WHA Haiga Contest (06/2015)
poniedziałek, 29 czerwca 2015
czwartek, 18 czerwca 2015
środa, 17 czerwca 2015
sunrise
I watch my shadow
stretching itself
I watch my shadow
stretching itself
wschód słońca
patrzę jak mój cień
się przeciąga
Second Place (Shintai)
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blackbird song...
filling the silence
between us
melodia kosa...
wypełnia ciszę
wypełnia ciszę
pomiędzy nami
Honourable Mention (Shintai)
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his hand
pointing to the moon
full of dark spots
Honourable Mention (Shintai)
June 2015
sobota, 13 czerwca 2015
wtorek, 9 czerwca 2015
czwartek, 4 czerwca 2015
busker music
stray dog's tail and my feet
in the same rhythm
***
waiting at café window
each raindrop falls
into another
***
funeral procession
the snow slowly covering
the way back
***
deep silence
I feel the weight
of the snow
Whirligig Vol. VI-1 May 2015
Haiku ukazały się w wersji angielskiej, polskiej i holenderskiej.
środa, 3 czerwca 2015
blackbird song
my sumi-e bamboo grows
beyond the sheet
my sumi-e bamboo grows
beyond the sheet
2nd Place
The song of the blackbird is one of the most familiar and loved songs heard in any
garden; liquid and rounded, as in the ink in a brush. Perhaps the artist is
sitting in their garden just caught up in the melodious notes meditating or in
the moment the blackbird takes flight with a loud flushing call, the artist's
brush also flies off the page! In this light-hearted scene we see the contrast of
the blackbird and ink to the white of the paper. We hear the contrast of song to
the silence of sumi-e painting.
Altogether the elements flow nicely between a rhythm of the "b" alliteration. I especially appreciate this haiku for its tone of classical Japanese haiku. It can take us back as early as the 12th century with traditional Japanese ink painting. Zen masters have used ink painting on the path to enlightenment expressing hidden messages of great depth.
Altogether the elements flow nicely between a rhythm of the "b" alliteration. I especially appreciate this haiku for its tone of classical Japanese haiku. It can take us back as early as the 12th century with traditional Japanese ink painting. Zen masters have used ink painting on the path to enlightenment expressing hidden messages of great depth.
—UHTS aha Contest Judge b'oki, USA
poniedziałek, 1 czerwca 2015
cold breeze
I put my hand deeper
into his pocket
I put my hand deeper
into his pocket
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all the
words
I have no courage
to say
my finger slips
on the enter key
I have no courage
to say
my finger slips
on the enter key
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Junicho
En Route
| thaw - more and more sky on the road |
Janina |
| clouds gather in the rainwater barrel |
Gabriel |
| new love I add more redness to the poppies on aquarel |
Magda |
| she looks for the warmth on the other side of bed |
Maria |
| spring sun the whiteness of linens so pristine |
Magdalena |
| vernissage - colors mix in the artist's drink |
Janina |
| double rainbow boy with an umbrella jumps into the puddle |
Gabriel |
| Harvest Moon the muddy road glitters |
Maria |
| going back home my feet in your prints |
Magdalena |
| at the door foreign pairs of shoes |
Magda |
| lark's voice the night passes with green tea |
Janina |
| burning out candle shadows around disappearing |
Magdalena |
A twelve verse free-style renku
Janina Kołodziejczyk, Italy
Magda Sobieszek, Poland
Maria Tomczak, Poland
Magdalena Banaszkiewicz, Poland
Gabriel Sawicki, Poland
Started on February 14, 2014 and completed on Ferbruary 19, 2014.
piątek, 29 maja 2015
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