February 2017

autumn cloud
a sun dial measures
the time we lost

pine lesson
it is what
it is not

I am now
in your third person
also present

her ankles . . .
a path into mist's
endlessness

(Cattails Haiku Editor's Choice)


 Editor's Comments

Hansha Teki’s beautiful haiku catches the reader’s imagination and attention with the first line and holds it as a lingering image with the use of ellipsis.

her ankles . . .

Where could this be leading? The poet leads us onto a path and the haiku effortlessly moves forward into the mist and beyond. The skilful use of the last word ‘endlessly’, leaves the reader with endless opportunities to interpret the poem in myriad ways. An open haiku with ample space for the reader to step in. Is it the mist of spring or is it the mist of autumn? Again, it is left to us, the readers.

- Geethanjali Rajan

summer stream —
a mayfly breeding
shadows

fossil forest —
incoming waves obscure
a distant past

traces of dreams . . .
high winds shape cumuli
pregnant with change

morning fog —
brushstrokes from a dream
painting light

somewhere a tv
numbs the sound of nothing —
moonless night

desolate beach —
loneliness gnaws away
the edges

dawn vigil . . .
light, in silence,
becomes light

heat wave . . .
a pond shuffles off
its sheen

a vast sky —
shards of darkness
hold the whole

dawn chorus . . .
the theme echoes on
in the dew

far away —
the sound of water
filling gaps

dark is life
dark is death
das lied
von der erde

(after Gustav Mahler)

toon world . . .
Mickey and Donald
take the cake

(post US Trump/Pence inauguration)

all the words
ever uttered
tidal flats

breathing out
words of consecration
breathed out

trailing off
in a whisper of wish
summer clouds