final words
his clod strikes a hollow tone
on her coffin

(shortlisted in H. Gene Murtha Senryu Contest 2018)

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

morning prayer...
an orchid absorbs
the sound of bees

pond ripple . . .
the one I am
no more

sand garden . . .
a chatter of leaves
come to rest