Roberta Beary lives in Mayo, Ireland.
Their work appears in Tiny Love Stories: True Tales of Love in 100 Words or Less (New York Times, 2020) and One Breath: Notes from the Reluctant Engagement Project (Doire Press/ Clan Beo, 2021) which pairs their haiku with artwork by families of people with disabilities.
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Thank you tinywords editors for featuring my monoku!
The phrase "I turn" or "I turn into" is a fascination moment when we can be transformed, and the power of nature, in your case, it's Summer, which is kinda extending the warmer end of Spring into a brand new season. And of course we need to renew ourselves alongside each season.
For me, as much as I love late Spring, and then Summer bringing "on the green" it's actually snow that I turn to, for comfort, transformation, inspiration, and a return to childhood:
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the blue note I turn to wind-spun snow
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit 23.4 (November 2013)
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Runner-up, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2014
Thank you tinywords editors for featuring my monoku!
Wonderful one line haiku!!!
The phrase "I turn" or "I turn into" is a fascination moment when we can be transformed, and the power of nature, in your case, it's Summer, which is kinda extending the warmer end of Spring into a brand new season. And of course we need to renew ourselves alongside each season.
For me, as much as I love late Spring, and then Summer bringing "on the green" it's actually snow that I turn to, for comfort, transformation, inspiration, and a return to childhood:
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the blue note I turn to wind-spun snow
Alan Summers
Blithe Spirit 23.4 (November 2013)
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Runner-up, The Haiku Calendar Competition 2014
Thank you, Alan. You comments and ku inspire me.
I rarely write haiku with a summer motif.
Something I (re)learn when putting together a new haiku collection.
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Look forward to reading the new haiku collection!
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Here's to Jack K, and also a wee glass of Jack D too! :-)
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the summer continuous reel of road Jack
Alan Summers
haikai/monostich series Mistero due volte
snow swirl; within each dizzy flake; seasons change.
__ My minimal thought… we all could be that 'flake'. _m