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As I always said: I write haiku because I suck at every
other kind of poetry.
One of the best ways to celebrate nature is to capture its
images in short exposures: pictures or words. Here I collected haikus that
I wrote in past couple of years. I still write haiku sometimes, if the
words come spontaneously, but that happens much more rarely now. Latest
haikus are listed first. Behind every haiku there is a real experience and
sometimes a story. Maybe I'll tell them some time. I am also thinking of
adding the pictures to the poems.
Last updated: 7 Nov. 2001
| Yellow ocean,
Rippling like a silky
cloth,
It's time for harvest.
November 2001 |
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Soft
jazzy sound,
The
candle is burnt to the wick.
Friday night is gone.
November 2001 |
| Purple shades on the water,
Solitude enters
my mind,
Loon's cries end
the day.
May 2001 |
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Three very short lines,
Simple, precise, almost
silent,
But
what emotion!
May 2001 |
| Hooting in the dark
Two glowing
yellow lanterns, --
Owl's staring
eyes.
May 2001 |
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The
stone library,
So
many days over books,
Ivey
on the walls.
May 2001 |
| Learn
new visions,
Train new ways
of perception,
Achieve
tolerance.
May 2001. Although this piece was written in May, it
achieved new significance in September. |
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If
you are so light,
Why
do you need the wind?
It
is but a ghost.
May 2001 |
| Warm
and dark evening,
Moths are
circling the street lamp,
I am too
busy...
May 2001. I had an exam the next day; the weather
was teasingly awesome. |
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Do
you see the light?
The rays
breaking through the leaves,
The arrows of
gold.
April 2001
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| Intoxicated,
Seeing lights
everywhere,
Falling asleep.
April 2001. The weirdest haiku I ever
created. |
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My
grandmother's hands,
Like roots of
the oak tree,
Ageless in
time.
October 2000 |
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The
night of the storm,
The
black and white exposure
Of
clouds and trees.
September 2000 |
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The
blue dragonfly.
O summer, you
are so late!
Wilted
flowers.
September 2000 |
| Little tree flowers,
Scarlet in the lantern's
light,
Darkness around.
August 2000 |
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A
splash of water,
Wings scattering
sprinkler's drops,--
Sparrows'
delight.
July 2000 |
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The
sun sends a mist
Over
the mountain's peak, --
The
golden shower.
July 2000 |
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My
hand was trembling, --
A piece of sky
has landed
Upon it to
feed.
July 2000. I have some blue jays in my backyard whom
I feed regularly. | |