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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: June 2018
a worm turns on an early bird
Maui worms wholly into his end
word by word
a worm breaks a haiku
down to nothing
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- Category: June 2018
just two notes
and a rain forest is born
from a tui
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- Category: June 2018
Matariki
morning rise on the tips of our toes
all that remains of us will return
to be our story without you
a memory yet not yet and yet
remember when now was when
in reduced circumstance winter solstice
know now less than no thing
if missed light less present
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: June 2018
final words
his clod strikes a hollow tone
on her coffin
(shortlisted in H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018)
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: June 2018
anhedonia in blossom—
the warmth of the sun
only skin deep
an iceberg lies submerged
somewhere yet-to-be-seen
while her secrets
rest quietly
others fester
sap oozes from scars
long left by carved hearts
counting the rings
on a transneptunian
moonshadow
the still point
between pleasure and pain
becomes a gem
glistening on petals
as the surf subsides
i return to the center
and awaken as myself
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- Category: June 2018
Editor's Comment
In my family, we have had a few physicists. But most of us have heard about chaos theory, right? Suddenly sometimes a plant or animal in nature just changes. Look it up, they don't all 'evolve'. That is the introduction of chaos theory to what seems an otherwise tight string of logic. The image in this haiga has all the attributes of a man-made structure we all know well, but nature has either 'adapted' or 'taken over' that pole from top to bottom. The poet has had an observation and is now left to explore its meaning.Nothing in the image changes, but the poet himself has! Chaotic isn't it?
- Michael Rehling
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- Category: June 2018
a glimpse of moon
in keeping with the rules
I drop two lines
forever they will be
what the clouds hid away
it is said
that beginnings
lead to ends
the catastrophe
awaits its cue