Today, 17th April 2020, we are celebrating International Haiku Poetry Day by holding a String on the theme of ‘Solitude’. By sharing our haiku we can connect with each other, even in these days of social distancing, self-isolation and working and studying from home.
So that international poets may take part, the String will remain open until Sunday,19th AEST.
AHS invites you to share with us your original, previously unpublished haiku or senryu on the theme of Solitude. We invite you to explore a multiplicity of ideas on this theme without necessarily using the word ‘solitude’.
The haiku should be linked by the subject of Solitude. It is not necessary for each haiku to relate to the one before it.
Haiku String – Instructions
- Please contribute up to three of your best previously unpublished haiku or senryu.
- Haiku should be posted in the comment box at the end of the post.
- Each poem posted must be original work by the poet making the post. Please include your name below each haiku as you wish it to appear.
Posting your work in the AHS International Haiku String 2020 assumes the following:
Copyright of each haiku remains with the author. We request nonexclusive permission to publish your work on AHS website and to republish it in any future online collections on the AHS website.
adding
to my loneliness –
falling leaves
Rob Scott
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bare
trees tossing
the egg moon
branches sway
a bird clings
still singing
a cloud crack
sun casts patches
of night
Ingrid Bruck
wafting by the window
a helium dolphin
dreams of escape
at long last
finding peace with myself …
bliss of solitude*
/* Wordsworth’s notion/
Natalia Kuznetsova
We didn’t see
the mist between us
was shared
Mathew Wenham
solitude –
checking again
the ringtone
loneliness –
becoming a blood brother
with a mosquito
The enemy strikes
like a thief in the night…
the world in limbo
Keith A. Simmonds
Deserted cities
under a masked sky…
macabre silence
Keith A. Simmonds
Little old lady
in self-isolation
counting her beads
Keith A. Simmonds
drawers emptied
ghosts of life past scatter
mocking memories
petals tumble
escaping winter’s ravages
us, not so lucky
shunning media
coronavirus overload
Tolstoy should suffice
dawn
the radio wakes me
with a death toll
midday
next-door neighbours
continue their argument
dusk
I count the chimes
of the town hall clock
Lynette Arden