Cocoon of darkness.Only eternity shines
through pinholes of stars.
Her son is like him
An image in the mirror
without the thing itself
Rose with poison thornThe poet comments, "A haiku in praise of one of the greatest heroines in comics: Shi, created by Bill Tucci."
A sudden snowstorm;
Hibernating frog
sleeps hopeful in frozen mud;
dreams of dragonflies.
Cocoon of darkness.
Only eternity shines
through pinholes of stars.
The sun is shining
Watching you through raindrops light
I keep myself warm
Shimmering crystalsWe sit, holding hands
love reflected by the lights
of Christmas--not gifts
Snowflakes slide to earth
golden sunlight streams through them
treasure to behold
Survival and gain
It's really taxing my brain
Red, silvers and greens
Toast Point assumed that "slivers" was really "silvers", but he could be wrong.
In silent forests
The sword fern cuts through the night
Black between greyness
I watched silently
as a deer sat near a brook
stealth not intended
How can something so
simple be so hard to write?
Good things take more time!
Snow is worth getting
If all else fails to please us
A most simple thing
Over at the toy store
I saw the fake Santa Claus
With his knowing smile
Separation now
Others cannot play with us
at the holidays
A wellspring of joy
That the holidays appoint
Celebrate all things
The Sage advises the poet not to submit in ALL CAPS again, or risk punishment!
Shimmering crystals
This variation on Bob's haiku about his son in the marines had occurred to Toast Point as well, but he decided not to run with it...
Gray December day
- Let me in, I'm cold!
- Who's knocking at my window?
- Pliant hands of rain.
a glow of colors
hues of love, joy and world peace
Christmas season sings
let Christmas twinkle
through bright lights and bright hearts
sparks of life and love
The snow moon slithers
into vast thickening clouds
a flake kisses me
no incense burning
empty kimchi pots clustered
lifeless winter temples
huddled in plastic
they slurp hot soup for their souls
by kerosene stoves
The poet comments, "(pojang macah,sidewalk stalls-Korea)"
Parting an orange,The poet comments, "I've been on a fruit kick lately!"
Christmas tree lights flashOur pine tree wafts out
its special fragrance labled
"Christmas Time Perfume"
hard to believe but
it will be our fortieth
Christmas together
Congrats! Wumpus and Toast Point are approaching their fourth, which seems like a miracle in itself.
Santa's twinkling eyes
goldfish whirlsilent savanna -
hyena licked from paw
blood-washed lion sleeps
field mice scurry
a barn owl blinks-
red sunset
mother robin
her first flight for food-
"caw! caw!"
The smudge on the wallThe poet comments, "This is a haiku about what else I do all day at work apart from writing bad fiction.Is there anybody out there? My bastard husband claims to be too busy to send me stupid E-mail."
Bunkers, walls, crossesThe poet comments, "These are things I do in the Fall!"
Tears filling my eyes
The sound of water
City: a spider
Has no luck crossing the street
In morning rush-hour
Reading Basho
I kept being distracted
By the heater sound
Fall: yellow birch leaves
Are nowhere to be noticed
My home's left behind
Walking in dry leaves
I sweep them with my feet as
If browsing a book
Weak, quiet, shy, restrained,
So unlike what it could be
Candle flame in a glass.
Tomorrow's coming
Inevitable, merciless
A Sunday's evening
A leaf on a tree
The last one left, like Noah
It's be gone soon, too
the love I yearn for
The poet comments, "This is what the great moon and her world means to me."
Ancient port is gone.Evening's quiet
I can hear snowflakes dying
Crush'd under my feet.
Mirror-Bright River,Two Geese flying by,
The Pastel Moon in Daylight:
This dying Winter.
If this last, lone leaf,
Just now, should tremble and fall:
I am blown away!
The poet comments, "I wish all haiku writers a merry Christmas and a happy 1998"
Don't see them yet
but Cranes are flying over
their calls came forward.
The silver moonlight
became suppressed this night
by Mother Earth.
The poet comments, "What is correct: was suppressed or became depressed ?"
Suppressed (if we grasp your meaning correctly)
Summer snow-flakes-
airy-flying willow-fluff
like all my own thoughts.
Late evening sun
is painting gold on the waves-
the real aqua-tint.
The poet comments, "Thanks to the Sage for all the work in Haikuland and a happy newyear"
The poet comments, ""the rest of the year there is blood without ice." sms"
drive through EvergladesThe poet comments, " what! no gold star for this masterpiece."
Once we cleaned up misspellings and syllable mismatches, we liked it a lot!
In primeval past
rusted nails pop
white petals fade
starving beneath the redwoods-
the sun is hidden
strange red dragonfly
flying against the wind-watch!
clouds are turning black
brown leaves
drifting in a stream-goodbye
august always leaves
Soft pillow, warm quiltsThe poet comments, "Waking up can be a haiku (senyru) moment!"
Shimmery ice gowns
Trees wear a change of clothing
Foggy winter mist
Breakfast apple boats
Peanut butter passengers
Final boarding call
The poet comments, "When my chidren were little they liked apple slices with peanut butter for breafast. This reminds me of them at that time."
The poet comments, "Holiday scenes... A time to remember the magic of New York holidays. Whatever the winter celebration, the anticipation is always joyful. "
The poet comments, "I was about to send you a small poem and my cat, who stays in my California garden, could not be shooed from my lap. After the rains it was in the high 40's she was so happy to be inside "
Toast Point's 200-lb. cat frequently does the same.
Do you ever get wet?
clouds part slowly
hazy winter moon
The poet comments, "After many days of rain the moon came to visit"
yes, you too fleas
on my cat
in for a cold night
The poet comments, "A candle lit for Issa"
the smell of childhood gone
returned from so far
one Christmas tree
The poet comments, " please read this haiku because it has a lot of meaning in it email me with any comments"
The poet comments, "Morpheus is the god of dreams!"
Obliterating
Everything Respectable
Full of Spite and Lies
The poet comments, "This one is about Hate"
my hands are as coldwaitress leaves the bill
and turns away with stern shoes --
my coffee's bitter
are you awake? no,
she answers, sadly smiling,
I just had a dream. . .
The poet comments, "This poem reminds me of the nursery rhyme Hey Diddle Diddle The cat and the fiddle The cow jumped over the moon!!!!!!!!!"
Lining up in stores
Arms filled with presents for all
Lines at soup kitchens
Calico kittens
Hot spicy apple cider
Country Christmas Cheer
The poet comments, "Happy Holidays to all!"
October sunflowers -At his funeral
I wear my father's coat -
oh the rain...the rain
The poet comments, "Nothing like a little java, friendship and Haiku to see you through."
Time spent in the woods
Escaping progress of man
Natural progression
Have you ever known
Face au téléphone,
The poet translates,
Facing the telephone,
that feeling of desertion.
How early falls the night!"
It swallows clouds
The poet comments, "hmm....it's still a bit challenging.... what do the stars by the names mean?"
The Sage awards Gold Stars to those haikus that are particularly wonderful.
Japanese tourists
On the island that once was
Part of the Empire
Gold fish
The same pond
Where I found a corpse
Natasha and the woods
Cherries for lips
Nipples for strawberries
The poet comments, "What the hell, I entered it in BOTH categories."
The sun is setting
Darkness falls over the earth
Moonlight makes shadows
The sly cat is still
Silently watching its prey
Almost time to pounce
Moving slowly on
The tide wears the rocky cliffs
Rising and falling
Haiku? She inquired.
Blonde hair in the wind,
She runs across the meadow
And into my heart.
Lost Ethnicity
