lost in the desert--
the August moon
fills up the sky

—Deborah P. Kolodji

About the author: Deborah P. Kolodji
Pasadena, California
dkolodji at aol.com

Deborah P Kolodji is the President of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and the editor of Amaze: The Cinquain Journal.

Her work has appeared in many journals, both on and off the web. Unfinished Book, her chapbook of haiku, cinquains, and other short poems, was published by Shadows Ink Publications.


Responses to the haiku for 15 August 2006 by Deborah P. Kolodji

    2006-08-15 08:08:57

    moon questions
    quiver on the pond
    owls answer

    Deborah... inspirational words_!

    2006-08-15 11:01:22

    it's nice to see you also on Tinywords... your beautiful ku reminds me an old and "unhinged" of mine:

    on snowy fields

    2006-08-15 15:55:26

    Hi Deb,
    Beautiful haiku (as always). It made me think of one I wrote a while back:

    Half moon flickering
    in the river below ...
    suddenly, your face!

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-08-15 18:17:28

    debbie, how time, without perception, passes us by.
    i get to say hi once more, if only because of tinywords. was it only (yesterday), i was reading your "bareroot rose"; even then, almost a year had to pass for my reply; seems to be the way for lasting friendship...

    poe's raven comes to mind


    where this august night
    the moon
    can't seem to make up it's mind


    just me

    J.E. Stanley (jestanley at cox dot net)
    2006-08-17 04:18:15

    Very nice haiku.

    I wrote this little poem after reading yours:

    modest impact craters-
    my bootprints
    on her desert moon

    And yes, I know "bootprints" is not a valid word but I do tend to abuse my poetic license quite a bit.

    Judith Ingram (super dot ingram at verizon dot net)
    2006-08-17 08:09:05

    I fly to the moon
    my shadow stays below.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-08-19 11:20:13

    j.e. stanley, i framed your words. people find fault in my pleading "poetic license".
    i'm glad to know there's at least one other who tends to be creative rather than following that staid path seen too often these days.(i was winded after typing that sentence)


    on the footpath
    through the shadowy forest
    through the pines
    peers the moon

    2009-08-10 06:17:15

    dog day morning
    found in 3rd cup of black coffee
    rapid heartbeats