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Winners announced here.
Write a haiku and post it in the comments section below. The haiku must adhere to the traditional parameters of a haiku to qualify and may be deleted if it does not. See traditional haiku requirements here. Note that a haiku is like a a painting of nature. If your 5-7-5 poem is focused solely on human nature and is more cynical or humorous, then it is technically a senryu, not a haiku. However, haiku do concern human activities in relation to nature. The required seasonal word can refer to seasonal sports, holidays, entertainment, gardening, housekeeping, or visits to special places. Although this contest is held in summer, haiku dealing with any season are acceptable.
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WHEN:
Now until Saturday August 28, 2021 midnight EST. Winners Announced September 5.
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WHO:
Anyone in the world, any age or background, may participate. From within the Society, anyone, including Advisory Board Members, not involved in judging the contest may participate. (If you are outside the United States, you will have to have a PayPal account or a bank that accepts U.S. checks to receive the prize money if you win.)
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WHAT:
Each entrant may submit up to three haiku. Must conform to traditional haiku rules above.
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WHERE:
Post your haiku in the comments section below.
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PRIZE:
$100.
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JUDGE:
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ENTRY FEE:
None
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EXAMPLES
See last year’s winning haiku here.
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A truck rumbles by;
little by little cricket
songs come back to me.
Great revelation of the ‘mouths and ears’ of nature! I hope there are always crickets after the trucks!
A blank, milky sky
unfurls as a backdrop for
birds, frozen in flight
Boughs froth with new blooms
when the monsoon rains sweep through
trees toss their bouquets
I dream of swinging
On shining rays of the sun
To scatter gold dust.
The Sun
I dream of swinging
On shining rays of the sun
To scatter gold dust.
The sun slips through trees
To shatter into splinters
Of purest gold
Thought my canopy
Of green leaves patched together,
The sun winks at me.
Put in songs, books, poems and prayers
Thought in minds, conversations, and even thin air
When right ones aren`t found, the wrong ones are there
Can bring tears of joy, or make you not care
Or they prompt us to “judge” and that`s not fair
They could team up with something precious or rare
Or team up with lies, not such a good pair..
Even makes you bear things you can`t stand to hear
Nothing but words – can be put anywhere!
The required seasonal word can refer to seasonal sports, holidays, entertainment, gardening, housekeeping, or visits to special places. Although this contest is held in summer, haiku dealing with any season are acceptable.
plants are like ninjas. they are silent but alive. mischievous pranksters.
skateboarding to school. winds blew a leaf on my face. farewell, what’s behind.
neon lights and steam. race you to the mountain top. rhythms aligning.
I love the leafy moment on the skateboard blowing your past behind you.
Frozen cherry buds –
In unfulfilled potential
More poignant than blooms.
These are now my three entries;
please ignore my previous submissions.
Thank you for your patience.
As winter draws near
Fabulous floral worlds bloom,
The solace of books.
In sunlit waters
Shoals of blue fish swim freely
Going in circles.
Sun says, ‘Peek-a -boo,
Love you to the moon and back!
Dancing earth blushes.
Gently, my loved one,
while catching night’s spilling tears,
turn them to rainbows.
A love evergreen,
Stained, forest-colored secrets,
come alive in spring.
At winter’s coming,
you shine like beloved moon,
reflected on ice.
Iridescent wings
spread in the sun, glistening
steel pin through the gut.
Poor dragon fly…
Chrome against blue sky,
trembling, the last ginkgo leaf
anticipates frost.
A pod of drumlins
swimming through storm-driven waves,
making no progress.
I had to look up ‘drumlins.’ The storm isn’t the only reason they made no progress. Clever
My pond, sultry dawn,
Little green herons, a pair,
Alone understand.
Plump waxy spades sprout
From scarred ancient wood totems …
Drink rain and fatten.
Flaxen fronds swaying,
Rhythm sung by wind’s whispers,
Killed by swinging scythe.
Lethal green lovely
Bulging eyes pinning her prey …
Off with Male Mate’s head!
The circle of life; dark and light.
Bright shore flirtation
Waves fizz and scraunch through shell rocks
Dancing water laughs
Day yellow in age
Old sun and sky drift to sleep
In evening’s slippers
A room with no bees
Cut flowers stand blind to fate
Pollen dust on floor
Nice imagery and foreshadowing flowers that will not bloom again
wildfire smoke brings tears
remembering a summer
when we did not burn
I love the double entedres here!
I view The Blorange
Colors invite me to see
Smell & taste the orange
I view the blorange
colors invite me to see
smell & taste the orange
Harmattan, must be
the desert’s tidings that goes
on a field trip too
Springtime’s vertigo
Drowns green hawks in sagebrush seas
Icarus returns
Spring’s ceramic homes
Collapse on downy skulls
Wings unfurl, unscathed
Glass beaks open wide
Mother gives them only worms
They can’t help swallow
Tranquil calm covers
Wind wisping through a dark wood
The night closes in
No moon or mere star
Over the expanding sky
Seems to end in one