Grass
and Heaven
Jasminka's
Windy
Home
Some
of my favourite haiku around the world
-
part two -
march
cold -
a bare tree yearning
for birds
&
marčni
mraz -
golo drevo hrepeni
po pticah
Alenka
Zorman
martovska
studen -
gole grane ispunjene
čežnjom za pticama
the
neighbours fingers
suddenly blackened -
the walnuts repening
Dragan
J. Ristić
pocrneli
susedovi prsti -
dozrevaju orasi
summer's
end -
each day the sunflower
sags closer to the earth
Ray
Rasmussen
kraj
leta -
suncokreti svakog dana
sve bliži zemlji
winter
solstice -
the sorrow of a widow
in the singing dog*
/*indian
word for coyote
dedicated to Jasminka
an'ya
cloudy
morning -
after the sleepless night
sunglasses
HASEE 2001.
Alenka
Zorman
prohladno
jutro -
posle neprospavane noći
naočare za sunce
moonlight
-
river divides the forest
into two night
The Red Moon Haiku Anthology 1998.
Nikola
Nilić
mesečina
-
reka deli šumu
na dve noći
the
beach at night
one half of the world
ends here
HASEE 2001.
Serge
Tome
obala
u noći -
polovina sveta
završava se ovde
Air-raid
alarm -
the traffic light changes
for no one.
World Haiku Competition, 2000.
Ljubinka Tošić
Deep
autumn London -
rambling from old book shop
to old book shop
Ko, 2000.
Yasuhiko Shigemoto
two fishermen
the sound of water
without words
Cindy
Zackovitz
dva
ribara
tek zvuk vode
bez reči
moonlit
pond -
a new ringlet
for each raindrop
John
Wisdom
mesečina
-
svaka kap kiše pravi
nov prsten u bari
watching
each other
two pigeons and my cat
in early frosty morning
HASEE 2002.
Vid
Vukasović
jutarnji mraz -
dva goluba i mačka
oči u oči
spring
morning
at the end of the silvery trail
a snail
3rd
Surugu Baika Festival, 2000.
Branislav
Djordjević
prolećno
jutro
na kraju srebrnog traga
puž
The
big rain drops
deforming the smile
on the street poster.
Ashiya Haiku
Festival 2000.
Dragan
J. Ristić
withered grasses
at the hilltop
the sky begins
&
odcvetele
trave
na vrhu griča
se začne nebo
Darja
Kocjančić
svenule
trave
s vrha brda
počinje nebo
breskvini
popki -
njegov bežni pogled
pod mojo bluzo
Alenka
Zorman
breskvini
pupoljci -
njegov pogled bezi kradom
pod moju bluzu
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