Sunday, December 27, 2020

 




bright sky still holding half of the darkness


Blo͞o Outlier Journal, Inaugural Issue, December 2020 (Ed. Alan Summers)

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Thursday, December 24, 2020

 

crescent moon

in the mid-way sky

in her loneliness

she counts the stars

thickening shadow of the night

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along the shore

life blooms as if

to float again…

kids collect empty shells

refilling sand with smiles

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rough border

the breeze carries

the fragrance

of the morning flowers

across the rusted wires

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warm ecstasy
of a mysterious journey
transgender
closely watches the first fruit
ripened for Adam and Eve

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joyful whales

on the silvery surface

calmness of the sea

shockingly discovers

thick splits of blood layers

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the bud

yet to see the sunlight

in foggy morning

she steps ahead

into the pain of frozen evening

Moonink Tanka Poetry Anthology, Eds. Tana Jackson and Lee Jackson, Dec 2020

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Wednesday, December 23, 2020


 

The Covid Visit

 

the word

largely phonated

quarantine

here, everywhere

across multi-dialects

 

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lockdown…

within four walls

I read

labels and writings

of antique collections

 

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in empty nest

the couple wonders

evening of life

staying apart for long

sleeps with loneliness 

 

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crescent moon…

from isolation ward

the old man

stares at the open sky

ray of hope from the distant stars


Musing During a Time of Pandemic: A World Anthology of Poems on Covid 19, 2020 (Ed. Christopher  Okemwa)

 

Saturday, December 19, 2020

 

Black Bamboo Haiku Anthology, 2020
 

Chapter Two: The Holy Grail of Haiku

 

Pravat Kumar Padhy has provided an elegant description of haiku. Pravat writes, “In all haiku writing, exploration of lightness (karumi) and creativeness (zoko) in nature is the main aspect. How to unveil the beauty in tiny objects and to express reverence to all are the resonances of haiku. A unique genre indeed!” This is perfectly stated by a true poet.

 

Many haikuists will one day have the satisfaction of writing one transcendental piece, three lines and seventeen syllables that are the Holy Grail, that resolve all koans, that lash together the Universe from the Big Bang to the present moment. The concept of subject and object will be pierced, overcome, and the distinction between poet and haiku will be eliminated. Such a haiku would serve as an epitaph worthy of Basho or Yeats.

 

Sound of breaking waves:

A spray of seawater shoots

Through the reef’s blowhole.

 

Kevin McLaughlin

 

Pravat Kumar Padhy is a scholar suffused with poetic vision and a feel for non-duality. His writings are a seminar of how to write and read a haiku. All haikuists, none more than I, would benefit from a close reading of his collection Cosmic Symphony.

 

neither a pine nor a fir,

I am a tendril

laying on the surface

 

half-moon in the sky

her body veiled in mixed

colours of clouds

 

it is tiny

because it nests with care

the mightiest in it

 

creation is mystical

vast value of life

compressed in a seed

 

            Pravat Kumar Padhy 

 

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Friday, December 4, 2020

 earthrise a new address from the distant orbit

 Presence #68, 2020 (Ed. Ian Storr)

 

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twilight sky

with tender darkness

patiently she waits

on the rocky edge

counting wave after wave

Presence #68 2020 (Ed. Alison Williams)