tattoo tent.

once pulsing life…
on my forearm
inked in stillness

Pat Geyer says “As residents of East Brunswick, N.J. each year we’re lucky enough to attend the Middlesex County Fair. Always lots to do. Lots to see. One year in particular, a dragonfly was following us around the grounds. We all stopped, it landed on me. A few steps later we came across the tattoo tent. I was thrilled to have a dragonfly, my totem, inked to my forearm!”
Briony James
my stained glass skin
glowing with the rainbow
a sudden blank page

Briony James says “My tanka is based on a real repeated experience I’ve had over the past 20 years. Making an impression I knew that my tattoos were always an integral part of me: I never got one lightly or without thought. But my subconscious made sure I knew it soon after I started my back piece. I dreamed I woke up and got out of bed as usual, went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and saw, to my horror, that all of my tattoos had disappeared. I felt utterly naked and bereft; worse, I felt as though a major part of myself had been torn “away somehow.”
Pravat Kumar Padhy

the poet scripts
her well-lit voyage
ripples of love
the darkness paints
gently on the silken edges

Pravat Kumar Padhy‘s tanka highlights the power of a poem to impress itself on our minds, the page and the world. Pravat is a poet-laureate in Bhubaneswar, India His short form of Japanese poems have appeared in many international journals.
Stevie Strang

In Stevie Strang‘s haiga (image and haiku) her heavy house impresses itself, by reflection, into the weightlessness of the bubble. Stevie makes her home in Laguna Niguel, CA.
 We welcome and encourage your response especially in the form of short poems. You may reply by leaving a comment below. The Poetry Corner is hosted by Kathabela Wilson.