spring carnival: 
after much haggling, I win 
the laughing Buddha 


—Kala Ramesh
        

I was told that I need to bargain in Hong Kong!

First published in Haiku Harvest - Spring 06

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 31 May 2006 by Kala Ramesh

  1.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-05-31 03:03:47
     

    spring night
    date's end
    much small talk
    she called me...
    friend

  2.  
    Magyar
    2006-05-31 10:46:58
     

    spring morning nest
    broken shells
    beaks point to life

    Kala... we see and laugh... with Budda

  3.  
    2006-05-31 11:38:47
     

    spring carnival:
    after much haggling, I win
    the laughing Buddha

    I like the way you have "I win" on the middle line, almost as if the Buddha is laughing at something else you've won. (-;

  4.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-05-31 17:00:56
     

    spring night
    much small talk
    date's end
    she calls me...
    friend

  5.  
    Bill Kenney
    2006-05-31 18:35:17
     

    in the window
    of a religious goods store—
    Jesus smiles

  6.  
    Collin Barber
    2006-05-31 22:09:18
     

    Kala,

    Congratulations on your selection for editor's choice of the June Nest! It's quite fitting that your haiku is the tinywords haiku today.

    Keep up the good work,

    Collin

  7.  
    kala ramesh
    2006-06-04 23:44:10
     

    Hi Everybody,

    Thanks a ton for your responses.
    Collin i was clean bowled by Heron's Nest award!!

    Warmly,
    kala

  8.  
    b.m.r.
    2009-06-11 18:25:35
     

    magyar, amazing how life's paths do at times intertwine. on a recent visit home, while walking cross the yard, there at my feet this broken blue eggshell, from a robin i supposed; having successfully survived it's entrance into this world, albeit today where does this fledgling fly...

    -

    overgrown grass--
    withered rose in the shadows
    this blue eggshell fragment

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