Category Archives: Haiku
Soft Swift Fall, A Poem from My Book, “Between the Hours”
This poem is from the section “Dawn,” in my book “Between the Hours.” See here for further information on it, and look at this article for an explanation why I’m putting up a series of poems from my book. Thank … Continue reading
Lonely, A Poem from My Book, “Between the Hours”
This poem is from the section “Midday,” in my book “Between the Hours.” See here for further information on it, and look at this article for an explanation why I’m putting up a series of poems from my book. Thank … Continue reading
Stretching Out
How lovely, Through the torn paper window The Milky Way. -Issa (Blyth)
Brother Bat
The bat Lives hidden Under the broken umbrella. -Buson (Blyth)
Fellowship of Life
A drop of rain! The frog wiped his forehead with his wrist. -Issa (Nobuyuki Uyasa)
Love
A drowsy breeze sighs and the sky’s dry shell is filled with the voice of pines -Onitsura (tr. H. Behn)
Ineffable Beauty
A hair as white as the snow That a swan has flown over. -Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
Beginnings Abide in Ends
Dusk… Stars shining already between shores of cloud. -J.R.R. Tolkien, LOTR
Solomon’s Envy
In the midst of the plain Sings the skylark, Free of all things. -Basho (Blyth)
Devotion
When spring comes, many visitors enjoy themselves at the temple;When the flowers fall, only the monk who shuts the gate is left. -anon (tr. R. H. Blyth)
Letting Go
The skies seen in the dawn of spring, Seen with the moon of autumn, —Were they real? Were they a dream? Namuamida butsu! -Sonojo (Deathverse), (tr. R. H. Blyth)
Soft
Yield to the willowAll the loathing, all the desire Of your heart. -Basho (tr. R. Blyth)
A Flower
A flower of the camellia-tree fell, spilling its water. -Basho (tr. R. Blyth) I’m going to be putting up some favorite poems from haiku poets and zen poets over the next week or so. These are such wonderful poems, both beautiful … Continue reading
Looking Down, Up
Yellow dandelion dust on my sandals —a smile returns. -Kevin Trammel6/20/2021
Invasion
She pours out the last grains of rice from a clay urn. Gently she lays the cup inside and rests the lid back in place — its faint, empty drumming. __________________ -KT, 1/27/2020; based on the film, Ip Man
Haiku Morning
overcast like mourning robes five white horses on a small hill tears of rain soft upon the window
honesty
all alone on this beach I too am but a grain of sand – Johnny Baranski
haiku: winter lantern
toyon berries lambent flames in winter dun — tears of Diogenes
driving the canyon in winter fog
long blond grasses in canyon fog strung with crystal pearls