About me
среда, 25 сентября 2019 г.
new haiku
the sunflowers are fading
on a crow’s wings
september chill
dozing butterfly --
for a long time
without you
breath of twilight
the chill from a
crow's wing
two clouds
side by side but pointing
different ways
cornflowers ,,,
the blue of sky
in my memories
on a crow’s wings
september chill
dozing butterfly --
for a long time
without you
breath of twilight
the chill from a
crow's wing
two clouds
side by side but pointing
different ways
cornflowers ,,,
the blue of sky
in my memories
воскресенье, 14 апреля 2019 г.
spring spots (haiku)
Four inches of snow fell overnight and no trace of a breeze on this March morning
more & more
in patchy sunlight
spring spots
a warm night
a quiet farewell
of the winter
behind the old fence
a gathering of snow
what is he waiting for?
clearer skies
it withers and breaks
crystal ice
noon heat . . .
snowy heap
pretending to be a spring
more & more
in patchy sunlight
spring spots
a warm night
a quiet farewell
of the winter
behind the old fence
a gathering of snow
what is he waiting for?
clearer skies
it withers and breaks
crystal ice
noon heat . . .
snowy heap
pretending to be a spring
Spring breath
park footpath
makes me want to dive
right into spring
accusing the spring
of foolishness…
morning mist
my despondency
basking in the spring sun
starts to bloom
суббота, 9 марта 2019 г.
new haiku
bad luck
every time she dream
of starting over
sound of the thaw—
blooming over the fence
rambling snowdrops
wet snow—
its landing place…
droplets
a soft melody:
in grandma's diary
the first buds
at night
she wakes me up . . .
apricot moon
every time she dream
of starting over
sound of the thaw—
blooming over the fence
rambling snowdrops
wet snow—
its landing place…
droplets
a soft melody:
in grandma's diary
the first buds
at night
she wakes me up . . .
apricot moon
среда, 6 марта 2019 г.
Shrovetide (new haiku )
March morning
smell of baking pancakes
a newish reality
Shrove Tuesday -
one odor of pancakes
changes another
fat Tuesday!
from every kitchen
a pancake ’s aroma
the kitchen table's
sharing my pancake with
the March sun
Shrove morning
I share the pancake
with my cat
smell of baking pancakes
a newish reality
Shrove Tuesday -
one odor of pancakes
changes another
fat Tuesday!
from every kitchen
a pancake ’s aroma
the kitchen table's
sharing my pancake with
the March sun
Shrove morning
I share the pancake
with my cat
воскресенье, 3 марта 2019 г.
March
Looking at window it might take a bit of imagination and faith to believe it's really Springtime.
grayscale morning --
you can't see spring
from here
you can't see spring
from here
Women Day
I tempts her
with my recipe
of apple pie
Women Day
your voice
in my head
all day snow
I discussing out my haiku
with a cat
пятница, 1 марта 2019 г.
New haiku
Haiku is an art form, and as such it manifests the emotional experience of individual writers in response to certain situations or stimuli or ideas.An artist is someone who tries to re-create the experience, in the mind and emotions of the reader/viewer/listener, through an artistic arrangement of words, of sounds, of shapes and movements.In the same time haiku is poetry - a literary art, and so open to literary analysis. It is also, of course, an intrinsically personal encounter, and personal preference is to be embraced, not suppressed.From this, we can see that criteria for judging a haiku, or indeed any art, must be based on whether the poem is successful in meeting any or all of these artistic ends: is it authentic? does it present an immanent encounter? does it re-create or re-present the experience for the reader?
“Haiku values” are traditional foundations, both Japanese and Western, due to which interest in a haiku has become what it is today and which will continue to shape the haiku tradition in the future. There are many ideals that are likened to each of the various forms of haiku. Not a single poem can embody all, or even most of these ideals. Each of us must decide for ourselves what is important in writing and evaluating a haiku
dead leafs
how memory of the past ...
their landing place
dripping eaves
old music composed
of icicles
ice fog
all I do today
learn how to fall
среда, 27 февраля 2019 г.
понедельник, 25 февраля 2019 г.
Haiku
snow dunes
sleeping among mirages
i dream of spring
howling wind -
in the bare trees hold
a frost note
from a new angle
winds thrash the trees,
a hole in the cloud
close windows
the old wall takes in all
the winter wind
sounding
the distant echo of
temple bell
sleeping among mirages
i dream of spring
howling wind -
in the bare trees hold
a frost note
from a new angle
winds thrash the trees,
a hole in the cloud
close windows
the old wall takes in all
the winter wind
sounding
the distant echo of
temple bell
New haiku
frozen earth
not enough songs
to fill the silence
bitter aftertaste
talking to each other
back to back
February snow
so many poems
in need of warm
tall pines
the steady sound
of winter wind
deep snow
one taciturn silence
around the mountain
not enough songs
to fill the silence
bitter aftertaste
talking to each other
back to back
February snow
so many poems
in need of warm
tall pines
the steady sound
of winter wind
deep snow
one taciturn silence
around the mountain
воскресенье, 13 января 2019 г.
the smell of snow…(new haiku)
winter darkness
a time of limitless
possibilities
January soiree -
blackcurrant flavour
flavoring my tea
another draft
wrapped in mist
my haiku
the cold
just when I think
this is how alone
an ant
faster than I am
step after step
a time of limitless
possibilities
January soiree -
blackcurrant flavour
flavoring my tea
another draft
wrapped in mist
my haiku
the cold
just when I think
this is how alone
an ant
faster than I am
step after step
пятница, 11 января 2019 г.
January snow (haiku)
clouds drift
a slice of moonlight
is hiding
half dark
about to rise again
a blizzard
a blizzard
her breathing renders
music of the spheres
nightfall
unfazed by the parting
moon and my shadow
a sparrow
splashes its wings -
January snow
a slice of moonlight
is hiding
half dark
about to rise again
a blizzard
a blizzard
her breathing renders
music of the spheres
nightfall
unfazed by the parting
moon and my shadow
a sparrow
splashes its wings -
January snow
среда, 9 января 2019 г.
New haiku
expecting frost ..
framed by white snow
beauty of the scenery
rose-colored dawn
dissipates footprints...
of night fog
expecting frost,
wrapped in mist
the blue sky
January rain ....
the depth
of my frustration
a bird’s shadow
touching my shadow…
my thoughts about God
framed by white snow
beauty of the scenery
rose-colored dawn
dissipates footprints...
of night fog
expecting frost,
wrapped in mist
the blue sky
January rain ....
the depth
of my frustration
a bird’s shadow
touching my shadow…
my thoughts about God
воскресенье, 6 января 2019 г.
New Years (New haiku)
a scent of champagne
I unwrap
new calendar
thunder of fireworks
carry off into the night
unfulfilled hopes
the true smile
of the Santa is hidden
under his beard.
Christmas Eve
the chants
of the temple bells
a bird’s shadow
touching my shadow…
my thoughts about God
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