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marți, 31 mai 2016

Haiku Master of the Month


Haiku Masters & Selection Committee:

 Michio Nakahara 

 Kit Pancoast Nagamura

 Toshio Kimura 

 Takashi Yasui 

http://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/tv/haiku_masters/#post

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYyJB3qAPa8 

A Hundred Gourds 5:3 June 2016



HAIKU
----------
steaming rain –
smell of apple pie
flooding the street 

x
ploaie cu spume -
un miros de plăcinte
inundă strada 

  http://www.ahundredgourds.com/ahg53/index53.html


UHTS, Cattails May 2016

după furtună -
botez epava bărcii
cu numele meu



Tanka
------- 
refugees
camping on the outskirts
of the village—
the sound of a violin
moaning at intervals

x

refugiați
amplasați la o margine
de sat—
se aude o vioară
din când în când


http://www.unitedhaikuandtankasociety.com/index.html 


 

duminică, 29 mai 2016

joi, 19 mai 2016

Ginyu, International Haiku Magazine No.70


Selected and commented by Ban'ya Natsuishi

1
stop the war!
the wheat sleeps
under snows
 
2
refugee camp -
a baby starts laughing
in his sleep
 
 
3
after a long rain
I walk the way that you left...
the moon full of mud


4
black balloon sky -
the sickle moon
gives it a prick
 
"Very nice haiku in English!Emotioan and intelligence well balanced in your haiku"
            
                       Ban'ya Natsuishi
 

duminică, 15 mai 2016

The Bamboo Hut - Spring 2016, Journal of English Language Tanshi



1
for the first time                 
on the seashore...
this photo got
several wrinkles
too


2
succesfull chemo...        
dead leaves
playing
with her hair
in the dark ginnel


3
black oil slick                            

washed up on the beach_
tourists
taking selfies
with the grounded fish

4
wind chugging...           
on a clot
of dead leaves,
a refugee woman
breastfeeding her baby
 
5                     
my life          
as the colorless fluid
of sky ...
a wounded crane looks
at the migrating flock
 

joi, 12 mai 2016

Revue & Éditions du tanka francophone, numéro 28 - juin 2016

 Thème de la nuit, sélection de 27 tanka sur 94 reçus



1
Le gong de minuit                          
fait tomber les ailes de l'horloge
une après l'autre...
je tiens à t'écrire quelques lignes
mais c'est l'encre qui tremble

2

Des réfugiés                                  
qui passent leurs jours de grissaille
en plein air...
quelqu'un joue de la flûte
jusqu'à l'aube