07 / 2011

 

winter surf …
the constant heartbeat
of my dreams
(July 1, 2011 at 8:45)


fading light …
my eyes follow
a mayfly
(July 12, 2011 at 23:46)


so simple
how dewdrops
leave
(July 13, 2011 at 8:43)


my footprints
lost in the dusk …
ebbing tide
(July 13, 2011 at 22:55)


winter calm …
the sound of light
liquefies
(July 14, 2011 at 14:15)


haiku pond …
the ripples left
behind
(July 15, 2011 at 22:30)


ahh, today!
it wasn’t here
yesterday
(July 16, 2011 at 11:15)


the precision
with which my shadow
anticipates
my every move
as I make my move
(July 16, 2011 at 20:59)


these dark ages …
sand waders gathering
before dawn
(July 16, 2011 at 13:12)


Ted van Zutphen – “Congratulations, Svetulya, on being chosen for the second issue in a row as a Featured Poet in Simply Haiku! I’m so excited for you and happy to be there along your side! I’m so proud of your amazing accomplishments… we’ve come a long way, baby


Why thank you, sir – and far to go yet. (July 18, 2011 at 9:48)


snow blanket …
veiling the fire
within
(July 18, 2011 at 17:25)


dormant seed,
why must you sprout
so early?
(July 20, 2011 at 12:27)


wintry sky …
these dark tumours
draining light
(July 20, 2011 at 12:27)


I leave in few short days for Korea to meet family I have never met before. A few days later I will be heading to Russia for the operation. All going well I will be recuperating near Nizhny for whatever remains of the Northern summer.
(July 21, 2011 at 0:24)


winter chill –
still this outburst
of flowers!
Thank you, everyone of you. It is amazing that, as popular communication, descends into grunts of uniformity aided by txtalese, we can find a haven where complete strangers can come to genuinely care for one another. Words are not lifeless formulas – they are as leaves moving in the wind as the breath of our spirit moves out to others. (July 21, 2011 at 13:42)


For each of us the moment of death is going to be the most terrifying and intensely lonely moment of our lives. What effect would it have on the way we live our humdrum days if we were to write our own death haiku each morning before proceeding into our day? (July 21, 2011 at 18:30)


morning mist –
without knowing it,
last breath
(July 21, 2011 at 19:30)


my companions
rehearse the lines of loss
on a darkened stage –
still to come, the silent prompts
of a life not yet lived
(July 21, 2011 at 20:11)


awake at dawn …
the conveyor belt
of worship
(July 21, 2011 at 20:22)


you ask
“what’s on my mind?”
errant breeze
(July 22, 2011 at 0:33)


rose hips –
how did I miss
the blooms?
(July 22, 2011 at 8:47)


The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world. (A Girl – Ezra Pound) (July 22, 2011 at 15:46)


rippling moon …
all that remains
of the stone
(July 23, 2011 at 0:00)


Submissions, closing September 15, are now being invited for the Autumn Issue of Simply Haiku. (July 23, 2011 at 1:58)


down stream
in my shadow,
a mayfly . . .
I mark the moment
with chalk on the water
(July 23, 2011 at 2:11)


There are so many people I want to send a personal message of appreciation and gratitude to before I depart, but my short term memory is letting me down rather badly as each day goes by. If I have not got around to you yet please accept my sincere apologies.
спасибо ♥
(July 23, 2011 at 16:00)


winter chill …
some bird singing
her heart out
(July 24, 2011 at 12:18)


Thank you, Kirsten. I head off early tomorrow. Eeeeep that sounds weird – I will keep my head on. May your journey continue to be one of survival. (July 24, 2011 at 12:28)


dancing alone
in the twilight
a shadow
(July 24, 2011 at 14:56)


cold morning …
reality drifts back
as a dream
(July 24, 2011 at 15:00)


leave-taking
blinded with tears …
winter smoke
(July 24, 2011 at 15:14)


juicy apple
and at the core
half a worm
(July 24, 2011 at 15:28)


this raindrop
clinging to a leaf
all day long
(July 24, 2011 at 15:40)


the colour
of the blackbird’s song …
winter warmth
(July 24, 2011 at 16:18)


day by day
baptismal rain …
open hands
(July 24, 2011 at 16:47)


Jesus beads
anchoring me
to each breath
(July 24, 2011 at 16:51)


sleepless moon …
dawn spills over
the wasteland
(from the Korean DMZ)
(July 27, 2011 at 21:24)


Svetlana Marisova (posted on mirror of sarcasm)
Goodbye all you would-be rapier wits – this dance I do alone. Thank you to all of you who have danced with me on this page.

dancing alone
in the twilight …
a shadow

– 25 July at 12:04


horizons
dropping off the edge …
winter fog
I continue on my way after midnight. This may be my last Facebook posting for a while.
(July 28, 2011 at 20:12)

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