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Tuesday, December 23, 2025

re:Virals, 2025




re:Virals 534December 19, 2025
Susan Yavaniski
Featured Content, re:Virals

ref: https://thehaikufoundation.org/revirals-534/

Welcome to re:Virals, The Haiku Foundation’s weekly commentary feature on some of your favorites among the best contemporary haiku and senryu written in English. In the host chair today is Susan Yavaniski. This week’s poem, chosen by Sudha Devi Nayak is:

distant stars—
the refugee mother rewrites
her lullaby

—Hifsa Ashraf
Haiku Foundation Haiku Dialogue, October 29, 2025

Introducing this poem, Sudha writes:

The mother in this heartrending haiku is a refugee in a distant land singing to her child under different skies, different stars. Displaced from her home and country, in a state of fearful exile, exposed to the hazards of living in an unfamiliar environment, she still has to comfort her child. Her lullabies are no longer the joyful ones she once sang but laced with sadness and heartbreak. There are tears in her voice and she does not know how long she will remain a refugee, whether she will find welcome and a home in a foreign land or whether at all she can return to everything she knew and loved.

Hers is not a new story. She carries the story of all migrant populations forced to flee their countries as a result of war and violence and persecution, in search of homes and livelihoods. They will always carry the memories of places left behind and perhaps in their hearts will never truly belong to the places to which they have migrated, and they may never find the acceptance they desire. They are confronted with an uncertain future. As Salman Rushdie says: “Exile is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking backwards.”

Host comment (Susan Yavaniski):

For many readers, this week’s verse will trigger a visceral emotional response, familiar as most are with the plight of millions of refugees worldwide, the majority of whom are women and children. Like Sudha, we immediately intuit the fear, heartbreak, tears, and sadness of the mother’s plight.

Yet at the heart of this senryu is an act of will and empowerment. Beneath “distant stars,” in a situation in which the fundamental reality she has known has shifted, a mother, in a small but significant way, asserts herself as a participating author of her own and of her child’s destiny, “rewriting” the foundational song that will not only comfort her infant, but shape the child’s development.* Ashraf’s verse, heartrending though it may be, equally suggests the adaptability and the resilience which humans often summon in the face of adversity.

Reading this poem in the midst of this Christmas season, the particular constellation of images—stars, refugee, mother, and by inference, infant—recalls the Biblical story of the birth of Jesus, particularly the account of mother and father fleeing their home with their infant son, taking refuge in Egypt to protect their child from King Herod’s threat of execution. Like this week’s verse, the ancient story rouses sympathy for those in like circumstances and offers an example of perseverance and hope in times of difficulty.

Wishing everyone peace and courage in the coming year.

Pamela Garry:

Before the exodus, the desperate mother prayed for her family to be transported. Upon arrival, her prayers turned to returning home.

Radhamani Sarma:



Hifsa Ashraf ‘s powerful verse portrays love, love lost, and the agony of separation from a mother’s point of view. In three lines, every choice of word conveys feelings of despair.

The very first line, “distant stars,” refers to her children living on an alien soil. Maybe they are hungry, doing hard work earning their own livelihood in their new country. The word ” distant” denotes a sense of longing for them, and the hyphen implies her endless conjecture about their situation.

In the second line, “the refugee mother rewrites,” the mother recalls her children’s presence. Whether they were separated by war, religious persecutions, crime or fear of punishment, whatever be the reason, the absence of her near and dear ones is a misery that gnaws at her.

The mother takes refuge in music, in a world of her own. She “rewrites / her lullaby” to take into account present circumstances. When a child is born, there is merriment, a mood of happiness and festivity; but for the “refugee mother” joy is short-lived. The lullaby is transformed into a longing for reunification and safety.

“If music be the food of love, play on” is a quote from Twelfth Night by Shakespeare. Here, music is the food for love, for love lost, for separation, for anxiety, and for a longing for reunification. Only a soothing melody can provide solace for a refugee mother’s heart and soul.



Urszula Marciniak—learning a new language:

The stars are far away. Maybe even so far away that they’re invisible. Another hemisphere. And the ones the refugee mother sees look alien. She already knows she won’t return to her homeland. She’s learning a new language, and her child will be rocked to sleep with a new version of a lullaby. She doesn’t want her child to long for something unattainable. She wants her new homeland to be her child’s homeland from the very beginning. She looks up again, and it’s still not her sky.

Author Hifsa Ashraf says:

I often write about war-related issues, and one of my poetry collections specifically focuses on the stories of refugee mothers and children. This haiku tells the story of a mother who, after being displaced by conflict, tries to hold on to a sense of normalcy and comfort by rewriting her lullaby, reshaping it to fit a world forever changed.

This haiku tells the tale of a mother who is forced to flee her home due to war, carrying with her not just physical burdens, but emotional ones too. In a foreign land (in a refugee camp), under a different sky, she tries to soothe her child, or she misses her child, but the lullaby she once knew no longer fits or she forgot it due to the traumatic experience of war. She rewrites her lullaby, perhaps in a new language, or with new memories to comfort her child in unfamiliar surroundings or deeply in a grief sharing her feelings of longing for her child who is no longer with her.

This opening sets a vast, quiet, almost timeless atmosphere. Distant stars symbolize both wonder and longing. Their distance means disconnection, loss of touch, and/or a sense of being far from home.

A lullaby is intimate, holding some personal touch with it which may be a memory or the only way to console her child who may or may not be with her. To rewrite it may mean changing the words, melody, or even language, adapting her tenderness and love to new surroundings, new fears, and hopes.

The contrast between stars and a mother’s lullaby depicts the emotional depth, showing how even in exile, love and care don’t fade.

Friday, June 27, 2025

The Haiku Foundation - Per Diem 2025

 


The Haiku Foundation, per diem September 22, 2025

https://thehaikufoundation.org/haiku-of-the-day-2025/

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The Haiku Foundation, per diem June 23, 2025

https://thehaikufoundation.org/hifsa-ashraf-4/

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

The Haiku Foundation's TikTok channel - Drops 2024

Featured poet on The Haiku Foundation's TikTok channel Drops by Pippa. 

tiktok.com/t/ZP8NhawKw/

Featured poems

patriarchal shadow overstepping my double helix


housebound

finding my place

in the milky way


solar eclipse...

he blames me

for the stillbirth


irregular life patterns her fading henna tattoo


late winter afternoon

slipping into the dust haze

a junglefowl's crow


meadow trail...

an earthworm unfolds

the smell of rain


two moons

slowing down

the night train


peacock flower--

I still am a mother

of the unborn child


silent retreat

a part of me 

growing older 


monsoon rain

turning off 

my social self


sufi meditation

sitting next to 

who I am  


parched land— 

the barn sparrow hops 

from patch to patch

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Haiku Dialogue, The Haiku Foundation, 2023

skylight window 
shifting the axis 
of my thoughts 

Haiku Dialogue- Rooms -Looking in

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spring equinox—
gliding through the mist
a shaheen falcon

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Avian Adventures – Favorite Moments in Birding

Wednesday, June 1, 2022

The Haiku Foundation Monthly Kukai, 2022

hat-trick of haiku :) 

Monthly Kukai, July  

Honorable Mention 

evening heat . . . 
mom holds my hands 
one last time

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Monthly Kukai, June

Second Prize 

back to school . . . 
a refugee child’s eyes 
fill with sunshine 

— Hifsa Ashraf (51 points - 6; 0; 4; 4; 1) 

There is an inherent and powerful “hook” (albeit experienced more strongly by some readers than by others) in the very mention of a child or children in haiku. With this comes the hazard that it is almost too easy to engage the reader’s sympathetic response without really delivering anything notable or specific. This poem has the merit of reminding us how the majority of children, in any culture, thrive on companionship and mental stimulus, just as much –– if not so obviously –– as a secure home and caring family.

In June there were 155 submissions from twenty-seven countries across five continents.
One hundred ten voters casting ballots determined the following results.

theme: sunshine

https://thehaikufoundation.org/thf-monthly-kukai-july-2022/

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Monthly Kukai, May 

Second Prize

wildflowers — 
the life we live 
without excuses 

 — Hifsa Ashraf (51 points - 3; 3; 6; 2; 2) 

 This haiku stands apart from the others in so far as the word blossoms has been sidestepped. It is at the same time the most enigmatic of them all. I do not know how to interpret “the life we live/without excuses”. I do know that idea pulls me in, and that I will return to ponder its meaning more than once, if not many times. Its meaning for me, that is.

theme: blossoms

In May there were 153 submissions from twenty-three countries across five continents.
Ninety-nine voters casting ballots determined the following results.


https://thehaikufoundation.org/thf-monthly-kukai-june-2022/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=thf-monthly-kukai-june-2022

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Haiga Video Project - New Trier School, Illionois, USA

My haiku based video haiga project of New Trier High School, Illinois USA supervised by John O’Connor. Thanks to Sophia Amin & John O’Connor. I thoroughly enjoyed writing and reading my haiku for this project.

Here are the links: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVbkvyJkNms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31FAGcKWm9w

https://youtu.be/d1uo7r2DzCw

Also featured in Troutswirl blog we will reprise a film featured in HaikuLife 2022.

spring daydreaming

squeezing my shadow

in the koi fish circle 

 

Kashmiri shawl 

the colourful threads weave 

a tapestry of dreams 


early spring breeze

the chorus of sparrows 

in the birdbath 


deep winter moon 

a beggar's bowl full

of the snowflakes 


mom's long lullaby 

the moonlit waves sway

a shikara boat 


bamboo flute song

the reprise of our silence 

across the forest 


lingering rhapsody 

the twilight colours descend

in Kashmiri saffron field


spring dream 

a himalayan monal's flight 

tinge the blue sky


snow upon snow

on the garden bench 

winter seclusion 


outgoing tide

a flock of migratory birds

uplift the horizon 


HaikuLife 2022 Reprised: Sophia Amin / HIfsa Ashraf - The Haiku Foundation 

      https://thehaikufoundation.org/haikulife-2022-reprised-sophia-amin-hifsa-ashraf/#comment-141493

Friday, March 4, 2022

The Haiku Foundation - Per Diem 2022


fading scent
of the fallen pines . . .
mom’s funeral day

previously in Autumn Moon Journal, December 2021

now on 3rd March, 2022 - THF Per Diem


Thursday, January 27, 2022

Haiku Dialogue - The Haiku Foundation, 2022

old novelist waking up from a dream in a dream

Haiku Dialogue - Family Portraits – Portrait Three

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evening shadows
overshadowing
my evening thoughts

Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - repetition/parallelism

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driftwood 
half buried in the sand 
my Achilles’ heel

Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - allusion (religious/mythic allusions)

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wind howling
through the knothole
my dead name

Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - personification

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sultry day—
the smell of straws
from a scarecrow

Published in Haiku Dialogue -Literary Devices - alliteration


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the thud of 
a fallen apple… 
moving day

Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - onomatopoeia

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papercut—
the sharp edge
of his words

Haiku Dialogue - Literary Devices - synecdoche/metonymy

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wedding day—
the motia bracelets
on mom’s hands

Haiku Dialogue - The Language of Flowers - Colour Symbolism


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jasmine qehwa 
i drift from dream 
to dream

Haiku Dialogue - Flora as food and medicine 

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wild orchid— 
how deep is the pain 
of this betrayal

Haiku Dialogue - The Scent of Flowers

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self-healing
I paint my face
with seven colours

Haiku Dialogue - making art

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heart-shaped kite 
the pull of his love 
still not visible

Haiku Dialogue - flying kites

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cobblestone alley 
the juxta puzzle 
of my random thoughts 

Haiku Dialogue - far from crowds

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morning pilgrimage 
each dewdrop carries 
its own sunlight 

Haiku Dialogue - on a pilgrimage


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Himalayan breeze

the aroma of lemongrass
from my qehwa


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku - Hanuman Bearing the Mountaintop with Medicinal Herbs

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in the rubble of war lingering lullabies


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku - In the Realms of the Unreal

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Helios’s betrayal
the quincunx
of sunflower seeds

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasi-ku- sunflower seeds 

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globalization—
yet we keep in mind
our own businesses

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasi-ku- “Nunavut, Our Land”


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winter equinox
finding the axis
of my shadow

Editor's Comments: 

There is no such thing as a winter equinox, and setting up this seasonal impossibility creates an immediate tension in this poem that will not be remedied. If seasons exist due to the tilt in the global axis, then the poet looks inward, to the seasons that compose herself, her contradictions and impossibilities – her shadow self.

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ekphrasti-ku, Tree of Hope, Remain Strong

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misguided generations
stack upon one another
their unforgivable sins

Wangechi Mutu
Misguided Little Unforgivable Hierarchies - Ekphrastic


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Hell Courtesan—
each fold of her obi
unfolds sufferings

Hell Courtesan - Ekphrastic
https://www.clevelandart.org/art/1985.268#

Monday, August 16, 2021

The Haiku Foundation - New to Haiku: Advice for Beginners

The Haiku Foundation - New to Haiku: Advice for Beginners

 This week, New to Haiku is pleased to interview Hifsa Ashraf. Her book, Her Fading Henna Tattoo, won honorable mentions in both the Touchstone Distinguished Books Awards for 2020 and the Haiku Society of America’s Merit Book Awards for 2021. Thanks for sharing your haiku journey with us, Hifsa.

In Advice for Beginners posts, we ask established haiku poets to share a bit about themselves so that you can meet them and learn more about their writing journeys. We, too, wanted to learn what advice they would give to beginning haiku poets.

Welcome to New to Haiku, Hifsa! How did you come to learn about haiku?

I became familiar with haiku accidentally when I was moderating one of the biggest Google Plus communities, POETS. Someone shared a haiku that intrigued me. I was inspired to write a three-line poem — that was my initial perception of haiku. I remember Martha Magenta and Brendon Kent started an interactive discussion on my poem that helped me to know the basics. Another haiku community on G+, Haiku Nook, also developed my interest to explore this form. Later on, I read some essays on Graceguts and AHA poetry and started writing haiku. After a few rejections from some journals, I gave up on writing haiku but then Michael Rehling’s acceptance email for Failed Haiku motivated me enough to dig deep and explore this form more.

Do you have a haiku mentor? What advice did they give you? Did someone else’s haiku greatly influence your own?

I am a self-taught haiku poet like many others but I feel blessed to have had some great mentors right from the beginning who helped me to revise and improve my initial haiku. I would like to particularly mention a few names who helped me through my initial understanding of haiku: Alan Summers, Nicholas Klacsanzky, Brendon Kent, and the late Martha Magenta. The work of Debbie Strange influenced me deeply and I tried my hand at tanka and haiga after reading her work.  

Where do you most often write? Do you have a writing process?

To be honest, it’s spontaneous. I have written most of my work, especially a couple of books, in a day or two as I felt myself drowned into my imagination, a bit disconnected from the outer world. My surroundings are a big stimulant for writing — I have chosen bold social issues to write about. I usually write about humanitarian crises, mental health, and socio-political themes, as the dark side of realities inspire me to write. Besides humanitarian crises, rain and seasonal transformation are other elements that inspire me the most. My Urdu and Punjabi poetry is greatly influenced by the rain, especially monsoons.

Your fourth poetry chapbook, her deep-rooted scars, was recently published by Alba Publishing. I know this collection is close to your heart. Can you tell us more about it?

Being a feminist, I love to write about women’s rights and gender-based taboos. Her deep-rooted scars, by Alba Publishing UK, is another ‘too feminine’ poetry collection that I am immensely proud of. Her deep-rooted scars is about half-widows, or Kashmiri widows, whose husbands have disappeared, are missing, and are not confirmed dead due to the ongoing humanitarian crisis in Indian-administered Kashmir.  These women are not officially declared as widows due to the unverified deaths of their husbands. It’s a small tribute to all those half-widows who are continuously facing abuse and socio-economical, legal, financial, and mental health issues without having any protection and support in that region.

How do you approach reading haiku?

I recommend reading the work of some fine poets – for example, Alan Summers, Nicholas Klacsanzky, Michael Dylan Welch, Jim Kacian, Brendon Kent, Debbie Strange, Adjei Agyei-Baah – for quick haiku learning based on my personal experience. I often read haiku books from The Haiku Foundation’s digital library and consider it one of the best sources of learning haiku.

For those just starting out, what advice would you give?

Believe me, not every three-line poem is a haiku and not every five-line poem is a tanka. Read the basics first by following the authentic sources I mentioned earlier — Graceguts and AHA poetry. Follow the true practices of haiku writing and do justice with this short-form poetry. Also be patient whilst exploring this form as it will take some time before you get the pulse of it. Please read the work of authentic and published poets (as appear in The Haiku Foundation Registry). Read and submit to the best haiku and senryu journals – such as Failed Haiku, hedgerow: a journal of small poems, Acorn, Stardust Haiku, Prune Juice Journal, Presence, Wales Haiku Journal, and, for regular practice, I recommend Haiku Dialogue – if you want to know how much your work adheres to the authenticity and quality of haiku poetry.

Being an editor at Haiku Commentary, along with Nicholas Klacsanzky and Jacob Salzer, I recommend new haiku writers read the commentaries of haiku and related forms that we regularly share through our blog. This will help you to understand the idea/theme behind a haiku and give you the big picture of this short form. We have shared the commentaries of a few beginning haiku writers in order to give them encouragement to continue their haiku journey. I encourage you to explore it more and submit your work as well. 

What are your favorite haiku that you have written? Can you share a story behind one of them?

I have written both good and bad haiku. But, the haiku that I have compiled as my micropoetry books are my best work. Every haiku in my books is a real story, and I can extract more stories from them being a storyteller so it’s difficult to say that one particular haiku is my favourite. I often mention my first haiku as my top favourite; it was published in haikuniverse back in 2017 and is now part of my micropoetry book, her deep-rooted scars. The haiku with a little bit of revision is:

nostalgia
the walnut door bangs
back and forth

What haiku-related project are you currently working on that brings you joy? What do you like about it?

Recently, I have focused more on compiling my work as books than submitting it to various journals. I have had four books published so far and I am working on four more, one at a time. The issues in my surroundings inspire me to use this form as a tool to become a voice of the voiceless and highlight issues in a subtle way by putting myself into their shoes and letting my imagination run wild for the hidden places that are still in the dark by connecting the dots through my poetry. I like being a part of those stories to create more stories out of them. I feel contentment and fulfillment when my work on some social issues gets published, appreciated by people, and especially when I donate the proceeds to charity organizations that are working for human rights, especially for the rights of women and children. Because of my background in psychology, I often advocate for mental health through my poetry. Now, it has become my signature style in poetry and comes naturally to me when I write.

Anything else you’d like to share?

Be real and honest whatever you write. This is how you can give the true reflection of your creativity. I always enjoy work that is based on some real personal experience as it gives me a chance to know the unique life experiences of others and learn from them. Last but not least, please focus on authentic sources of information when it comes to this genre. Without knowing the basics, your haiku may get published, win, or get appreciated by others, but it may not make any difference in the long run.  

Link: https://thehaikufoundation.org/new-to-haiku-advice-for-beginners-hifsa-ashraf/

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

The Haiku Foundation, 2021

singularity— 
the point where 
he leaves me alone

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – blackholes

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back to my homeland
still orbiting around me
the war debris

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – Satellites 

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sky-light contouring the edges of her deep blue bruises 


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – Distance Suns

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space junk—

not enough stars  

to make a constellation


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – Satellites 

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hospice visitation 
in grandma’s eyes 
a cluster of stars

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – Star clusters

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child's first smile expanding the milky way

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Ad Astra – the universe

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busy sidewalk
my daydream goes
down the rabbit hole

Haiku Dialogue - Finding Peace and Contemplation, in a city

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skipping stone
one after another
broken thoughts


Haiku Dialogue - exercising in a park

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drinking tea alone
the weight
of each sip

Haiku Dialogue - at a tea party

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winter’s end—
the remnants of butter
in mom’s butter churn


Haiku Dialogue - Finding peace and contemplation in worn, imperfect and transient things

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antique rustic wagon
over the farmer’s initials
a price tag

Haiku Dialogue - in worn, imperfect and transient things, rustic wagon

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overloaded cart
in the donkey’s eyes
dusk deepens

Outdoors with curious donkeys


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long forest trail . . .
I open the pandora’s box
of my thoughts

Outdoors - in a forest

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fire rainbow
the kaleidoscope
of my spring dreams

Outdoors - Watching Clouds

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self-isolation
the fading fingerprints
on my doorbell

door to door

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wisteria trellis
my spring dreams find
a home

Haiku dialogue- leafy trellis

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at the end
of a cobbled alley
mom’s call

Haiku dialogue- island alley

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cracked pavement
the zigzag patterns
of wild grass

Haiku dialogue- tiny plants in rock crevice

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twilight hush . . .
a cow’s bell keeps
the herd on track


Haiku dialogue- Finding Peace and Contemplation

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early spring . . .
the butterfly wings
of red maple

Haiku dialogue- milkweed pod

Friday, January 3, 2020

The Haiku Foundation, 2020

 
Shakespeare’s rendition 
the show must go 
(on)line

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Connection through Art

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summer’s end

at the hospice window

hazy moon


HAIKU DIALOGUE – opposite attraction - arrive/leave


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icebreaker…

a crow cawing, outside

the polling station


HAIKU DIALOGUE – opposite attraction - loud/quiet

 
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below
the blueness
of sky blackout
 
HAIKU DIALOGUE – opposite attraction - above/below
  
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war cemetery – 
the big shadow 
of a small grave
 
 HAIKU DIALOGUE – opposite attraction - big/small
 
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warm sunlight… 
I let go the memory 
of his cold words
 
HAIKU DIALOGUE – opposite attraction - hot/cold
 
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lurking moon…
the uplifting waves
of her room’s curtains
 
HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of the thief

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sleepless night the weight of a tilted family photograph

HAIKU DIALOGUE – bedridden


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self-isolation thoughts mending the broken cobweb


HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of the housekeeper 


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Murree chairlift
I scribble a poem
on every passing cloud


HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of the itinerant

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dinner alone
the aroma of garam masala
mixed with fog


HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of the chef
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honeycomb
on a *tahli branch
stinging memories


*A Punjabi name for Dalbergia sissoo tree

HAIKU DIALOGUE – the way of the gardener 


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orange sky —
he paves the way
for departure

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Orange


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evening horizon
the flying birds uplift
the crimson waves


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Red


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one after another
the pink clouds refine
my thoughts


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Pink


beyond
my breaking point…
magnolia blossoms


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – White

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summer twilight…
the fading whistle
of a shoe polisher

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Purple

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housebound thoughts
a swarm of morphos
on the tree trunk


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Blue


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pale moon
I work from home
till midnight

HAIKU DIALOGUE – Haiku Prism – Yellow

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self-isolation
the lingering fragrance
of wildflowers


HAIKU DIALOGUE – The Haiku Mind – Signs of Spring


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refugee camp…
the lingering smell
of desi roti


HAIKU DIALOGUE – The Haiku Mind – Favorite Meal


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a shrill cry
of the koala bear
distant thunder


HAIKU DIALOGUE – The Haiku Mind – Wild Animals


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spring sky —
I reach to the edge
of this universe


HAIKU DIALOGUE – The Haiku Mind – Sky’s Expanse


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wave after wave
the moon weaves my silence
into a symphony


HAIKU DIALOGUE – The Haiku Mind – Water in Motion 


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afternoon meditation
the dust is settling
in an empty bowl 


HAIKU DIALOGUE – Seeing Beyond Seeing – Photo Two


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climate change y(our) new year’s resolution


Turn of the Decade – New Year’s Resolution