Hiroshima Day
in the friendship garden
flashes of koi

—Deborah P. Kolodji
        

About the author: Deborah P. Kolodji
Pasadena, California
dkolodji at aol.com

Deborah P Kolodji is the President of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and the editor of Amaze: The Cinquain Journal.

Her work has appeared in many journals, both on and off the web. Unfinished Book, her chapbook of haiku, cinquains, and other short poems, was published by Shadows Ink Publications.

 

Responses to the haiku for 6 August 2007 by Deborah P. Kolodji

  1.  
    2007-08-06 03:36:24
     

    Simple, but incredibly & beautifully evocative.

  2.  
    martin
    2007-08-06 04:38:21
     

    Hiroshima
    the tree’s shadow in the old wall

  3.  
    Dave Russo
    2007-08-06 10:00:03
     

    An appealing poem about a difficult subject. The implied reconciliation, decades after the bomb was dropped, seems true.

  4.  
    Dirk vanNouhuys (DHvN at wndd dot com)
    2007-08-06 10:02:46
     

    Sharp, bright, painful.

  5.  
    Nancy Nitrio
    2007-08-06 10:11:07
     

    Hiroshima--
    gone in a flash
    but never forgotten

  6.  
    2007-08-06 11:46:04
     

    Nagasaki
    the vapor of people
    on the bomb dome

    martin

  7.  
    Angelika Wienert
    2007-08-06 12:22:03
     

    yes, never forgotten

    that`s true!

  8.  
    2007-08-06 13:03:26
     

    we watched the blast
    from a picnic area
    on the edge of town

  9.  
    Felica S
    2007-08-06 14:59:55
     

    The line 'friendship garden' is very well placed and quite potent.
    Bravo!

  10.  
    2007-08-06 18:44:25
     

    Congrats on a beautiful Haiku!
    Best,
    James

  11.  
    judith ingram (super dot ingram at verizon dot net)
    2007-08-07 00:12:35
     

    Beautiful and evocative, Deborah.

    Sunny Sunday morning . . .
    While negotiating peace,
    Pearl Harbor

  12.  
    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2007-08-07 04:02:50
     

    good morning deborah, too soon all things come to past; with day's end, again we're plunged into darkness. and yet burning bright, the candle of friendship lights our path...

    -

    from darkness of despair
    winter becomes spring--
    garden of rememberance

    sunrise discouragement
    melting snow

    swimming
    cross this new flowing river
    a swan--

  13.  
    Lesley Dewar
    2007-08-07 08:51:03
     

    No sirens wailing
    Backpacks carry death unseen
    Weep for London, weep!

    Different times bring different pain.

  14.  
    Alan Summers
    2007-08-07 11:12:57
     

    A tough subject dealt with by a deceptively simple haiku, but it's one of those haiku with multi-layers and worth reading over and over again.

    Simply, a classic haiku, and very moving.

    Check martin's witness it link, if you can.

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