Whats Does the Basho Haiku After Heavy Winds This Morning Once Again the Peppers Are Crimson

Did I accept any idea what I was getting myself into when I appear this topic? No, I did not. I had no idea that and then many people would send me so much varied and astonishing poetry about dragonflies. Just as I had no thought at that place were and then many kinds of dragonflies until I started doing a little (okay, a lot) of inquiry…

I'll launch into the poesy in a minute, but first off, for those amid yous who like me have to know every. single. thing. there is to know. about something before you lot can maybe just savor reading about it (yeah, we are annoying)… here is the Wikipedia commodity on dragonflies (which fascinatingly contains an entire section on the role dragonflies play in Japanese culture and fifty-fifty references haiku) and here is the page on dragonfly kigo from Gabi Greve'southward Earth Kigo Database.

Okay, I'll shut upward now and let y'all enjoy this dream of dragonflies.

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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aki no ki no akatombo ni sadamarinu

The kickoff of fall,
Decided
Past the red dragon-fly.

— Shirao, translated past R.H. Blyth
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toogarashi hane o tsukereba akatonbo

red pepper
put wings on it
ruddy dragonfly

— Basho, translated past Patricia Donegan

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

a dragonfly lands
on a stranded paper boat…
summertime's end

— Polona Oblak, Crows and Daisies

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within his armful
of raked leaves
this lifeless dragonfly

— Kirsten Cliff, Swimming in Lines of Haiku

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(Artwork and poetry by Rick Daddario, 19 Planets)

dragonflies
the soft blur of time
in some other land

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(Photograph by Jay Otto)

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out of myself just briefly dragonfly

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adding a touch
of blueish to the breeze –
dragonfly
(Magnapoets Issue four July 2009)

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fading light –
everything the dragonfly
has to say

— Paul Smith, Newspaper Moon

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(Artwork past Amy Smith, The Spider Tribe's Blog)

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a reddish darter
skims the mirror-lake…
your lips on mine
tomorrow
may never come
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twisting and turning
a dragonfly splits
a ray of light …
he says he loves me
in his own manner

(Simply Haiku Winter 2011)
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catching
the blue eye of the breeze
dragonfly

(Simply Haiku Spring 2011)

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— Claire Everett, At the Edge of Dreams

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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on the water lily
remains of a dragonfly
forenoon stillness

(Evergreen English Haiku, 1995)
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from sedge
to sedge to sedge
dragonfly
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with a few brushstrokes the dragonfly comes alive
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fall dragonfly
waning
like the moon
a few scarlet leaves
silently fall
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— Pamela A. Babusci

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(Artwork by Rick Daddario, 19 Planets)

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Dragonfly ascent
everything shining
in the wind
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Gilded dragonflies
crisscross the air in silence:
summer dusk
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A cirrus sky
i hundred dark dragonflies
with golden wings

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— Kris Lindbeck, Haiku Etc.

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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The dragon-fly,
It tried in vain to settle
On a blade of grass.

— Basho, translated by R.H. Blyth
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The dragon-fly
Perches on the stick
That strikes at him.

— Kohyo, translated by R.H. Blyth
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the instant it flies up
a dragonfly
loses its shadow

— Inahata Teiko (1931-), translated by Makoto Ueda

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(Artwork by Rick Daddario, nineteen Planets)

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red dragonfly
on my shoulder, what
rank exercise I take?
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spiderweb down,
a damselfly touches
my lips

— Michael Nickels-Wisdom
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born in the year
of the dragon-
fly!

— Mary Ahearn

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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sunset
from the tip of my shoe
the red dragonfly

(Southward by Southeast eighteen:2)

dew on grasses
the dragonflies
are gone
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in a contraction
of light
dragonfly
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— Donna Fleischer, word pond

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(Poetry past Melissa Allen; illustration clip art)

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through and through the gate dragonfly

— Melissa Allen

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coupling dragonflies
at break-neck speed—
HOT!

(Mod Haiku 35.ane)

— Susan Diridoni

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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on the dried husk
that was an iris bloom
black dragonfly
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we came hither
seeking confinement
the loon
the dragonfly
and the speedboat

— Christina Nguyen, A wish for the sky…

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(Artwork past Kitagawa Utamaro: "Ruby-red Dragonfly and Locust [Aka tonbo and Inago]", from Picture Book of Selected Insects with Crazy Poems [Ehon Mushi Erabi]). From the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City.)

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this cursory life a dragonfly
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dragonfly
where in that location is h2o
a path
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— angie werren, feathers

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tombô ya ni shaku tonde wa mata ni shaku

dragonfly–
flying two feet
then two feet more

— Issa, translated past David K. Lanoue

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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a break in the rain…
the stillness
of the dragonfly

— sanjuktaa, wild berries

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dragonfly—
how much of me
practise you lot encounter?

— Alegria Majestic, jornales

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noonday heat
dragonflies slice
the nonetheless air

(South by Southeast Vol. 12 #one)

— T.D. Ingram, @haikujots (on twitter)

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evening breeze
teetering on its perch
a red dragonfly



(Haiku Pix Review, summer 2011)

.— G.R. LeBlanc, Drupe Blue Haiku

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high notes
a ruby dragonfly skims
across the sound

— Margaret Dornaus, Haiku-Doodle

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(Haiga by Polona Oblak, Crows and Daisies)

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the heat
between downpours
blue dragonflies

— Marking Holloway, Beachcombing for the Landlocked

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Steel blueish flash
flies wing
drifts
— Robert Mullen

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dragonfly dreams
the infirmary intercom
repeats her name
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with the password
to her sanity
darting dragonfly
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iridescent dragonfly
hard to come across
how her Ph.D. matters
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tell me the old stories
one last fourth dimension
convalescent dragonfly
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discharge papers
the dragonfly returns domicile
on new meds
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letting go of her walker
she lifts into the night sky
dragonfly
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— Susan Antolin, Artichoke Season

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Multimedia Interlude:

Sick of everything effectually here being flat and quiet?  I found some moving stuff that makes noise for yous likewise.

• Kickoff, in that location's this amazing (very) short picture by Paul Kroeker of the last moments of a dragonfly's life, which I discovered via Donna Fleischer at give-and-take pond. Information technology'due south set to music and is incredibly compelling:

http://www.petapixel.com/2011/08/xi/spontaneous-and-creative-short-film-of-a-dying-dragonfly-shot-with-a-canon-7d/

• Second, there are several versions of the well-known Japanese folk song (I hateful, well-known to the Japanese) Aka Tombo, which means "Red Dragonfly." This is plain an indispensable part of every Japanese child's upbringing. There are an nearly infinite number of variations of this on YouTube and so if these four aren't enough for you, feel free to go noodling around over there looking for more.

Female vocalists

Male vocalists

Instrumental

With upbeat dance backing track added

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and on this general theme…

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perched on bamboo grass
the low notes
of a dragonfly

(Haiku inspired past Tif Holmes's Photo-Haiku Projection:  http://tifholmesphotography.com/cphp/2011/07/july-2011-series-entry-eleven/)

— Kathy Nguyen (A~Lotus), Poetry past Lotus

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for when even
the music stops—
dragonfly wings

— Aubrie Cox, Yay words!

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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mid-forenoon
a dragonfly and I
bound for Mississippi
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in and out of view
the computer-drawn dragonfly
on the web folio

— Tzetzka Ilieva
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dragonfly
at lx miles per hr
those giant eyes

— Johnny Baranski

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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first impressions
a dragonfly hovers
earlier landing

— Cara Holman, Prose Posies

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— Linda Papanicolaou, Haiga Online

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In this forest glade
The snail gone, a dragonfly lights
On the mushroom cap

— P. Allen

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'Oh!  Catch it!'

'I heard they swallow their own tails'

When I was a kid, living on an Air Strength base in Okinawa, information technology was a common belief, amid the elementary school gear up, a dragonfly would eat itself if yous defenseless information technology and fed it its ain tail.  I looked online and didn't find any references to this notion and then maybe we were all sniffing the skilful Japanese glue.

Anyway, even though we constantly snagged lizards and grasshoppers and cicadas, I never saw whatsoever one ever catch a dragonfly, as mutual as they were.

dragonfly
nosotros play in the puddles
afraid to become close

— Steve Mitchell, Mind Not Steve

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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dragonfly—
wings vibrating
on the stone face
(From the sequence "Ten Haiku: For the Dodge Tenth Anniversary Hike" in The Monkey's Face up)

dragonfly
on my fingernail
looks at me
(From Wind in the Long Grass, edited by William J. Higginson [Simon & Schuster, Books for Young Readers, 1991])

— Penny Harter, Penny Harter homepage,  A Poet'due south Alphabestiary, Etc.

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An old tree
No bud and no leaf
full of dragonflies.

— @vonguyenphong22 (on Twitter)

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neti neti
a dragonfly hums
raga Megh
(raga Megh(a)=a raga for the monsoon season. Neti neti= a cardinal expression from the Upanishads: "not this nor this" or "not this nor that" alluding to the essence of things.)
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"the sky'due south gone out"
on the radio – and then
a dragonfly
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dragonfly –
I marking an unpaid bill
"afterwards"

— Johannes S.H. Bjerg, 2 tongues/2 tunger

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(Photo by Melissa Allen)

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in and out the reeds
a blue dragonfly
female parent keeps sewing
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stitching
h2o and sky together
–       damselflies

— Paganini Jones, http://www.pathetic.org/library/5644

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boys playing games
stones miss the darning needle

— Jim Sullivan, haiku and commentary and tales
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dragonfly heading to the lemon hanging in the sun

— Gene Myers, genemyers.com, @myersgene (on Twitter)

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(Artwork by Kitagawa Utamaro, "Dragonfly and Butterfly," from A Selection of Insects)

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bluetail damselfly
escapes the empty cottage
where children one time played
(1st identify Kiyoshi Tokutomi Memorial Haiku Competition 2009)
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on the bus
to the children's museum
offset dragonfly

— Roberta Beary, Roberta Beary

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flitting idly
from blossom to flower
a blue damsel
lights upon the lotus
unfolding iridescence

— Margaret Dornaus, Haiku-Doodle

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(Photo by Jay Otto)

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dark waters
a dragonfly dreaming
its reflection
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iridescent wings
the flying parts of
the dragon

— Stella Pierides, Stella Pierides
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silhouetted dragonfly
reeds pierce the moon
(The Mainichi Daily News, May 30, 2009)

— Martin Gottlieb Cohen

Dearest readers,

I know you're probably sick of me by now after my interminable rambling about HNA, simply here'southward your adventure to get your revenge by making me read your writing for a change.

Remember back final month when nosotros all went crazy for mushrooms? Mushroom haiku. Mushroom tanka. Mushroom haiga. Mushroom photos. Mushroom drawings. It was and so much fun I feel like doing it over again. No, non with mushrooms. I think we've played out mushrooms. Wonderful as they are.

Then how about … dragonflies?

Yes, I practice have a vested interest in dragonflies. And I e'er experience like I don't run across enough dragonfly haiku. Issa wrote a lot of them, which makes me happy, but more recently I feel like their currency has fallen off. And you guys always surprise me. In a good way. I'd love to see what you have to say about dragonflies.

Not to mention, I accept a large collection of dragonfly photos and artwork all ready to back-trail your bright words. It'll be awesome.

In one case over again, I'm taking haiku, tanka, and haiga. Published or unpublished. You tin send them to reddragonflyhaiku AT gmail DOT com.

Deadline: Sunday Baronial 14. (They'll be posted adjacent week sometime.)

The fine print:

1. If I post poems on my blog, they count equally published for the purposes of most journals' editorial policies, then don't send me anything you are hoping to publish in an edited journal.

2. Yous volition retain all rights to your piece of work afterward information technology has appeared here. I will non publish it anywhere else or postal service it here more than than once unless we make other arrangements to do and so.

iii. Make sure you send me whatsoever name you want your verse form signed with and any link(s) y'all want me to include — to a weblog, website, Twitter feed, whatever.

iv. If your poem has been published, make sure to send me the publishing credits because publishers similar it when you credit them.

5. Also, I can't guarantee to post everything people ship me, sorry. (What if I get 500 of these things? I won't, but what if?)

6. Over again: Borderline: Sunday, Baronial 14, 2011. Midnight, wherever you are. (Nobody in the world is more than seven or eight hours behind me, so any I come across in my inbox when I get up on Mon morning is it.)

7. Feel free to spread the give-and-take well-nigh this request to your friends and enemies.

eight. Any other questions or comments? That's what the comments box is for. Or the electronic mail accost higher up.

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Thanks in advance for the wings,

Melissa

o-matsuri no akai dedachi no tombo kana

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The dragonfly,
dressed in ruby,
off to the festival

— Issa, translated by Robert Hass

Yes, that is my front door. Aye, that is a red dragonfly door knocker next to it. Yes, I do have a perfectly functional doorbell. And a door to knock on. Simply if you ever come up to my house you must use the ruddy dragonfly door knocker that my sis gave me for my birthday, because otherwise how will I know that there is a haiku enthusiast standing outside?

I'thousand leaving my house and my door knocker today to go to Seattle for Haiku North America. Will try to report back at intervals. Stay tuned.

every seed he plants a finger inserted deep
into

soil
that's what we phone call the dirt
we don't believe
in

fact
that dragonfly is me

Hi haiku folk,

This is the beginning of National Library Week in the U.South. I don't care where you lot alive, you are going to be celebrating this with me, because in case it hadn't registered with you before, I am studying to exist a librarian when I grow up. (In case, you know, the whole fame-and-fortune-through-haiku thing doesn't pan out for me.)

So here's my obligatory public service announcement: Delight do your part to support libraries so that I will be able to find a job when I graduate from library school so that we can facilitate the gratuitous flow of information that is necessary to the health of a democratic society. Or something.

… No, seriously. I know you lot all probably beloved libraries already, merely in case you didn't know, a lot of politicians don't. They call back libraries are frivolous institutions that exist but to provide a lot of namby-pamby middle-grade people with books of poetry (honestly, could annihilation be more than…irrelevant…than poetry?) and the latest romance novels. They don't see whatsoever relationship between the health of libraries and the health of the economy. They think everyone gets their information from the Internet these days anyway. They'd rather spend the greenbacks on bombers.

Guess what? More than people use libraries at present than ever before. In America, a huge percent of the population has admission to the Internet only through their public library. Librarians aid them await for jobs, figure out how to pay their taxes (did you hear that, politicians?), study to become more qualified for jobs, determine whether those emails from the nice Nigerian businessman are actually legitimate, and yes, occasionally even obtain impress and audiovisual materials that improve their lives in a myriad of ways. And that'southward just public libraries. Don't go me started on all the other kinds.

So if y'all oasis't been to the library in a while, why non make a trip this week? And say something squeamish to the librarian. And if you happen to run into your local legislator somewhere, tell him or her about all the stuff I said. Forget the bombs…bring on the books.

(Note: Because this web log believes in truth in advert, all the breathy public service announcements promoting libraries in today's column will be printed in bold. Enjoy.)

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Haiku of the Week

A couple of peachy cerise dragonfly haiku showed upwards in my feed reader this week. Because I am shamelessly self-centered, they get to go beginning.

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From Dejeuner Break:

water aerobics-
the red dragonfly
flitting by

— gillena cox 2011

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From run into haiku hither (every bit always, includes a haiga that must be seen):

red dragonfly —
I am now alive
admiring the height of sky

— Natsume, Soseki (with haiga by Kuniharu Shimizu)

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Next in order of priority are the cherry blossom haiku. Japanese cherry bloom haiku. Need I say more? Both of these are from Blue Willow Haiku World.

From March 31:

花冷えの鍵は鍵穴にて響く      冨田拓也
hanabie no kagi wa kagiana nite hibiku
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cherry blossom chill
a key resonates
in the primal hole

— Takuya Tomita, translated past Fay Aoyagi

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From April ii:

文字は手を覚えてゐたり花の昼               鴇田智哉
moji wa te o oboete itari hana no hiru
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characters retrieve
who wrote them
ruby-red blossom afternoon

— Tomoya Tokita, translated by Fay Aoyagi

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Okay, the residual of y'all can be seated now.

From La Calebasse (lamentable, no translation today, but French actually isn't a difficult linguistic communication to learn — run along now and option up some instructional tapes from your local library):

la première abeille
jusqu'au quatrième étage
pour la première fleur

— Vincent Hoarau

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From sometime pajamas: from the clay hut:

Bustle, children we could not have  //  Come cross the lotus bridge //
Play with female parent nether the plum tree

— Alan Segal

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From Mann Library's Daily Haiku:

spring plowing
a flock of blackbirds
turns inside out

— Tom Painting

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From Crows & Daisies:

a housefly
on the revenue enhancement form…
all solar day pelting

— Polona Oblak

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From jornales:

magnolia petals
in the wind—
the rush at my wedding

— Alegria Imperial

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From Morden Haiku — a great echo of Basho'south famous haiku:

day after day
on the inspector'southward face
the inspector's mask

— Matt Morden

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From Beachcombing for the Landlocked:

following their directions i find myself in someone else'south lost

— Matt Holloway

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From haiku-usa:

long afternoon

a squirrel's leap

from tree to tree

— Bill Kenney

(Bill'southward helpful kigo note: "Like 'long day,' 'long afternoon' is a traditional spring kigo. To exist sure, summer days are longer however, but our sensation that the days are growing longer is a phenomenon of spring.")

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From Haiku Brigand Society:

the queue come full stop
a stolen glance
at the nape of her neck

— William Sorlien

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From Daily Haiga (with, naturally, a haiga…get look, pretty delight)

summertime solstice
i touch it
4 times

— Brendan Slater

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Wonders of the Spider web

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Springtime with Issa

Tom Clark of Beyond the Pale gives us an explosion of Issa leap haiku, accompanied past astonishing photography. Just go read it and await at it and breathe. We made it through again. (This link courtesy of Don Wentworth . He ever knows about the coolest stuff. Probably considering he'south a librarian.)

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Asahi Haikuist Network

Sheesh. Somebody should have told me about this a while ago…a whole cavalcade in a Japanese paper featuring English-language haiku. In that location's a different theme for every biweekly issue, which includes commentary by the editor, David McMurray. (Yous tin can ship him your ain haiku — run across the directions at the bottom of every cavalcade.)

Stacking firewood
my son wants to know
all about tsunami

–Ralf Broker (Federal republic of germany)

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"Chances"

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On the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page the other day, Alan Summers shared a link to an astonishing animated haiku presentation by Jeffrey Winke, and now I have to get in that location every single twenty-four hour period and stare at information technology. Very moving haiku. In both senses of the word "moving."

cooling grasses
tears that get-go in her eyes
run down my face

— Jeffrey Winke

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At the Border of Silver and Tacky: Meet Ed Baker

Ed Baker is a sui generis poet whose poesy sometimes looks similar haiku and sometimes like itself; he likes to call a lot of what he writes "shorties," which works for me. He'south also a painter and a sculptor. You should get to know him a lilliputian bit, which y'all tin can practice by going to visit him with Geof Huth of dbqp: visualizing poetics. Geof spent a day with Ed a few years ago and has the photos to testify it. (Thanks to Joseph Hutchison over at The Perpetual Bird for sharing this link.)

After (or beforehand, I suppose, might be even ameliorate), you should get over to Ed's own site and read what he writes. Similar this:

far beyond___frog___moon leaps

— Ed Baker, from Neighbor Book half dozen Afterwards

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How To Become Rid Of Your Money

An anonymous haiku fan who apparently has some spare cash (I knew in that location had to exist at least one!) has offered to triple any donations given to The Haiku Foundation in the month of April. So if yous got a bigger revenue enhancement refund than you expected and you have all the groceries y'all need for a while, yous could send them some money to fund, yous know…haiku stuff.

(Then if y'all take any more than spare money? In that location'south this deserving not-quite-immature-anymore haiku poet and blogger who's accepting donations to fund her lavish haiku-writing lifestyle. Contact me for details most where to postal service the check…)

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Expressionless Tree News

I really hope I've mentioned this before, just all the women out at that place in the Haikuverse need to think well-nigh submitting your best haiku (and senryu) to Aubrie Cox for her groundbreaking album of women'south English-language haiku. The deadline is Apr 15th. The relevant email address is paperlanternhaiku AT gmail DOT com and you lot should include 5 to fifteen poems, your proper noun, country, a brief bio of 150 words or less, and whatever applicative publication credits of submitted poems.

When Aubrie started this projection she mentioned that although no anthology of women's English-language haiku had yet been assembled, Makoto Ueda had put together a fine ane of Japanese women's haiku, chosen Far Across the Field. Then I got it and I've been wandering through it delightedly for the last month or so. It'southward a physically lovely object, tall and narrow and outwardly dressed in spring light-green, with lots of white space within to create room for idea around every haiku. There'south lots of infinite for thought effectually every poet, too; Ueda has created a substantial section for each woman with a preceding brief disquisitional and biographical essay.

I don't desire to blather on almost this too much because the haiku stand on their ain, and if you're interested you should notice yourself a re-create of the book. (This is a link to the WorldCat library itemize, which will assistance you detect a copy of this book at a library near y'all.) I'll simply throw out a few of my favorites to brand your mouth h2o and and so run away and leave you hanging, because I'k heartless that way.

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the butterfly
behind, earlier, behind
a woman on the road
— Chiyojo
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lost in the wood —
only the sound of a leaf
falling on my hat
— Tagami Kikusha
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no longer seeking
the sun, a magnificent
sunflower
— Takeshita Shizunojo
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home from blossom viewing —
as I disrobe, many straps
cling to my torso
— Sugita Hisajo [1919]

[Ueda'due south note: "Kyoshi said at the time that this was a adult female'southward haiku that no man could imitate."]

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the baby carriage
and the wild waves
adjacent in summer
— Hashimoto Takako

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upwardly on a hydro pole
the electrician turns
into a cicada
— Mitsuhashi Takajo

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their lives last
only while aflame —

a woman and a pepper-pod
— Mitsuhashi Takajo

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at jump dawn
something I've spat out
gleams serenely
— Ishibashi Hideno

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a human being enters
the room, disturbing the odor
of daffodils
— Yoshino Yoshiko

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the instant it flies up
a dragonfly
loses its shadow
— Inahata Teiko

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saffron in flower—
the moving picture yesterday
murdered a man
— Uda Kitoko

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each fresh mean solar day
inflicting new wounds
on a white peony
— Kuroda Momoko

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with a pencil
I torture an ant
on the desk-bound at dark
— Katayama Yumiko

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choosing a swimsuit —
when did his eyes
supersede mine?
— Mayuzumi Madoka

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Thank you for your attention, folks…Hey, where did everybody go? Oh, to the library? That'southward all right, so.

what dives
in the water
red as a cardinal

usual syllables
haiku
for venus

haiku monastery
seen because flowers
have gone

folding knives
and pockets
in french republic

antique geisha screenprint
missing
left hands

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It'due south the terminate of a long, draining week. I thought we (at least we here in the U.S.) could all apply some entertainment, and an opportunity to take ourselves non quite as seriously as usual.

So: The thing all these haiku take in common is that, conspicuously, they are not haiku. They are some of the eccentric search strings that have led people to this page from Google. I like to entertain myself by trying to imagine what was going through people'due south minds when they entered these searches, and by what tortured logic the search engine directed them here in a vain attempt to fulfill their information needs.

I accept a large drove of other search strings, virtually of which practice not lend themselves and then easily to existence converted to pseudohaiku. Some of them are quite beautiful, though. Some are thought-provoking, probably in a way their author did not intend. Some I'm thinking of using every bit writing prompts in the future. ("Poems most bad wolves"? Aye, I would read a poem about bad wolves.)

Here are a few of them. Bask. And take a few deep breaths this weekend.

the dragonfly country on you volition they bite me or sting me

garden, fog, crescent moon, and stars

full moon and sleepless nights

haiku dragon shy rock

poems about bad wolves

why are the dragonflies red

why was the moon carmine last night

meaning of seeing a red dragonfly

"anxiety" "rustling leaves" "simile"

snowboarding villanelles

caterpillar incense cedar sphinx

galliherthantly62.blogspot.com

Source: https://haikuproject.wordpress.com/tag/dragonflies/

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