the greenhouse--
on the seed catalogue
a half eaten red apple

—Jörgen Johansson
        

About the author: My name is JÖRGEN JOHANSSON, living in Lidköping, Sweden, and I'm a member of the on-line CHERRY POETRY CLUB. I wrote my first haiku in April, 2001, and started, of course, to write in my native language, publishing a couple of haiku "pamphlets" on my own RIVER MAN publ. co. In March of 2003 I wrote my first haiku in English, and haven't looked back since; i now write DIRECTLY into English.

Responses to the haiku for 14 January 2005 by Jörgen Johansson

  1.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-01-14 00:40:12
     

    autumn garden
    children comparing
    persimmons

  2.  
    Mixx
    2005-01-14 06:21:06
     

    from the greenhouse
    carrying moonlight
    a white peony

  3.  
    kate (chrismomxyz at yahoo dot com)
    2005-01-14 07:28:50
     

    winter's orchard-
    the birds impatient
    for new pears

  4.  
    ed markowski (1elmarko at comcast dot net)
    2005-01-14 11:57:50
     

    well done.

    August sunset
    the deep red
    of an upturned radish

  5.  
    Vasile Moldovan (vaslemoldovan at yahoo dot com)
    2005-01-14 15:06:15
     

    After the breakfast,
    kernels of red apple precisely
    on the seed catalogue

  6.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-01-14 15:50:42
     

    barren field
    cross the horizon
    grey clouds
    growing, at the end of day

  7.  
    Michael Moore
    2005-01-14 18:14:28
     

    Tomato ripens
    on the window sill
    sun sets in the garden.

  8.  
    martin
    2005-01-19 15:40:03
     

    winter night
    the core of an apple
    full of seeds

  9.  
    L. Moore
    2005-01-20 12:40:34
     

    in the garden
    grandfather tutors
    generational seeds

  10.  
    Mixx
    2005-01-21 06:28:26
     

    against ancient skies
    unicorns in the garden
    alabaster spires

  11.  
    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2005-01-29 16:52:20
     

    tchaikovsky's concerto
    borne on winter winds ~
    her perfume lingers

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    stroll through the park
    my hand empty, now

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