turning 20…
she attempts to laugh
more elegantly
Author: Keiko Izawa
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.
winter temple …
the white arms of a young monk
wiping the floor
cold night
i quietly loosen
the guitar’s tight strings
abandoned fishing port
one egret
fishing
harvest moon…
no regrets over the don’t
i dared to do
first snow
a passing child
sticks out her tongue
deserted town …
the freight train leaves behind
an empty whistle
morning dew
in the autumn wind
a newborn’s cry