the whoosh of steam
from the espresso machine --
frosty evening

—Charles Trumbull

About the author: Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.

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Responses to the haiku for 5 March 2003 by Charles Trumbull

    Dawn Bruce (somersetpoets at ozemail dot com dot au)
    2003-03-05 17:05:39

    Beautiful contrast between warmth and cold.

    2003-03-05 17:13:40

    Inspiring audio/visual effect & contrast.

    helen b
    2003-03-05 18:25:15

    I smelled it. I heard it. So good!

    Craig Mclanachan
    2003-03-06 00:40:29

    I can smell that coffee, feel the chill, great work,

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-06 05:46:33

    it has possibilities. it has a good subject, but i felt it didn't fully develop.
    example: the whoosh of steam...
    the espresso machine sat brooding...
    frosty evening

    2003-03-06 17:48:00

    With respect, I really feel that last comment (by bob richardson) is wrongheaded:
    "i felt it didn't fully develop" - this is haiku, not elizabethan sonnets!
    For me, at least, a major enjoyment of haiku is the understatement; the fact that re-reading allows the image to develop in my mind, rather than spelling it all out.
    Lovely work, Charles, keep it up.

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-07 01:30:33

    sadly, some think we all should think alike. rather than create a debate, this is a response to a response. in creative thinking it is not what one has been taught, or brainwashed into thinking. deep within everyone, there is an independant thinker. what one feels, free from all outside influences is a true analogy of being critical, a critique, criticism, one expressing beauty and faults. if i had read an elizabethan sonnet, i would express what i felt and even offer to a degree my comment of it's effectiveness in it's enlightening me. to read a haiku, it is a personal experience, and justly i wrote a comment on the haiku. for some to critique my thinking, "norman darlington", i walk a path rarely shared by many. as i walk this path, there are few i engage in conversation.
    to become subjective to onemindedness is akin to sheep being led to slaughter. correct me if i am mistaken, this is a forum to present a "comment" on a haiku that's been printed, rather than to make comment on the way i think, feel, or interpret what i encounter in life. so if i am not in agreement, be not hasty to extend the dunce cap in my direction, for surprisingly, my only response would be, "thank you".
    yet, i feel in my being expressive, i have made a difference, in giving rise to "others" to confirm their thoughts, even though their way of thinking is not in agreement to my own...

    i trust in reading others' comments, they are not all complimentary to the writer...
    even in uncomplimentary comments, there is still a compliment, the compliment being, the writer's work was worthy of one taking the time to read it, and then one taking the time to be expressive as to what one felt...

    "soap box vacated
    though words resound...  
    dreamland engagement"

    charlie rossite
    2003-03-25 20:10:25

    chas--this is a good one--great contrast with the warmth of the hissing machine and the cold

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-06-04 13:49:59

    whoosh, the sound heard
    as i slip down the stairs ~
    power outage

    Vasile Moldovan
    2009-01-12 04:06:57

    wrapped in mist-
    steams of coffee

    2009-01-16 16:29:53

    cold morning coffee--
    from the console
    to the microwave