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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: February 2017
all day long
Lake Ratapiko laps
a summer lament
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- Category: February 2017
no moon tonight
for my words to muse on
bare-faced death
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- Category: February 2017
trailing off
in a whisper of wish
summer clouds
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- Category: February 2017
breathing out
words of consecration
breathed out
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- Category: February 2017
toon world . . .
Mickey and Donald
take the cake
(post US Trump/Pence inauguration)
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- Category: February 2017
dark is life
dark is death
das lied
von der erde
(after Gustav Mahler)
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- Category: February 2017
dawn chorus . . .
the theme echoes on
in the dew
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- Category: February 2017
dawn vigil . . .
light, in silence,
becomes light
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- Category: February 2017
desolate beach —
loneliness gnaws away
the edges
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- Category: February 2017
somewhere a tv
numbs the sound of nothing —
moonless night
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- Category: February 2017
morning fog —
brushstrokes from a dream
painting light
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traces of dreams . . .
high winds shape cumuli
pregnant with change
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- Category: February 2017
fossil forest —
incoming waves obscure
a distant past
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- Category: February 2017
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
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: February 2017
autumn cloud
a sun dial measures
the time we lost