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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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jacaranda blooms
on top of one another . . .
days of pandemic
a rainbow of flags
flutter on the gompa top . . .
spring in Kagbeni
end of the guide’s tale . . .
a gush of hot wind greets us
at the exit door
Love these.
this evening’s thick fog—
lingering shapes outside of
the cemetery
Love this simple lingering image.
autumn wood fire
the weight of a memory—
my father’s cologne
Good one. Evocative
I really like this poem ..
Deep & loving!
Smells do awaken memories,
paints a lovely picture
the black cherry moon . . .
now we both wear the same deep
shade of red lipstick
Sparrows on the wires
Kokopelli play on flutes,
we’ll dance in the sun
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From the Earth to Moon
many miles exist, yet she
lights a stolen kiss.
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Winds deep in the marsh
bend reeds like ballerinas,
winter geese applaud
They applaud with their loud honks!
Nicely done
Wild grape leaves the tree
A tendril hangs in the air
like an open hand
A bee hovering
at the blossom’s doorway
is now let inside
In the early light
soft rain awakens the frog
Why do I retreat?
squirrel leaps
to highest branch
pondering twilight stars
school of razor fish
pivot in quick blue current
pushed around by sea
shimmering sparrows
form waves of moving shadow
scattered across land
manatee floating
in bioluminescence
happy to be alive
manatee floating
in bioluminescence
happy it’s alive
peacefully swimming
two vaquitas in the sea
blue topaz water
a drizzle of stars
fall into the mountain lake
the moon stays afloat
a pool of dewdrops
collect on the lotus leaf
…the pond overflows
fervent chanting of
he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not
…wilting peonies
Beautiful!
Dropping with vigor
She rains shine on her subjects
Dreading his entrance
Summer night is nigh
Fireflies oppress the dark
All is clear to see
Winter has arrived
As pure as the crack of dawn
All must now shiver
Falling August stars The sky is full of beauty So many wishes
Mountain peaks toss the
Thunder back and forth until
Darkness ends the game.
another autumn
the blackbirds huddle closer
and watch the leaves dance
Beautiful.
Haiku submission
Morning light opens
the chrysanthemum petals.
I am wet with dew.
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Swollen purple buds
open on the apple tree
like white butterflies.
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When lean winter leaves
the spring of resurrection
greens the budding words.
Haiku Submissions (3):
Birds skim lush bamboo
rosy sunrise kisses snow—
Dragon Mountain wakes
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Multi-coloured sails
dancing on glittering sea—
butterfly ballet
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A sudden silence…
herons erupt into flight—
crocodile lurking
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harvest ready field–/
looking to Mars, farmers pray/
a guard from locusts/
Haiku submissions:
1. A beautiful bird
flew away in the air
catapult follows.
2. The shower of hope
became the stream of
sadness
the summer season.
3. Infront of Temple
she appeared as a goddess
my prayers fulfilled.
S . D . Amara nath
INDIA.
Clouds in pirouette,
birds in flight — the weathervane
twisting in the wind.
The folded petals
moist with dew — the roses laid
upon the coffin.