My name is kirsty karkow. My husband and I live on the coast of Maine, enjoying all that nature has to offer, including inspiration for haiku. My haiku have been fortunate enough to win prizes and be published in 5
countries: USA, Canada, Australia, Japan and Croatia.
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Aha…here a pine learns of a poet from the poet. Basho would love this. ;-) I like how an alternate reading has her undressing this knotty pine. Doubly naughty!
HEY, I found ya! Will search for more of your expertise. You have perfected this genre, Kirsty. Knotty girl! :) Still love you, Say HI to hubby for me. I have pines behind my house, so I can relate to your sensuality in this beautiful haiku.
naughty!
Not sure here. Need some dialouge though realize it should not be necessary nor is it recomended.
You view the knots as eyes?
Recall when missing knots atracted eyes, no offense, age 14.
I like this… simple, yet playful. Thank you.
well I like both, the humor and playfullness in this
haiku, and there is a clear seasonal reference
as well. Nice Kirsty
Gene
A lovely little haiku with touching emotional response and sensibility.
Please don’t misunderstand me I enjoyed it. The eyes have it.
“doodlebugs
only the wind is heard
blowing in the pines”
suju takano
or was it my whistling
an afterthought-
sexuality
does sell
Autumn wind
a beetle crawls out of a tree stub
Anyone want to renga here?
Aha…here a pine learns of a poet from the poet. Basho would love this. ;-) I like how an alternate reading has her undressing this knotty pine. Doubly naughty!
kirsty,
so imaginative and original.
pineapples’ eyes
blindman who wishes to taste them
asks seller not to cut them out
nude beach…
down to my sandals
in a private stall
HEY, I found ya! Will search for more of your expertise. You have perfected this genre, Kirsty. Knotty girl! :) Still love you, Say HI to hubby for me. I have pines behind my house, so I can relate to your sensuality in this beautiful haiku.
this haiku is open to many possibilities…it brought many images into my head. thank you.
her nighttime stroll –
whistling pines
winking stars
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