slowly falling snow
little by little I learn
to forget you
(originally appeared in White Lotus, Issue 6, 2008)
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Sylvia Forges-Ryan
Sylvia Forges-Ryan is a former Editor of Frogpond, the international journal of the Haiku Society of America. Her poems have been published in many countries and in six continents. Writing in various Japanese forms, she has won many international prizes, including the Harold G. Henderson Award from the Haiku Society of America, the R.H. Blyth Award from the World Haiku Association, the Grand Prix from the Kyoto Museum for World Peace, the Azsacra Poetry Award from the Taj Mahal Review in India, and First Prizes in the Mainichi Times Contest in Tokyo, the California Ukiah Festival, and the Key West Robert Frost Haiku Competition. She has published three books: Take a Deep Breath, the Haiku Way to Inner Peace, co-authored with her husband, Edward R. Ryan, PhD, was cited by poet, editor, and translator Jane Reichhold as “the perfect haiku book,” and was given an Honorable Mention from the World Haiku Review. What Light There Is was described by Susumu Takiguchi, World Haiku Editor, as “One of the best books of haiku ever produced in English, a treasure.” In addition, the book was awarded a Distinguished Touchstone Award HM from the Haiku Foundation and has a Russian edition. Both books, along with her third book, Side by Side< Poems Prints, have been selected for permanent inclusion in the American Literature Collection of the Beinecke Rare Book Library at Yale University. View all posts by Sylvia Forges-Ryan
Beautiful poem!
Beautiful, soulful, speaks to my heart.
Wonderful!
Very appealing!
Lovely ku, Sylvia :-)
It is hard work to un-commit yourself. You have to prepare the way for a re-commitment. It’s the only way to authenticate your love.
Feeling through image. Beautifully done.
Bill Kenney
The heart has its fast beast, and its slow underlying rhythms. It won't be hurried. Snow a deceptive blanket, leaving painful things covered?
Lovely!
I love the passage of time here.
slanting rain
my condolences
snatched away
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a flink of cows
the blue before a night
of falling snow
N.B. Twelve cows are called a flink
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit 2014
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falling snow moon
the slowness of shadows
caught in branches
Alan Summers
Ry?an-ji sequence pub. Presence #47 (2012)
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falling clouds
the snow gathering
bits of moon
Alan Summers
Hedgerow: a journal of small poems (Issue 1, September 2014)
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Lovely to be able to revisit your exquisitely beautiful haiku:
slowly falling snow
little by little I learn
to forget you
(originally appeared in White Lotus, Issue 6, 2008)
—SYLVIA FORGES-RYAN
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icicles melting
we rise to
the occasion
Beautiful and poignant! Very nicely done.