bright sky still holding half of the darkness
Blo͞o Outlier Journal, Inaugural Issue, December 2020 (Ed. Alan Summers)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1SdwR7QdRK7QP73c3ezhCEWBf5I4r8AGb/view
Sunday, December 27, 2020
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
****
**** ****
lockdown…
within four walls
I read
labels and writings
of antique collections
****
**** ****
in
empty nest
the
couple wonders
evening
of life
staying
apart for long
sleeps
with loneliness
****
**** ****
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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