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Sep 202013
 

Thank you for submitting to the second Svetlana Marisova Memorial Kukai. We received 21 entries to the chosen theme “at-one-ment”.

The call for votes and a copy of the list will also be published on Svetlana’s blog at http://marisova.com

Please send your votes to: theartofhaiku@gmail.com
Only poets who have submitted poems are eligible to participate in the voting. Each voting poet has a total of six (6) points to be awarded to the entered haiku that they most admire. As no more than 3 points may be cast for any single poem voters will be choosing a minimum of 2 poems and a maximum of 6. So choose carefully from among the submitted poems for the ones that best exemplify clarity, concision, depth and expression of the theme. Poets are requested not to vote for their own poems.

Please use the following example format to submit your votes:
#3—1 pt
#27–3 pts
#31–1 pt
#45–1 pt

List by the numerical order of the poems, not by personal preference. And please be sure to sign your votes.

Deadline for voting will be September 28.

The organisers will attempt to tally all the valid votes and announce the results by email to participants and on http://marisova.com within a few days from the 28th.

Copyright: Each poem entered in this kukai is copyrighted by the attributed poet. The organisers makes no claim to the poem for copyright purposes and acknowledge that the poem appears at the courtesy of the author.

Here are the entries for “at-one-ment”:

1.
alone in a crowd
even the doves silent
even the lilies

2.
spider spinning…
the intricate patterns of
life’s question

3.
a black point
expands from the horizon-
camel caravan

4.
day of fasting…
between the mosque and temple
an olive tree

5.
old asylum —
a broken cry comes
from the moon

6.
golden leaves in fall
there is no pun-ish-meant
splendid autumn… of life

7.
heat wave –
doves dip in each other’s
reflection

8.
falling leaves—
the ache
for oneness

9.
sparrow bones
the willow still
echoing . . .

10.
a mountain of stars –
the neverending reach
of forgiveness

11.
autumn moon –
embers glowing to ashes
to dust

12.
in the space
between words . . .
worlds

13.
first notes
of the mockingbird’s song…
high holy days

14.
traveling light
a soul enters the river
of heaven

15.
lip by lip
around a fire circle …
the glowing moon

16.
river dam-
the water before
and after

17.
third eye opens
on our walks
dog star

18.
first drought—
I make an altar
of this tree stump

19.
autumn rain
I spend the day
with my inner child

20.
I churn and make
drawings in the sesame paste–
Buddha smiles…

21.
an abundant star
soul dusting a universe
filled with itself

Thank you for participating and good luck,

Hansha & Ted

Sep 052013
 

September 7 2013 is the second anniversary of Svetlana Marisova’s passing. Coincidentally, Pope Francis has announced that, on September 7 2013, “we will gather in prayer and in a spirit of penance, invoking God’s great gift of peace upon the beloved nation of Syria and upon each situation of conflict and violence around the world. Humanity needs to see these gestures of peace and to hear words of hope and peace! I ask all the local churches, in addition to fasting, that they gather to pray for this intention.” It has also been reported that the Grand Mufti of Syria, Ahmad Badreddin Hassou, the spiritual leader of Sunni Islam in Syria, expressed his desire to join the Pope in this prayer.

Svetlana deliberately mispronounced certain English words and the word ‘atonement’ was a favourite. She always pronounced it as ‘at-one-ment’ to emphasise its origin in Old English referring to the state of being at one with. This was, for her, the heart of the contemplative life that she always felt to be her calling.

Prayer and fasting (atonement) is the clearest expression of a desire to be at one with. In writing haiku we explore in word and image the fundamental connection of all things where the connections are not easily apparent until unearthed through juxtaposition or disjunction.

Submissions are invited now for the Svetlana Marisova Memorial Kukai 2013.

Each poet should send no more than one haiku to theartofhaiku[at]gmail[dot]com no later than September 14 including their name and country of residence. (substitute @ and . for their word indicators in the given email address)

The theme chosen for this year’s kukai is ‘at-one-ment’ however you may wish to express it.

In the interests of fair-play please do not submit any haiku that has been previously published, workshopped or shared with anyone who may also submitting an entry for this kukai.

A kukai is a peer-judged haiku contest.

The call for votes will be posted by email to all contributing poets before September 21 listing all submitted entries anonymously. A copy of the list will also be published on Svetlana’s blog at http://marisova.com

Only poets who have submitted poems will be eligible to participate in the voting. Each voting poet has a total of six (6) points to be awarded to the entered haiku that they most admire. As no more than 3 points may be cast for any single poem voters will be choosing a minimum of 2 poems and a maximum of 6. So choose carefully from among the submitted poems for the ones that best exemplify clarity, concision and depth. Poets are requested not to vote for their own poems.

Please use the following format to submit your votes:
#3—1 pt
#27–3 pts
#31–1 pt
#45–1 pt

List by the numerical order of the poems, not by personal preference. And please be sure to sign your votes.

Deadline for voting will be September 28.

The organisers will attempt to tally all the valid votes and announce the results by email to participants and on http://marisova.com within the following week.

The organisers will not be eligible to enter this kukai.

Copyright: Each poem entered in this kukai is copyrighted by the attributed poet. The organisers makes no claim to the poem for copyright purposes and acknowledge that the poem appears at the courtesy of the author.

Dec 292012
 

Yes I do not know who I am sleeping and my breathing in and out with sand flowing from my fingers and toes into the air like the incense I like the smell of after benediction and the footsteps that take me into the ocean that absorbs all sound when my feet find the wet sand sinking through my toes with the pull of the sea not cold but the coolness of this vastness rippling around my thighs lapping against my maidenhead and goosebumps expecting what revelation will come with this breath sounds somewhere in and around me oh yes

Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

after dark –
the glossolalia
of the sea

yes I am the Samaritan lady at the well with the middle eastern sun and sand the man asks me to draw water for him his eyes not undressing me like men do since I began to shape into a woman but he yes he sees me and asks me yes for water yet he asks me to see who he is that I if I ask he will give me living water and I am not just a sinner but a creature in a desert thirsting and this man is offering me water that will never stop like a spring welling up like this quickening that loosens in me yes

Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

autumn night
unfolding before my eyes
from nothing

but God is silent existing only in an unapproachable light on the other side of all that is outside of the vastness of space and the billion upon billions of years of time when change first began the way my heart burns within me and the quickening I feel like it must feel to have a baby growing inside my womb if I put frangipani flowers in my hair or jasmine like the other girls and wear a pretty yes and welcome his kiss in a shady grove and I am wanting him more than any other and then I ask him with my eyes to find me and yes he would seek and yes I would

Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

frogpond –
the forgotten silence
of tadpoles

closer to me than I am myself filling my innermost self knowing my weaknesses and aches in ways that are too big for me to grasp for when I think I know it flits by yes he is in all I know from the light of stars long long gone to the edge of swelling space from the seed of my birth to the void of my death in every fold of my body every beat of my heart every stirring of my mind and yes again parting the petals of my lips and yes my light my arms around and yes drawing him down to my breasts all yielding yes

Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

in the wind
what might have been …
sleepless moon

yes the emptiness not even lightning can illuminate parts for me and I hear breathing as of some long forgotten coupling while a dark wind broods with warm breast and with yes bright wings

first light …
for a moment all colour
is this

First published in Simply Haiku Summer 2011
Sep 152012
 

On behalf of the organisers, family and friends of Svetlana, we want to thank each person who participated in this kukai.

Each person brings something of themselves when reading another’s haiku, finding in it something that resonates with their own experience, identity and regional milieu.  Each haiku has something of a transactional nature between reader and writer that kukai events foster.

It is not just the poetic merit of any individual haiku that is being measured in a kukai but how the poet has explored the kukai theme drawing on their own experience, identity and regional milieu..  Time is ultimately the final arbiter of merit and memorability.

Congratulations to Sheila Windsor for attracting the most points from other poets participating in this Svetlana Marisova Memorial Kukai.

A signed copy of “Be Still and Know” by Svetlana Marisova and Ted van Zutphen has been generously donated by Ted for this kukai and will be sent to Sheila.

The haiku are listed in order of total points received from participating voters.  Each haiku listed is followed by its author’s name, and then by a three digit code indicating the number of 3-point, 2-point, and 1-point votes were cast for the poem by the other participating poets – followed by a tally of the points received.

(1,4,6) = 17pts would indicate that the poem above received one 3-point vote, four 2-point votes, and six 1-point votes for a final tally of 17 points.

——————————
1st Place – 22 Points
——————————

lullaby…
a turtle tracks back
to the ocean

Sheila Windsor
(3,5,3) = 22 pts

——————————
2nd Place – 18 Points
——————————

each falling leaf
opens a blue crack
of sky

Sondra J Byrnes
(1,4,7) = 18 pts

——————————
3rd Place – 17 Points
——————————

passing clouds
the scent of honeysuckle
in a crow’s wings

Christine L. Villa
(2,4,3) = 17 pts

——————————
4th Place – 14 Points
——————————

twilight breeze…
suddenly your words too
become limpid

Ted van Zutphen
(1,5,1) = 14 pts

cicada song
a warm breeze twists
the hanging moss

Paula Moore
(1,5,1) = 14 pts

ancient pond –
at the tip of a crow’s beak
the universe

Don Baird
(1,3,5) = 14 pts

furled tulips-
she paints the wind
with words

Pamela Cooper
(1,3,7) = 14 pts

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5th Place – 12 Points
——————————

just after sunset
so blue the odor
of honeysuckle

Ed Bremson
(2,1,4) = 12 pts

fragile sky . . .
a hawk screaming red
to blue

Mark Brager
(1,2,5) = 12 pts

approaching thunder
the turquoise tang
of a faraway sea

Sandi Pray
(2,1,4) = 12 pts

——————————
6th Place – 11 Points
——————————

September dusk —
wishing I could see
just one more firefly

Paul David Mena
(0,4,3) = 11 pts

 

peach leaves
joining the fireflies
I listen to the sunset

Tore Sverredal
(1,2,4) = 11 pts

——————————
7th Place – 10 Points
——————————

soul boat —
waves of silence
in gold leaf

Stella Pierides
(0,3,4) = 10 pts

——————————
8th Place – 9 Points
——————————

from tumbled stones
to river’s flow the change
of melody

Susan Shand
(0,3,3) = 9 pts

full moon halo …
the nightingale sings
with a silver tongue

Sandip Sital Chauhan
(0,4,1) = 9 pts

late summer –
a gossamer unites
the rose and its thorn

Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
(0,2,5) = 9 pts

tasting the air
the wind tastes of me —
carnival cloud

Kent Dorsey
(1,2,2) = 9 pts

a leaf
on the black branch
meditating

Tuvshinzaya Nergui
(1,2,2) = 9 pts

——————————

9th Place – 8 Points
——————————

cherry blossoms…
a poet’s voice
in the bellbird’s song

Mary Sheridan
(0,3,2) = 8 pts

golgotha . . .
a dove flying through its
own whiteness

Robert D. Wilson
(1,1,3) = 8 pts

milky way…
a packet of starburst
in my mouth

Jayashree Maniyil
(1,1,3) = 8 pts

with one breath the mourning dove’s high coo

Johnny Baranski
(0,2,4) = 8 pts

pomegranate
one can do so many
good little deeds

André Surridge
(0,3,2) = 8 pts

——————————
10th Place – 7 Points
——————————

moon’s breath
on the dog rose . . .
newborn fawn

Claire Everett
(1,1,2) = 7 pts

rainforest…
a satin bowerbird sings
the dance of blue

Carole Harrison
(0,3,1) = 7 pts

——————————
11th Place – 6 Points
——————————

the songs
of migrating swallows
blue fog lingers

Patricia Sullivan
(0,3,0) = 6 pts

——————————
12th Place – 5 Points
——————————

singing dawn . . .
searching for your light
within these words

Kirsten Cliff
(1,0,2) = 5 pts

among butterflies your song colors the milky way

Asni Amin
(0,1,3) = 5 pts

dark clouds shroud
the almost full moon
for a moment

Victor Gendrano
(1,0,2) = 5 pts

cold egg . . .
the warmth of a
cuckoo’s song

Chuluun Sodoo
(0,1,3) = 5 pts

——————————
13th Place – 4 Points
——————————

out of the darkness
her memory lingers
a wall of tears

Isabelle Loverro
(0,1,2) = 4 pts

the loon’s
silvern voice
scatters the fog

Veronika Novak
(0,0,4) = 4 pts

temple bell–
the deaf listens to
colorless sound

Pravat Kumar Padhy
(0,1,2) = 4 pts

lonesome summer sky
the secret of endless youth
hiding in your star

Sasa Vazic
(0,2,0) = 4 pts

morning sun
brightening by sound of
falling dew

Nadalaa P
(1,0,1) = 4 pts

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14th Place – 3 Points
——————————

sunlit dew –
everyone, everywhere
is me

Paul Smith
(1,0,0) = 3 pts

on old sage
a silenced beetle…
time to rest

Julija Naskova
(0,0,3) = 3 pts

days shorten –
by a fence the splintered handle
of her axe

Elaine Andre
(0,1,1) = 3 pts

Autumn glory …
the soothing sound of the moon
touches the lake

Ramona
(0,1,1) = 3 pts

if not for this puddle
a lost glimpse
of wonder

Andrea Grillo
(0,0,3) = 3 pts

falling snow
on my shoulders, is my property
until melting

Ido.N
(0,1,1) = 3 pts

faded violet
your beauty still feeds
my famished eyes

Pat Geyer
(1,0,0) = 3 pts

the eye I see
tolls red tolls red
to hell

Ralf Bröker
(0,0,3) = 3 pts

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15th Place – 2 Points
——————————

red tomato…
a homeless tastes
the universe

Ernesto P. Santiago
(0,0,2) = 2 pts

blue moonlight
touching her nameplate
how sweet it cuts

Angelo B. Ancheta
(0,0,2) = 2 pts

Wind: blows strong and weak
Angels wings unseen beating
The world basks in breeze

Tomás Ó Cárthaigh / Thomas Carty
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

nostalgia-
white roses shining
in the long night

tousita Sama
(0,0,2) = 2 pts

un goût de sel sur les lèvres…
face à l’aéroport
la Rivière des Pluies

{a salty taste on the lips …
facing the airport
the River of Rains}

vincent Hoarau
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

planting tulip bulbs …
the wet earth dreams
of a new spring

Ella Wagemakers
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

this small ache
and all the rain too
a robin’s subsong

Alan Summers
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

autumn wind
the fir unable to restrain
the cardinal’s song

Kat Creighton
(0,0,2) = 2 pts

eloquent moonlight
her rhythmic and profound words
still touch my soul

Lisa Hills
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

red chrysanthemums
fade to white at first bloom…
mournful music

Ida Freilinger
(0,1,0) = 2 pts

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16th Place – 1 Point
——————————

beneath my bare feet
the concrete surface of man —
above me sky

Debbie Guzzi
(0,0,1) = 1 pt

morning hush
a dog shakes off
pink dew

Pris Campbell
(0,0,1) = 1 pt

Cricket and frog song,
heartbeat of late summer’s night,
the full moon exhales.

Anya Harris
(0,0,1) = 1 pt

with beauty perched
arms roost the blessed wings
enjoying her song

Tim Imhoff
(0,0,1) = 1 pt

——————————
No Points Awarded
——————————

yellow leaves blooming
around the apple tree’s roots –
scarecrows idle

Liliana Negoi

spring tide
again, a sea of garbage
is washed ashore

mr. willie r. bongcaron

Morning fog lifting
Butterfly on a flower
Eagle leaves its nest

Ron Kleiman

summer wind
moon on the sea
heart breaking

Rayan Wilson

kaleidoscope –
in the game a child beholds
a whole new world

Gillena Cox

Autumn seems such a sad end;
– Yet, Summer was full!
There will be another Spring…

Alan Montgomery

moonlight
stars exclaiming in beauty of
leaves

Burenbileg Batsuuri

molten eyes
a soul shivers
under a cold gaze

Brian McMullen

the autumn is shaking
like winter wheat
tighten with ice

Tatjana Debeljacki

Sep 082012
 

Voting contributors are asked to take the time to read the submitted poems carefully with the same attentiveness with which they would like others to read their own entry.

Allocating a limited number of points among a bigger number of poems is not always an easy task.  The following guidelines are suggested to assist you in your evaluation of the poems:-

  1. How well does the poem evoke the connectedness of all things through a complex interplay of the senses?
  2. How well does the sound of each poem, when read aloud, deepen its content?
  3. How well does the poem exemplify traditional haiku aesthetics of kigo, metre, kireji, ma, yugen etc.
  4. Is the poem dynamic in its content and presentation with a keen awareness of creation’s constant change and the unchanging reality behind it?
  5. Does the poem leave room for the reader to enter it and allow it to resonate within the reader’s own psyche?_________________________________________________________________________

1.
from tumbled stones
to river’s flow the change
of melody

2.
twilight breeze…
suddenly your words too
become limpid

3.
beneath my bare feet
the concrete surface of man —
above me sky

4.
cicada song
a warm breeze twists
the hanging moss

5.
full moon halo …
the nightingale sings
with a silver tongue 

6.
morning hush
a dog shakes off
pink dew

7.
just after sunset
so blue the odor
of honeysuckle

8.
yellow leaves blooming
around the apple tree’s roots –
scarecrows idle

9.
red tomato…
a homeless tastes
the universe

10.
ancient pond –
at the tip of a crow’s beak
the universe

11.
spring tide
again, a sea of garbage
is washed ashore

12.
singing dawn . . .
searching for your light
within these words

13.
passing clouds
the scent of honeysuckle
in a crow’s wings

14.
blue moonlight
touching her nameplate
how sweet it cuts

15.
sunlit dew –
everyone, everywhere
is me

16.
cherry blossoms…
a poet’s voice
in the bellbird’s song

17.
fragile sky . . .
a hawk screaming red
to blue

18.
out of the darkness
her memory lingers
a wall of tears

19.
golgotha . . .
a dove flying through its
own whiteness

20.
on old sage
a silenced beetle…
time to rest

21.
Wind: blows strong and weak
Angels wings unseen beating
The world basks in breeze

22.
the songs
of migrating swallows
blue fog lingers

23.
with beauty perched
arms roost the blessed wings
enjoying her song

24.
days shorten –
by a fence the splintered handle
of her axe

25.
nostalgia-
white roses shining
in the long night

26.
un goût de sel sur les lèvres…
face à l’aéroport
la Rivière des Pluies

a salty taste on the lips …
facing the airport
the River of Rains

27.
planting tulip bulbs …
the wet earth dreams
of a new spring

28.
moon’s breath
on the dog rose . . .
newborn fawn

29.
with one breath the mourning dove’s high coo

30.
Autumn glory …
the soothing sound of the moon
touches the lake

31.
rainforest…
a satin bowerbird sings
the dance of blue

32.
if not for this puddle
a lost glimpse
of wonder

33.
pomegranate
one can do so many
good little deeds

34.
Morning fog lifting
Butterfly on a flower
Eagle leaves its nest

35.
falling snow
on my shoulders, is my property
until melting

36.
late summer –
a gossamer unites
the rose and its thorn

37.
among butterflies your song colors the milky way

38.
approaching thunder
the turquoise tang
of a faraway sea

39.
the loon’s
silvern voice
scatters the fog

(silvern ~ resembling or characteristic of silver)

41.

furled tulips-
she paints the wind
with words

42.
soul boat —
waves of silence
in gold leaf

43.
faded violet
your beauty still feeds
my famished eyes

44.
summer wind
moon on the sea
heart breaking

45.
this small ache
and all the rain too
a robin’s subsong

46.
milky way…
a packet of starburst
in my mouth

47.
lullaby…
a turtle tracks back
to the ocean

48.
each falling leaf
opens a blue crack
of sky

49.
temple bell–
the deaf listens to
colorless sound

50.
dark clouds shroud
the almost full moon
for a moment

51.
lonesome summer sky
the secret of endless youth
hiding in your star

52.
Cricket and frog song,
heartbeat of late summer’s night,
the full moon exhales.

53.
autumn wind
the fir unable to restrain
the cardinal’s song

54.
kaleidoscope –
in the game a child beholds
a whole new world

55.
September dusk —
wishing I could see
just one more firefly

56.
peach leaves
joining the fireflies
I listen to the sunset

57.
eloquent moonlight
her rhythmic and profound words
still touch my soul

58.
red chrysanthemums
fade to white at first bloom…
mournful music

59.
Autumn seems such a sad end;
– Yet, Summer was full!
There will be another Spring…

60.
tasting the air
the wind tastes of me —
carnival cloud

61.
cold egg . . .
the warmth of a
cuckoo’s song

62.
a leaf
on the black branch
meditating

63.
moonlight
stars exclaiming in beauty of
leaves

64.
morning sun
brightening by sound of
falling dew

65.
the eye I see
tolls red tolls red
to hell

66.
molten eyes
a soul shivers
under a cold gaze

67.
the autumn is shaking
like winter wheat
tighten with ice