I started composing haiku last year inspired by the work of my American penpal. Ever since I have encountered and been impressed by so many beautiful English language haiku made by poets from all around the world. I feel very happy and honored to know as a Japanese this poem that originated in Japan is loved this much in the world.
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Keiko, you are good. Two instant responses from me–the insult of sticking out the tongue instantly replaced by the wonder, the taste of the cold, the innocence of a child! Bravo!
great. exactly what a haiku should be. keep writing
keiko. your’s is a very refreshing voice. from here in
the land of snow ( it’s snowing right now ) a compliment
to your wonderful poem…
Keiko . . . your poem evokes memories for so many people. For me, I remember a fuzzy, black puppy experiencing her first snow. Looking out my window, I could see her, mouth open, snapping at the elusive snow flakes. And I thought . . . how many of us in our lives are trying to catch the snowflakes.
Judith
this haiku brims with joy & innocence.
a true masterpiece of simplicity. here
in munising, michigan, there’s 31
inches of snow on the ground. it snows
early and often & we love it!
yooper nils
halloween snow
the olympic skier
skis to the porch
This latest contribution to
tinywords is a delight. But, isn’t it time we all moved on? Missing a daily dose therefore must create vis-a-vis on my own:
pale heavenly pond
sometimes full yet often not
visible above
Mixx, thank you for speaking out, and dear editor, please move on to a new poem. I too look forward to reading other poets’ work as soon as possible. Thank you.
Nice. Very Nice.
On my second read I pictured the child sticking (her) tongue out at the snow. Wishing for summer as she walks by the first sign of winter.
wonderful haiku, thanks again, but please, don’t let this one be the last!
thanks to everyone for sending in their haiku, and giving me something to read almost daily.
Mixx, you go!! Bravo to comment in haiku. And to add my voice, it’s time for new entries. Truly, I am worried about our editor; did his roof strike him down or perhaps the flu.
Ed, I like the first version best. Is that okay? Both of them, however, give the flavor of the moment.
I too, am concerned about our editor. Every day, I turn to tinywords looking for a new poem. I hope he is not sick but off on vacation somewhere, having a WONDERFUL time !
My first post above refers to our editor. His name is Dylan Tweney and he is well. See his blog at http://chaosandcon.blogspot.com/ He’s been building(rebuilding) a house under some very trying circumstances.
Perhaps, in the future, he would hire an assistant or find a volunteer to take over the running this wonderful site when he is unavailable.
Is there no one who stays in the same town- city as Dylan?
It looks like there is some serious trouble here. . . maybe we should try to talk to him or some thing?
I stay too far away [ in India] to be of any use in this situation.
I agree, Kala. If we could just know what is going on????? I am so glad, however, that many continue to send their poems.
I do wish that when people sign their names, they would also list where they come from. This, I believe, would give us a better insight as to where they are coming from in every sense of the word.
Judith Ingram, Philadelphia, PA USA
Keiko, you are good. Two instant responses from me–the insult of sticking out the tongue instantly replaced by the wonder, the taste of the cold, the innocence of a child! Bravo!
Great haiku..I believe the snowflake is the universal snack of children.
Christmas tree-man..
slowly, walking toward…
his severed forest
Very vivid Keiko. Love it.
Snowflakes melting on
tongue – tiny morsels taste
enormously of youth.
beautiful.
heavy snow
the geisha’s
red kimono
just beautiful!
Acupuncturist walks by
Sees snow loving tongue
Diagnoses joy profound
On the child’s red tongue
the snow flack melting
in a moment
Love the haiku!
It reminds me of when I rushed out recently to catch the snow before it became slushed up by traffic.
No one poked a tongue out at me though!
snow flurry
a child thrusts his anorak
into it
Alan Summers
Simply Haiku (Sept. 2003)
Keiko, thanks for thr memories invoked_! I can hardly wait ’till the next snow fall_!
snow flake;
tongue flick.
flurry flavored.
great. exactly what a haiku should be. keep writing
keiko. your’s is a very refreshing voice. from here in
the land of snow ( it’s snowing right now ) a compliment
to your wonderful poem…
white out…
the crow’s caw
crystal clear
Great ´ku, Keiko!
wet spots…
my collection
of snowflakes
hi keiko . . .
greetings from hongkong!!
great one again!
they say all great art is simple – or rather it seems simple.
love,
kala
Never thought this poem would be received this way — so many encouraging words… Thank you all – Arigato!!!!!
Keiko
Here is a small light
in this frosty winter day:
mother’s sweet voice…
first snow
a lady’s graceful
dance
great one, I have an image in my head now of a child trying to eat snowflakes.
biting wind
a puppy dances
with snowflakes
(don’t get me wrong; I love kids, too. Fine haiku, Keiko)
the city’s noises
over the hills,
the snow staying crouched.
imagining the snowman
first snow–
so many years ago
Keiko . . . your poem evokes memories for so many people. For me, I remember a fuzzy, black puppy experiencing her first snow. Looking out my window, I could see her, mouth open, snapping at the elusive snow flakes. And I thought . . . how many of us in our lives are trying to catch the snowflakes.
Judith
this haiku brims with joy & innocence.
a true masterpiece of simplicity. here
in munising, michigan, there’s 31
inches of snow on the ground. it snows
early and often & we love it!
yooper nils
halloween snow
the olympic skier
skis to the porch
Icy cold morning
Baby blanket embracing
Give warmth to child
Keiko,
A wonderfully and richly layered piece, thank you. I look forward to reading more of your work.
if this is the end of tiny words, it’s a grand way
to end it! if not, hopefully more poems of
this caliber will appear.
yee hop choi
This latest contribution to
tinywords is a delight. But, isn’t it time we all moved on? Missing a daily dose therefore must create vis-a-vis on my own:
pale heavenly pond
sometimes full yet often not
visible above
Best of 2006 to you all!
Mixx, thank you for speaking out, and dear editor, please move on to a new poem. I too look forward to reading other poets’ work as soon as possible. Thank you.
first thoughts
first winter
watching the snow fall
Dear Keiko Izawa,
I would love you to submit any new haiku to this literary pamphlet:
HAIKU & PHOTOGRAPHY – CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS!
*********** OPEN TO ALL COUNTRIES ************
Birmingham Words literary pamphlet:
The Poetic Image: Haiku and Photography
FULL DETAILS :
BIRMINGHAM WORDS
http://www.birminghamwords.co.uk
all my best,
Alan
Nice. Very Nice.
On my second read I pictured the child sticking (her) tongue out at the snow. Wishing for summer as she walks by the first sign of winter.
Where are the daily haiku?
Just came by to echo others’ thoughts. I look forward to more poetry here.
Mixx, your contribution was breathtakingly beautiful.
With no disrespect intended, Keiko’s great SnoKu is as effervescent as it was when first read_!
But… it has been snowing for a month now ; against my vagrant and glum thoughts… I, [as do we all, I expect] hope all is well with the site-boss.
Clothes tumbling dry,
A fresh wind blowing
On the window panes
poet G. Wilson
many thanks for your comment
made me quite happy
wonderful haiku, thanks again, but please, don’t let this one be the last!
thanks to everyone for sending in their haiku, and giving me something to read almost daily.
Mixx, you go!! Bravo to comment in haiku. And to add my voice, it’s time for new entries. Truly, I am worried about our editor; did his roof strike him down or perhaps the flu.
Dylan is alive and well. Check out his newest blog at http://chaosandcon.blogspot.com/
paper tiger
the blue plastic roof roaring
in the winter wind
oops wrong version
paper tiger
a blue plastic roof roars
at the winter wind
Ed, I like the first version best. Is that okay? Both of them, however, give the flavor of the moment.
I too, am concerned about our editor. Every day, I turn to tinywords looking for a new poem. I hope he is not sick but off on vacation somewhere, having a WONDERFUL time !
Judith, thank you for your feedback.
My first post above refers to our editor. His name is Dylan Tweney and he is well. See his blog at http://chaosandcon.blogspot.com/ He’s been building(rebuilding) a house under some very trying circumstances.
Perhaps, in the future, he would hire an assistant or find a volunteer to take over the running this wonderful site when he is unavailable.
i agree with yee. if this is the end of tiny words
it’s ending with the best haiku posted in
a long time.
lifting th snowman’s head
into place…
winter moonlight
shadows crawl
in growing dust
echos reflect
In the pages
of unread calendars
our haikus languish
Monsoon showers;
The green bamboo
politely bends.
ice coated basin—
a wren faces east as if
waiting for the sun
I check back here every day as if tinywords might once again warm my spirit. Hey Dylan, lets get ‘er done””!”
Hi tinywords readers,
Is there no one who stays in the same town- city as Dylan?
It looks like there is some serious trouble here. . . maybe we should try to talk to him or some thing?
I stay too far away [ in India] to be of any use in this situation.
He has been silent for a long time. . .
-kala
I agree, Kala. If we could just know what is going on????? I am so glad, however, that many continue to send their poems.
I do wish that when people sign their names, they would also list where they come from. This, I believe, would give us a better insight as to where they are coming from in every sense of the word.
Judith Ingram, Philadelphia, PA USA
yes Judith …. good idea.
first light
outside my frosted window —
mourning dove preens
Slow as youthful
kisses, snow flakes
drift earthward
humid spring —
stripped down to plaid boxers
even with midnight’s cool breeze