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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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still out on the field
enjoying the warm sunshine
red-eyed cicada
Huh? Never know they had red eyes…interesting!
She found peace at death
After six years of cancer
The peace of the grave .
August visitor
Death Came knocking at his door
A grievous summer
My cats eye my scars;
I do not want to be seen,
but they still love me.
bronze mannikins with
their hundred eyes – watch – are like
leaves falling upwards
the thick-billed weaver
marks the wetland reclaim, a
finely woven nest
a long splice of palm
leaf thread is pulled between two
weaver birds, intent
Crew Haiku
It is autumn now–
My son sculls on the river.
I am left behind.
Nice story. I want to know why you are left behind!
Footprints in the sand.
Holding hands, sharing our lives.
The sun sets softly.
Waiting in your smile,
The dawn of my tomorrow.
Night slowly fading.
Earthrise on the moon.
Incredibly impressive
Insignificance.
Sobbing, my baby—
Oh no, Doctor, I’m pleading:
God, spare her; take me.
Gut wrenching! God bless you
ferns sere in dry heat
withered fronds clutch each other
awaiting new shoots
Is it too dry now for ferns…haunting
green leaf explosion
red-rovers tree-rooted paths
lake flies send us home
Dry weeds stretch along
Highway five-seventy-five.
They long for water.
Squawks from up above
Black birds against pale blue sky
Crow calligraphy.
Love this image.
Yellow butterflies
Flitting across green meadows
Like dancing sunshine.
Beautiful simile!
Trees stretch twig fingers
Tickling the underbellies
Of the laughing clouds.
I love looking at the trees looking at the sky too! Nice
Crepe myrtle bursts forth–
A riot of small flowers
In pink explosion.
The warm spring sunshine
Awakens the infant seeds–
Sprouts climb out of bed.
Beautiful imagery and metaphor baby sprouts in bed.
Daffodils spout sun
Into robin’s egg blue sky
Like waving sunshine.
Fire Season
Nature eats its own
Hot cereal for breakfast
Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
Ripples on the pond
Planted by the summer rain
Bloom like the lotus
I love the line ripples planted, nice image!
Summer morning dew
Tear-drops scattered on the lawn
Sparkling like diamonds
blue water – white sand
and wind upon my being…
ah…inspiration!
In the early morn
a cricket choir of thousands-
Glory to the Lord!
Autumn winds rustle
the trees in their reflection
coloring my muse.
A threatening sky
predicts a violent storm.
Garden under threat.