fragrant breeze
kids rush in to sell roses
at the traffic signals



—Kala Ramesh
        

About the author: Kala Ramesh is a performing vocalist in Indian Classical music. Coming from an extremely artistic and culturally rich South Indian family, Kala believes -- as her father is fond of saying -- that "the soil has to be fertile for the plant to bloom" and feels that she owes this poetic streak in her to her mother. A proud mother of two young adults, Kala lives with her husband in Pune, India.

 

Responses to the haiku for 20 July 2005 by Kala Ramesh

  1.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-07-20 09:42:13
     

    breeze
    eagle's shrill
    pierces the ears

  2.  
    2005-07-20 09:47:48
     

    wind collected
    in a jar upon a windowsill-
    a restless fragrance


    -- Felica
    www.purpleecho.com

  3.  
    Mary
    2005-07-20 10:42:56
     

    Lovely! I will remember this one.

  4.  
    Vasile Moldovan
    2005-07-20 11:25:24
     

    The dog wag one's tail...
    his mistress of the house smell
    of rose's perfume

  5.  
    lawrence williams
    2005-07-20 17:49:13
     

    kala,
    nice work. here's a little different take on the scene, one
    i wrote last year after being stuck in traffic on michigan
    ave in chicago.
    lawrence


    rush hour
    flower vendors stroll
    from car to car

  6.  
    kamesh
    2005-07-20 19:11:32
     

    Does this fragrant moment make a Haiku? This is just a faithful recording of a scene that happens over and over in any Indian city (or for that matter any developing country).

    Mary by calling it lovely has just romanticized child labour.

  7.  
    bobby michael richardson
    2005-07-20 20:01:27
     

    growing light -
    vendor's stand
    hot dogs, popcorn, corn dogs
    aroma fading

  8.  
    wolfgang metz
    2005-07-21 16:51:44
     

    kamesh,
    please forgive mary's naivete. remember, alot of americans
    are political children."" how else can one explain the
    reelection of of bush? americans tend to think everyone in the world lives like they do. they don't think in terms of
    child labor, they think in terms of, ""oh how cute.""


    too hot to wear...
    this shirt sewn in a sri lankan
    sweatshop"

  9.  
    kala ramesh
    2005-07-21 19:07:57
     

    Kamesh

    The answer to your 2 nd question …
    The first is for others to answer!

    at each traffic signal
    through the long year
    children beg -
    torn between
    to give or not . . .

    a tanka I wrote sometime back.
    this is the scene in India, and it is painful.

    I always ask these ‘flower’ children in Pune, whether they study, go to school -
    More than 60 % of them do.
    In their spare time they sell flowers.
    - kala

  10.  
    kala ramesh
    2005-07-21 21:10:02
     

    Like the breeze
    Unconcerned drivers
    Pass them by....

    Guha Krishnaswamy

  11.  
    kala ramesh
    2005-07-21 22:00:47
     

    that's a good one Guha - and so true.
    -kala

  12.  
    2005-07-22 09:16:22
     

    Hairy spastic man
    Selling roses at the corner
    Wakens the heart

  13.  
    JJ
    2005-07-22 15:52:27
     

    hiding behind
    the windscreen wiper---
    a thin man

  14.  
    kala ramesh
    2005-07-22 19:54:41
     

    such beautiful responses ...
    just goes to show that every art has a heart embedded
    inside -
    -kala

  15.  
    john tiong chunghoo
    2005-07-24 09:59:40
     

    fragrant breeze
    next door roses
    bow in the wind

  16.  
    2005-07-25 14:24:38
     

    Do you know that in that wide - world have a nice county called Albania. And now I am saying you that in that Country is developing in good way the shorter poem: Haiku"", that has begun to invade the world. we here have a good Haiku - Club and it is well - known in Europe and broadly.
    My haiku: winter scorched oakling. spring brings. the verdant mantle. my best wishes! Kujtim"

  17.  
    R.K.Singh
    2005-07-30 04:27:26
     

    Shivering in the cold
    youg boys sell balloons late night:
    New year revellers

  18.  
    bobby michael richardson
    2005-08-02 19:08:49
     

    wolfgang,

    part I

    think not i've taken offense to your comment, yet i feel the need to clarify the points you've attempted to make.

    retrogressing, i'm reminded of a female friend who made the statement, she knew the thought process of men.

    i think mary's words show not her being naive, but the unsuspecting innocence of youth, and the poetic manner in which kala expressed it; however, i sense the (naivete) within your words ...


    within the seeds
    who knew --
    were we to have white peonies

  19.  
    wolfgang metz
    2005-08-03 15:41:54
     

    bob,
    child labor is child labor is child labor.
    there's nothing lovely"" about kids
    working the street in 100 degree
    temperatures. by the way, those
    kids aren't working 40 hours a
    week. but let's turn back the clock
    a bit...


    appalachian dawn
    childrens faces
    dusted with coal dust"

  20.  
    bobby michael richardson
    2005-08-05 03:03:48
     

    wolfgang,
    100 degree weather, huh; the haiku was not about sweatshops.

    in my adolescence, i've bagged grocery, sold newspapers, watched my siblings, picked grapes, and etc.
    sweatshops, no; my being industrious.

    i knew/know the difference

    g. bush re-election, there is a process, regardless of it's faults, that continues to work, for lack of the perfect system.

    everyone could live as i do, just as everyone could live in your world.


    sunup,
    no different than so many before
    the jays return

  21.  
    Vasile Moldovan
    2005-08-07 06:03:37
     

    A little libret
    for
    Kala Ramesh

    A unseen poacher
    shooting a bird on the wing-
    my heart itself

    A lightning
    or a shooting star?
    The life ofa man...

    Celest music-
    the crickets cease
    to liesten to Kala

    Long after
    the sound was foded,
    her alive soul

    Last gesture
    of the swans' conductor-
    an unmoved hand

    Shut up!
    let's listen
    this silence

  22.  
    Anthony slauson
    2005-08-08 05:45:37
     

    children of the bush
    burning for shade
    but Free

  23.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-04-03 18:23:57
     

    noon-time blare of horns
    overweight panhandler
    on the street

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