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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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From bright red flowers
Green pomegranates sprout—
New dawn arrives
Sunshine’s ambush
Golden leaves, golden windows—
A perfect morning
Marigolds’ scent in
A beautiful countryside
Signals a new spring
Haiku:
frenzied autumn winds
crash-land the last raindrop on
a child’s umbrella
1.
Steam rises gently
In misty sublimation
From the ice-glazed fence.
2.
One small tear-stained face,
An empty cone; the earth bears
Melting tragedy.
3. Cricket
Lone entertainer,
Rejoin the evening chorus;
Your solo annoys.
the last autumn bee
just before epiphany
beehive fulfilled?
bee looking at fall
queen bee in rumination
marvel of buzzing
an autumnal bee
sleeping or awaking – time?
beehive as temple
1.
Trees yearn heavy rain
To break the hold of dead leaves
From sturdy branches
2.
Heartbeat is finite
Nature’s pulse beats eternal
Beyond our last breath
3.
Like great guest storm comes
All prepare for its coming
Storm leaves, nothing left
1)
•Two frogs silent; Perched.
•Flash of green! Splash! None are seen.
•Reflection – now merged…
2)
•Silver flash’ on green-
•In the air, past the brown bear..
•A chuckling stream.
1. picking for limu (seaweed in Hawaiian)
off the shores of Lahaina (city on the island of Maui)
wash and eat – ono (good/tasty in Hawaiian)
2. breezy summer night
hazy full moon floating by
whistling winds at sea
3. wild yellow gingers
growing in forests on stalks
scented stems in earth
pandemic prayer
the tree of our family
losing its branches
time tears books apart
but fragrance of a pressed rose
remains and lingers
ever out of reach
challenging humanity
stars in the night sky
My #3 is Senryu but meh..
3)
•Desperate measures tried:
•Fell upon celadon eyes-
•Forgiveness denied..
Spiral Out..
K.. not even Senryu..
this long hot summer…
noticing the absence of
bobwhites and june bugs
I might also say
long hot summer day…
noticing the absence of
bobwhites and june bugs
Trees skirt grassy draw
gnarled trunks and grasping branches
waiting for water
it’s raining so hard…
they went under the awning
even the gray geese
the first thunderstorm
in a barrel of water
foxtrot of petals
Silky tendrils hang,
Early morning web glistens.
Locust satiates.
Strands of sticky steel –
Entangled damselfly wings
Ring the dinner bell
autumn leaves …
grandma’s palm
on mine
this summer’s pink wind
even around the corner
he caught up with me
cafe veranda
in colorful butterflies –
summer thunderstorm
a seagull touching
the stagnant water with wing –
a storm in distance
torrential rain…
inner demon advise me
to walk in yard naked
past lives recalling
the butterfly flies over
a caterpillar
Impelled by swift winds,
Pure cloud maidens flee beneath
Prince Azure’s palace.
The Hummingbird
This little bird flies
While humming a summer song
With its wings alone.
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A Butterfly
A wingèd rainbow
Keeps its colors ’til the snow
And then fades to white.
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After the Storm
A divine pruning
Tears apart the apple tree;
Its fruits still taste sweet.
silence of the brook
parents start splashing around
amid greenest hills