empty bus stop
the song of crickets
becomes stronger
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Israel López Balan
I'm a mexican buddhist with a jewish name and mayan-spanish last names, who writes japanese haiku in english... What a cocktailized world!
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just lovely. . . that ‘s’ resonates beautifully
– k/-la
Vasile, again I look at your haiku and am drawn to it. There is much about it that makes me think of Emily Dickinson.
Kutjim, your haiku resonates, literally and figuratively. Nice work.
just lovely. . . that ‘s’ resonates beautifully
– k/-la
Israel: I can hear those crickets
August sky
the bus stop empty
except for the sun
Israel, I think a cocktailized world might be the best of all things.
end of summer
new shoes
sharpened pencils
Israel,
how interesting your background is. I can see the empty school bus.
first day of school
traffic jam
walking home alone
silence, through the darkness
the rage of katrina —
those wind chimes
Correction:
new shoes
sharpened pencils
end of summer
Father priest,
please, stop the divine service:
the crickets are singing!
evening bus stop
returning birds drown out
our conversation
Vasile, bravo!
Forest at December’s end.
The wind is arguing
with the bare woods.
Vasile, again I look at your haiku and am drawn to it. There is much about it that makes me think of Emily Dickinson.
Kutjim, your haiku resonates, literally and figuratively. Nice work.
Enjoyed revisiting your haiku! ;-)
Alan
http://www.withwords.org.uk
sounding of the bell
along empty streets–
cooling fog rolls in