a wingtip touches
a wingtip touches
Tuesday 24 October 2017
By 1:30 we were all gathered at The Oaks, greetings ringing loud and warm under the spreading trees.
Seven of us circled the large wooden table, while a hopeful magpie or two kept watch. The six ‘regulars’ – Kathy Kituai, Glenys Ferguson, Hazel Hall, Gregory Piko, Marietta McGregor and Jan Dobb – were delighted to welcome back our ‘ex-officio’ member Sheila Sondik from Washington State who is again visiting her family in Canberra. Continue reading “HAIKU @ THE OAKS, CANBERRA”
my old dog dawdles
the slower we walk
the more I see
silence a haunting in the archives of a sigh
Haiku that resonate more with every reading do not reveal themselves at first glance, they require a deeper investigation. This haiku fascinated me from the first reading and I found an instant connection between silence and the film equipment. Then we have the wonderful a haunting in the archives of a sigh… splendid! One could draw many meanings and connections, but for me the capturing of memories is the haunting from the past and the mention of a sigh their emotional content. This becomes a powerful mix of juxtaposition and intrigue.
homecoming . . .
a bouquet of sky
in an old jar
A lovely evocative haiku that links beautifully with the image’s soft and hard shapes and also the interesting connection with a bouquet of sky. The feeling of a homecoming is embedded deep within the words and image colours. The soft focus adds a feeling of memory and passing of time. Something new has come from the blending of haiku and image which is the hallmark of a really excellent haiga.
Report by Quendryth Young
At last the drought has broken and we are overjoyed, but quietly disappointed that it rained on our ginko. Ten of us gathered at the site of the old Bangalow Weir, which was constructed across Byron Creek in 1924 to create a swimming pool for local residents. Carnivals were held over many years, and even attracted Olympic champions (such as Andrew [Boy] Charlton and Arne Borg, the Swedish swimmer).
Cloudcatchers first held a ginko here in summer 2007, again in spring 2008, spring in 2009, autumn in 2011 and winter in 2016. We watched the weir deteriorate, but restoration work in 2016 and local involvement in replanting has saved this iconic feature. A fishway was constructed to facilitate the movement of Australian bass swimming upstream, and includes habitat for platypus. A sign by the creek reads:
‘Jahna ngali garimaleh jogun’ or ‘Let’s stand together look after country’. Continue reading “Cloudcatchers Ginko No.47 (Spring)”
temple bell –
an unknown prayer
Samantha Sirimanne Hyde
Why do I read and write haiku?
Like so many people, I guess, I’ve always been intrigued by what I can only call the mystery of life. What are we? Questions, questions, questions . . . In younger and more certain days I looked for answers and followed many trails only to end up with even more questions. Now, in my ageing and more mellow days I’ve come to accept questions for just what they are – questions. At last I allow mystery to be mystery. And this is where haiku fits in.