We Have a Haiku Monday Winner!

8.18.2011

ho hum. another gorgeous vista from NorCal

Hello, all you fabulous poets,
The question is not -- to judge or not to judge, but rather how to judge.  I am both honored and humbled by this daunting task that was set before me.  I've done my best and enjoyed every minute spent with your wonderful haiku poems. What unique talents you have.  Even though you all addressed the same subject, your creative efforts led you in diverse directions.  That's the beauty of the beast.  Each haiku is special. Thanks for all the new things I learned.  What an inspiration you have been to me.  You have my love and appreciation. Keep writing.  I'll be reading and may join you and write myself from time to time.  One day we should try an exercise in Cinquain.  That would be fun. I invite your comments and will welcome your insight.  Please contact me at: allegro_88@comcast.net.
Sincerely,
Karen
Here we go, my dear poets.




(Troll)
A boy or a girl?
December's choice warms or cools.
Real Climactic Change.
Once I realized the boy and girl were El Nino and La Nina (duh!), our famous California winds, this made great sense.  Well written.  Contains the traditional seasonal reference.

Corp of Discovery
Courageous Captain:
"Ocean in view. O! The Joy!"
Wet winter awaits.
Best classical haiku and traditional use of kigo and kireji.  Exuberant exclamatory kireji cuts this clever haiku, leaving us to wonder which ocean, where is he headed.  This immediately called to mind "Master and Commander."  We hope he is somewhere in the southern hemisphere for this winter journey.
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(Karl)

High translucent crest,
roaring into the shoreline
Cowabunga dude!
Having surfed (or tried to) at Doheny State Beach, Dana Point, CA in the sixties, I can definitely relate.  Exciting image of catching that perfect wave.  Because this great verbal exclamatory kireji is at the end, we feel a heightened sense of closure; he rode that wave all the way.  Cowabunga! 
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(fishy)

Riotous colors
expressed b'neath half moon light,
Cowabunga blooms!
Seasonal implication.  "Riotous colors" vibrantly fills the imagination.  Once again, an exciting kireji that expresses a bursting forth.  Nice visual imagery.

Chickory photos:
Hydrangea envy,
Pacific pinks for your Mom!
Mine look like bruises.
Evoked similar feelings of my own black thumb.  Best friend's perfectly Pacific pink flowers put mine to shame.  This haiku paints a perfect picture, both visually and emotionally.  Love it!  Made me laugh.
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(Fleur)




Golden Mountain
Land of Golden Dreams
lures with shimmer, and betrays.
Mirage, far from home.
Title calls to mind something glorious.  But we are in for a surprise.  This haiku runs the gamut of emotions -- hope, disappointment, even despair.  Excellent use of imagery in describing our fair California.  Having lived here off and on for years, I can relate to her siren song and abrupt betrayal.  This kireji slams us to the mat.  We feel the deceit and question our choices.

(Fleur)
Hawaiian Honeymoon
palm fronds and flowers
blushing limbs and seaspray tang
lava buries us
This haiku elicits both visual and olfactory senses.  The ending suggests inevitable destruction

Cedar Closet
Mohair sweater hangs;
a bittersweet souvenir
of Sausalito.
A modern, rather than traditional, haiku. Evokes an emotion all of us have felt at one time or another--perhaps for a lost love?  I can just see that sweater hanging there.  
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(Czar)

South---. Swimming in it..
Like Rodgers', Hammerstein's heirs:
Nothing like a dame.
This brought a smile as I conjured up visions of Bali Hai, beetle nuts, and Nellie Forbush.  Clever that you omitted "Pacific" to keep to 5 syllables; hmmmm, what would the master say?  Great kirejic cut with the traditional colon, which establishes a connection between the two parts, implying that the last line represents the essence of the former.  Cleverly conceived.


September plunge brings
Santa Monica surprise.
Warm sun; sea fall fresh
Classic kigo and kireji invokes the southern California autumn.  Nicely written.




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(moi)

Neither hippie nor
holy holds the key.  Peace, bro?
Fight the current's flow.
This one could have some deep meaning, in my opinion.  I really like the "hippie" and "holy" reference.  Excellent choice of words.  Society's ills presented simply.  I like the mid-kireji question.  The answer is up to each of us.  Great haiku; however, typically they "shouldn't" rhyme.

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(foam)

Vortex of refuse ..
Great Pacific Garbage Patch:
Plastics, sludge, debris.
Definite visual, albeit negative, imagery.  Dredges up not only the literal litter/trash image, but also one's emotional sludge as well.  The traditional colon calls for inward scrutiny of both parts; perhaps asking ourselves, are we doing our own individual part, however small, to protect our environment?

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(fishy)

Pacific vibe:
Churlishness declined.
Raman's peace shall reign upon
all unwasteful guests
Those who have not been to Raman's Coffee House in Half Moon Bay might not appreciate the depth of this haiku.  Is the writer speaking only from the pictures and commentary on the blog; if so, he or she caught the essence of the place and of Raman himself.  The kireji that ends the first line invokes that line's importance to the whole.  I think I'd use a dash instead of a period, for emphasis.

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(pam)

Cranky baby cries;
his bottle is not ready.
here's pacifier.
This one inspires a common vision and emotion experienced by all moms.  Clever to think of "pacifier;" not quite "Pacific," but no matter.  Simply stated, in keeping with the goal of haiku to give voice to the ordinary daily events of our lives.  Great traditional usage of the kireji, although I'd use a colon after "ready" to entwine the two parts.  I can see this frazzled mom, especially in the "olden" days when we didn't have the speed of the microwave.

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(pam)

California dreams
were manifest destiny.
Young man going west.
History presented simply -- Gold Rush, Pony Express, "Paint Your Wagon."  May I suggest here that poems have different meanings for us at different times, depending on our current frame of reference.  Having recently watched "Paint Your Wagon," I instantly thought of Clint Eastwood and Lee Marvin and the title song, "Got a dream, boy, got a song. Paint your wagon and come along."  Nicely conceived.
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(princess)

Great Barrier Reef
Coloured kaleidoscope
Beauty lies beneath
Lovely visual imagery leads us to vividly imagine the beauty that lies beneath.  Beautifully expressed.  You must have been there, princess.

Battle of the North
Japanese unrelenting...
Them Yanks sure could fly!
We can visualize this magnificent air battle.  Perfect emphasis and tie-in made with the use of the kirejic ellipsis instead of a colon.  And, yes, them Yanks sure could fly!  Go Jimmy Doolittle and raiders ("Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo"), just four months after Pearl Harbor.  Please clarify your reference to the "Battle of the North."  I'd be interested to know more.

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(aunty belle)

Pacific Pinnipeds
Remember how we
climbed mist sprayed rocks--And the
stench of Sea Lions?
Cool!  A new word for me.  Guess I don't know much about sea lions and walruses.  This haiku awakens senses of touch, sight, and smell.  Oops!  I see only six syllables, but I definitely smell the sea lions.
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(aunty belle)

ESALEN
Ghosts of Kerouac,
Huxley; Human potential--
clothing optional.
This thought-provoking haiku caught me literarily off guard.  I must confess I googled Jack Kerouac and Aldous Huxley for more in-depth background, which enlightened me immensely when it came to understanding this work.  I learned that Huxley espoused visual communication and sight-related theories--hence, "clothing optional."
I enjoyed learning something new.  Thank you.  Interesting how you put together these few syllables.  Oh, I also learned that Esalen is an actual place, a retreat.




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(boxer)

Lake Burning, car full
travelling to a new coast,
my forever home.
I see you moving across the country, something I know a lot about, having experienced it more times than I care to remember.  Evokes images for anyone who has ever relocated, hoping this move will be the last.  Nicely put.
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(Karl)

Watching bubbles rise
Decompression pondering
Half Moon Bay haiku
Great picture of the thought process as you contemplate what to write.  Superb visual picture of the diver searching for words.
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Seductive Sarongs
Trade winds, baguettes and Bordeaux
Tahiti beckons
After reading this delightful haiku, we'll all be on a slow boat to Tahiti, not China.  Evocative imagery.
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August Forty Five
Uranium's fury
Ends Pacific War
Again we have extreme visual remembrance from only a few syllables.  Amazing what images words can conjure up.  Well written.  Just need 7 syllables in line 2.  Powerful!
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(buzz kill)

Wild waters to left,
Certain death highway - pshaw!
Frisco here I come!
Having traveled north and south several times on California's beautiful, curvy, magnificent, treacherous Highway 1, I clearly see the visual picture here.  Love the kirejic exclamation and joyful, devil-may-care ending.  Alas, there are only 6 syllables in the second line, "pshaw" being pronounced with a silent 'P'.  Perhaps, "Oh, pshaw!" to make 7 syllables?  This was fabulous.  Loved it.  Write more.
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(fishy)

Pacific:
Phosphorescent waves
heave upward, reaching point break,
curling into me
Once more we see vivid imagery.  Can almost hear the pounding surf.
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Casey Haiku Submission #1
misty bay captures
ancient secrets carried west
burned up by the sun
Hauntingly mysterious.  Stirs the imagination.  Beautiful.
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Casey Haiku Submission #1
Land of fruits and nuts?
Sunshine...coastline...wine and weed --
Methinks thou art blessed!
This one brought the biggest smile and loudest laugh.  Conjures up all sorts of images associated with California.  Fun!  Good honk!  Clever indeed.  Double entendre?  Great use of ellipses to give emphasis.  As the reader, we want to pause for a deep savory "ahhhh" breath as we visualize each word picture.  Love the idiomatic "methinks."  Yes, we Californians are blessed, despite the taxes, lousy politicians, and high gas prices (taxes again!).  Yep, gotta be grateful.
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(xl)

Pele's fiery hand
slow to caress the ocean
quick to give the land
Absolutely awesome imagery.  Beautiful choice of words to invoke the Volcanic Goddess.  Perfectly painted picture.  Some may take exception with the first line, but I must go with Webster's first choice for pronunciation of "fiery" as "fir'e" in opposition to "fi'e'ry."
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(who wrote this?)

'Neath moonrise glided
waves an ancient of the deep
rises--blue as lupines.
Summons forth a haunting image of the Blue Whale, largest animal to have ever lived.  These whales look true blue underwater, but on the surface they appear a mottled blue-gray.  Beautiful imagery.  Was fun to read about these whales.  Thanks.
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(bob)
Judgement of Haiku
Where to place the kireji?
I'll be out of town.
Wait till I get my hands on you, bob!  Leaving me to judge these awesome haikus alone.  You know Libras can't make decisions.  "Where to place the kireji?"  Typical of bob, with his conscientious aviation background and meticulousness.  My friends, should you fly into SFO, he'll be controlling your plane once it hits the ground.  If you're departing, find a sudden gate change, and have to make a run for it, he will have done that too.  But he really is a nice guy and an awesome guitarist, singer, and songwriter.

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Thank you, Ande, for this amazing opportunity.  I feel honored and unworthy of this judgmental position.  To the Haiku writers, your amazing talents made this very difficult. 
I've taken the liberty of issuing my own "awards" as follows:

Most Classic/Traditional:  Courageous Captain.

Seasonal:  December; September; August '45; Courageous Captain; Hydrangeas; Riotous color.

Evokes Emotion:  
Golden Mountain; Cedar Closet; New coast/forever home; Captain.

Historical:  California Dreams; Flying Yanks; August '45.

Sensuous (not sensual, you hooligans):  Hawaiian Honeymoon; Pacific Pinnipeds

Action:  Cowabunga Surfer Dude

Simple and Sweet:  Baby; New coast.

Humorous:  Hydrangeas; nothin' like a dame; land of fruits and nuts.

Visual: Riotous colors; hydrangeas; Hwy 1; Vortex of Refuse.

Most obtuse (had to search for the meaning): Boy/Girl; Raman's; Kerouac/Huxley; Ancient of the Deep.

Best Painted Pictures:  Barrier Reef; Tahiti; Phosphorescent waves; Misty Bay; Pele.

Whatever:  Hippie/Holy; Bubble/Decompression
And the WINNER is: 

CASEY!

Land of fruits and nuts?
Sunshine...coastline...wine and weed --
Methinks thou art blessed!



This has been such a joy!  Thanks to all of you.
Karen (aka Allegro) 

* NOTE FROM MANAGEMENT: CASEY IS A MEATSPACE FRIEND FROM BLUE RIDGE WHO ALSO COMPETED IN THE CHICKEN CHALLENGE. (Casey, you cannot get your prize unless you show yourself in the comment section of this blog. just saying -prove your reality! ) CONGRATULATIONS TO CASEY, AND A VERY GRATEFUL THANK YOU TO KAREN FOR AN EPIC JOB WELL DONE.


Visitation

2.19.2011

Golden-Luke
Luke: Patron Saint of Painters. gouache illustration for Bas Bleu Bookseller
a winged ox 
from Ezekiel's mystic apocalypse
to sunlit studio
resplendent in wing and wisdom
centuries of time traversed
bringer of vision 
sure hands
show it if you tell it
eternal friend
you never fail

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I painted Koby for V's anniversary present. (It turns out we have only been married 18 years.) I had a left over piece of 24 x 24 red oak from the table V made for the studio, and used it for the substrate. I used the photo I took of Koby on the last snow day as my guide and think it is pretty close. In a way, the painting is more Koby-like than the photo, possibly because I tried to compensate for the foreshortening that makes her nose disproportionately large


Originally I had a background with some surface decoration that I painted back over muting it down to some "noise". I had planned to do some kind of raindrop pattern but then I saw a woodpecker outside and decided to paint a ring of living things around her. It ended up being too bright and too much, so I decided to sand it down. That looked cool like she was painted on some old sign or something. But the sanding took off some of the background color, so when I patched it up, it didnt match because I had changed the character of the surface with the sanding.


Note the homage to Frida Kahlo with the dead bird necklace
On Friday I went back in and painted the ring of life again and changed some of the elements, making it a bit more symmetrical than what you see above. I will need to then add some deeper golden color behind it to give it dimension, and then sand it down again, but with a lighter hand. Then I might over paint the ring with the yellow background color in sheer washes to take it down further. If that doesnt work I will accept that this idea failed (or I failed the idea is a better way to say it) and start again - but the dog herself stays as is. I hope to finish tomorrow.

Haiku Monday *revised*

2.06.2011

pool surface

pond at forest edge
surface tension mirrored
essential life

or

pond at forest edge
essential life mirrored
in surface tension

***Master Basho's Ghost informed me that I failed to get a 5-7-5 format. Here is a new entry:




Thunder sand and spray
moon pulls foam edges into
azure horizon


** Haiku Thursday is a weekly multi-participant game that anyone can play. Visit the Haiku Host to find the topic for the week, then post your haiku on your blog, and let the Haiku Host know that you are up. The Badge of Great Honor will be awarded and the winner may display that badge on his/her blog.

Feed Me Frida

7.07.2010

In honor of Frida Kaho's birthday yesterday, I am re-posting a poem I wrote after my neck surgery. It seems as appropriate as ever - it speaks to the fragility of the collective spirit this summer.


frida catch me
it seems i've fallen
lay me beside your broken column
be my sister
be my guide
my patron saint when bones collide
send me a blackbird
she'll soothe my frown
and i shall stare the curious down



frida watch me
i'll weather this storm
surgeons and pins remaking my form
our sky's grown dark
the earth it's cracked
let beauty and grace keep us intact


frida see me
im the little deer
however severe
i'll be of good cheer
be my sister
be my guide



take me where fearless painters reside
lets soar above
that broken limb
and paint our way out of the trouble we're in

frida watch me
i'll heal in the forest
let there be fusion wherever its porous
the lighting cracked
the river it rages
let beauty and grace flow onto our pages


frida feed me
just like your nurse
the love embrace
of the universe
be my sister
be my guide
we'll trust that abundance will always provide

lets sip the nectar
from our creative protector
and we'll dismiss that sorrowful spectre

frida hold me
I'm sleepy now
that's all the writing these meds will allow
it's raining tonight
i hear it falling
let beauty and grace be our highest calling

The Cardinal

4.12.2010

cardinal

heard before seen
vermillion flashing
heartbreak extreme
false sky then crashing
limp but still warm
with blue milky eyes
spirit, transform
return to the skies

2-hounds-an-a-cardinal

in the night garden

8.13.2009
























i couldnt sleep
so i checked on the hen
she was awake
so i opened the pen
and took her with trout
out into the night
to visit the garden
by the brilliant moonlight
passed through tall darkness
of whispery pine
then the field opened up
its color sublime
my shadow stretched long
and i was E.T.
a nightjar called softly
from the sweet gum tree
a cool photo filter
colored the world
around the moon
a planet swirled
was it jupiter or saturn?
i still dont know
i but know where
Ursa Major will show
but half of her faded
the sky like blue jeans
constellation bisected
by blinking machines
under the stars
and beneath the sunflowers
nothing is wrong
the sweet life is ours

*22x30 oil pastel drawing of Trout and Easter in the night garden
CLICK for extra large view.

the creek

6.17.2009


thunder flowed through forest mist
and cooled the skin that sunlight kissed
eternal tumble; trout's domain
fern filled banks where jewelweed reign
deepest darkest green lives here
the end of path where deer appear
if its refuge that you seek
you'll find none better than the creek

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