turning the compost heap
the shovel strikes
my favourite teaspoon
turning the compost heap
the shovel strikes
my favourite teaspoon
Submissions to Issue 2 of Echidna Tracks on the theme of Landscapes remain open for the duration of October.
For this issue we invite (original, previously unpublished) haiku that respond to aspects of the rich and various landscapes of the Australian continent — from its coastal environments to its desert interior, its many kinds of forests, wetlands, rivers, bushland and landforms. We look forward to receiving haiku that share your moments of heightened awareness and deep connection with these natural places.
Please follow the guidelines on the submissions page.
Mari Warabiny Haiku Group would like to invite anyone interested to attend their Spring Haiku Gathering and Ginko.
Wednesday 14th November 2018
10 am – 1 pm
Ruth Faulkner Public Library Meeting Room
215 Wright St, Cloverdale Western Australia
The Ruth Faulkner Public Library is situated in Faulkner Park Civic Precinct in the heart of the City of Belmont. To see attached flyer and further information Continue reading “Mari Warabiny Invitation”
hard to read
Mum’s cursive loops
her last wishes
This is a powerful haiku on so many levels and I’m sure there is more to this story than we will ever know. But like all good haiku, we can bring our own thoughts and memories to what is presented here. With a few well-chosen words, so much is evoked and the strong linking to the writing equipment brings this haiga to another level. The stunning use of the wording of cursive loops and the difficulty in reading, or perhaps knowing another, generates momentum that ends with the uncertainty of her last wishes. What’s written in ink, stays in ink, and our deep connections to each other are always a bittersweet mystery.
loose leaves in grandma’s
Memories and fog have such a powerful connection and we also have the loose leaves to contemplate another story of family. What is written in a memory book can hold the passage of time but what of the loose leaves and the teaching of impermanence. Once again the haiku connects strongly with the image without illustrating what is there but creating a link and shift to another place and time.
scarlet or indigo?
today, there’s no need
A fun moment here in the tradition of a senryu where the poet seems to be making a comparison between the modern use of capital letters to SHOUT or force a word, and using good old red ink scribed on an old ledger. This was often done with old convict records to highlight something and the tradition has carried over to the modern era but has become lost in a world of texting and email.
the many ways my poems
A lovely moment to ponder and appreciate and think about the many ways our creative spirit is with us. The poet’s dark ink-like midnight connects well with the image, and that of a new day, with a new poem to follow. We never know when our muse will visit us, and when it might leave which gives us all the more reason to make it welcome. Perhaps over a nice cup of tea.
war-time love letters…
his eyebrows on
my grandson’s face
A lovely haiku that captures the span of generations and how our lives are so deeply entwined with those who have gone before. This haiku blends well with the image and gives us the scope to remember our own physical attributes that come from close and distant loves. The days of letter writing with pen and ink seem to be fading as we move into an increasing digital age. This passage of time has always been so beautifully captured with these great tools and the skills that come with it – long may it continue.
a plum blossom drifts
into my cup
Sometimes the simplest moments in time are the most profound. The image of a drifting plum blossom is such a wonderful contrast to the hard iron teapot. There’s a lovely pause in time suggested here, when the blossom lands amongst the precision and mindfulness of the tea ceremony. This haiku stood out for me as a winner for the seemingly effortless way the haiku blends with the close-up of this lovely teapot. The mark of all good haiga is the individual craft of both haiku and image and how they come together to make something greater.
the sweet taste
of homemade bread
Once again we have the plum blossom connection to the pattern on the iron teapot. This time our sense of taste is activated and we are transported to many warm memories of good nurturing food and home cooking. The sweet tastes of many things are evoked here and taking the time to stop in our busy lives and savour such a moment brings many rewards. There is also a strong link between the lovely pink of the teapot and sweet taste of homemade bread.
early snowmelt –
I turn the teapot
three times each way
The last of winter gives way to early spring and this very traditional way of handling a teapot to encourage the brewing has been handed down through generations of tea lovers. My own dear wife uses this ritual as well and there is something about old traditions that nurtures the soul and gives us a sense of timelessness. We also have a link between the turning of the seasons and the teapot and a cosmic feeling of everything in balance as it should be.
the blush of a peony
about to bloom
The blush of the peony and the warmth and colour of the teapot work together in harmony to give us a haiga that connects on many levels. The lovely moment of spring dusk adds more layers to the colour connections inside the haiku and image and we feel the bloom and sense what is about to unfold.
the imprint of a garden
on my hands
Even after a long day working in the garden, the newfound order and tidiness always feel nurturing, and sore hands and backs can be soothed with a nice hot bath. The imprints on our hands can reveal great mysteries to those who can read a palm. The interesting link between the imprints in the teapot in the image and those on our hands makes this a very successful haiga.
The meeting started at 12.30 pm in our usual venue at The Box Factory, 59 Regent St South, Adelaide. We welcomed new member Meirwen Whewell, who brought an elegant, illustrated book of traditional Japanese haiku to the meeting. This was Meirwen’s first attempt at writing haiku.
The workshop started with a reading of some of Janice Bostok’s haiku from her online resource: http://members.dodo.com.au/janbos/haiku.html
We read the haiku one by one around the circle and then commented individually on the haiku, discussing their meaning and impact.
Four techniques from Jane Reichhold were discussed. Continue reading “Report on Bindii Japanese Genre Poetry Group Meeting: 6 October 2018”
Tuesday 2nd October
Joseph Banks Native Plants Reserve at Kareela proved a good choice to hold our Spring Ginko. The perfect weather allowed us to observe the native plants at their best.
Several Gymea lilies stood straight and tall and in full flower to greet us at the car park entrance. As we meandered down the curved pathway to seek out a suitable table we passed a spectacular bed of pink and white paper daisies, native orchids of various size and colour, kangaroo paws and numerous species of callistemon and grevillea.
We finally settled on a shady spot but as the sun moved position so did we. Continue reading “ILLAWONG HAIKU SPRING GINKO”
Thursday, 27 September 2018
Why is it that a gathering of haiku poets evokes such a deep sense of fellowship? Nine of us gathered at a favourite site – Bangalow weir – once an inland creek dammed to form the local swimming pool, and now a freed waterway in a parkland setting. Another Cloudcatcher joined us later, after attending a funeral, so there were ten for lunch at the adjacent Heritage House: a historical museum and café run by local volunteers.