Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Held Breath Haiku by Sonam Chhoki

English Original

first rain releasing held breath of summer

tinywords, 13:3, 2013

Sonam Chhoki 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

第一場雨釋放夏日屏息的呼吸

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

第一场雨释放夏日屏息的呼吸


Bio Sketch

Sonam Chhoki finds the Japanese short form poetry resonates with her Tibetan Buddhist upbringing.  She is inspired by her father, Sonam Gyamtsho, the architect of Bhutan's non-monastic modern education and by her mother, Chhoden Jangmu, who taught her: “Being a girl doesn’t mean you can’t do anything.” She is the principal editor, and co-editor of haibun for the United Haiku and Tanka Society journal, cattails.

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Sipping Sherry Haiku by Marion Alice Poirier

English Original

sipping sherry ...
through the humid dusk
cricket song

Marion Alice Poirier


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

啜飲雪莉酒 ...
蟋蟀的鳴叫滲透
潮濕悶熱的黃昏

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

啜饮雪莉酒 ...
蟋蟀的鸣叫渗透
潮湿闷热的黄昏


Bio Sketch

Marion Alice Poirier is a lifetime resident of Boston, MA. She began writing haiku in 2001 and eventually began to teach haiku in workshops on Poetry Circle and Emerging Poets. She also write short poetry and have been published in on-line haiku and short poetry journals like Tinywords, Hedgerow and The Heron's Nest.

Sunday, August 23, 2026

A Room of My Own: First Summer Rain Tanka

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"Israel's oldest daily, Haaretz," which was was sanctioned by the Israeli government on Nov. 24, 2024
Daniel Blatman, Opinion, August 24, 2026: From Armenia to Gaza: The Language of Denial That Makes Atrocities Possible

From Nazi 'language rules' to the American military's 'collateral damage' and Israel's 'voluntary migration' policy for Gaza, euphemisms do more than conceal crimes. They allow ordinary people to live with them


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCV: "headlines"

headline after headline
of situation, event
and incident ...
body parts on the blood-stained floor
of a half-flattened classroom


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCVI: "neu-tra-li-za-tion"

neu-tra-li-za-tion
a new recruit mouths
with a middle finger —
a gray-haired Gazan's back
pockmarked with bullets


FYI: Below is a relevant excerpt:

In 1947, two years after the collapse of the regime that had threatened his life, the German Jewish philologist Victor Klemperer published a short book titled "The Language of the Third Reich" ("Lingua Tertii Imperii"). Klemperer, who escaped extermination because he was married to a non-Jewish woman, did not write about extermination camps or SS death squads. He wrote about words.

Nazism, he argued, penetrated society not only through speeches and posters in the streets, but primarily through expressions that people unwittingly internalized, like tiny doses of poison entering the bloodstream. Individual words, expressions and syntactic patterns were imposed on the masses through millions of repetitions, then adopted mechanically and unconsciously. The poison, he wrote, does not act immediately. It accumulates....

The Israeli media now has a complete, efficient and polished lexicon designed to implant euphemistic descriptions of the state's crimes in the minds of Israelis. Mass killing in Gaza falls under the heading of "operational activity." The destruction of entire neighborhoods becomes "mowing the lawn" or "flattening," images borrowed from gardening and construction. A targeted airstrike that kills dozens of innocent people is described as a "thwarting" or "neutralization," terms from the world of intelligence that imply the prevention of some greater evil. An area that continues to be bombed, such as Al-Mawasi in southern Gaza, is called a "humanitarian zone." And when it becomes clear that uninvolved civilians, including children, have been killed, passive formulations take over: "were killed during an operation," "lost their lives," "fatalities were reported." ...

This is precisely what the sociologist Pierre Bourdieu meant by "symbolic violence." It is not a lie that someone decided to sell or an instruction handed down from above, but a set of categories of thought internalized so deeply that both the person doing the classifying and the person being classified accept them as natural. A news editor who writes "hikers" or "terrorists" does not feel that they are choosing a word. They feel that they are describing reality. That is the power of symbolic violence. It requires no administrative enforcement because it is already embedded in our vocabulary.


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCVIII: "torn pieces of Star of David"

asleep
on torn pieces of Star of David
a stray 


The New Yorker, July 28, 2025: Israel’s Zones of Denial
Amid national euphoria over the bombing of Iran—and the largely ignored devastation in Gaza—a question lurks: What is the country becoming?


Added: Realm of Contagious Stupidity, III

he hides “files”
sleeps through meetings, yells be quiet
trades stocks and golfs:
this ball-size-brained con man smirks
behind the Resolute Desk
)


a child's hand 
outside the car window
to touch
the first summer rain ...
bumper to bumper to Exit


Added:

a midnight moon
glints in the skylight
turning once more
I listen to her breathing
as the night stretches on


Added:

packing
and unpacking my suitcases
for three hours —
this life without my love
yet still within my love


Added:

we all move on
then the story carries us —
still I stand still
at the bend of her street
hearing her door close


Added:

home from vacation
it takes three moonless nights
for my heart and mind
to adjust to living
in a room of my echoes

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Summer Pond Haiku by Bruce Ross

English Original

summer pond —
wild yellow irises lean
in the shadows

spring clouds haiku, 2012

Bruce Ross


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

夏日池塘—
野生的黃色鳶尾花斜倚
在陰影中

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

夏日池塘—
野生的黄色鸢尾花斜倚
在阴影中


Bio Sketch

Bruce Ross, Ph.D., former president of the HSA, was the editor of anthologies such as the seminal Haiku Moment and, more recently, co-editor of A Vast Sky. He was the founding editor of the online Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, and he authored many collections of haiku and haibun.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

Poetic Musings: Summer Grass Haiku by Chen-ou Liu

summer grass
on both sides of the border
rusted helmets


Chen-ou Liu


Commentary: L 1, “summer grass,” immediately establishes the season and gives the haiku a quiet, natural surface. The image is simple and organic, evoking continuity, growth, and the passage of time.

L2, “on both sides of the border,” introduces a human-made division into this otherwise natural landscape. The line initially functions spatially, locating the grass in relation to a border, but it also introduces a sociopolitical dimension: the landscape is divided according to a human distinction.

Then, L 3, “rusted helmets,” provides the haiku’s decisive turn. It brings war, death, and the passage of time into the poem, while the helmets remain silent objects that bear witness to history. There is a compelling tension between the living grass and the rusted remnants of violence. The phrase “both sides of the border” suggests that death and the history of violence are not confined neatly to one side. The poem therefore acquires political and historical resonance without becoming overtly didactic.

Structurally, my haiku has an especially interesting relationship to Bashō’s:

summer grass
all that remains
of warriors’ dreams

It preserves Bashō’s basic three-part architecture while radically altering what occupies each structural position.

The identical opening, “summer grass,” is more than an allusion: it establishes an explicit intertextual frame. A reader familiar with Bashō is invited to recall the significance of the image before encountering the rest of my poem. Structurally, both poems begin with nature—specifically, vegetation associated with seasonal transience. In both, the first line establishes the enduring natural world before human history enters.

Bashō’s second line,

all that remains

is a meditative and interpretive statement. It tells us how to understand the grass: it is what survives after the warriors and their ambitions have disappeared.

My second line,

on both sides of the border

does something fundamentally different. Rather than interpreting the first image, it locates it spatially while introducing a human-made division. The border becomes the point at which the natural landscape encounters political history.

Bashō’s third line,

of warriors’ dreams

Mine:

rusted helmets

Both poems place their most explicitly human element in the final position, but the nature of that element is radically different. Bashō ends with an abstraction—“dreams.” My poem ends with a concrete object—“rusted helmets.”

This difference is structurally important. Bashō moves toward conceptual reflection on the warriors’ ambitions; I move toward physical evidence. The reader encounters the helmets only at the end and consequently has to retroactively reinterpret the first two lines. The summer grass is no longer merely scenery: it becomes grass growing around the material remnants of war.

Although I borrow Bashō’s opening and general three-part movement, I reject his final abstraction. My haiku ends not with what the warriors dreamed, but with what they left behind materially. In this sense, the poem moves from Bashō’s meditation on the disappearance of human ambition toward an image of its physical aftermath.

The phrase “both sides” also expands Bashō’s singular historical perspective. Bashō’s structure ultimately establishes a relationship between:

grass ↔ warriors’ dreams

My syntax establishes a three-way relationship:

grass ↔ border ↔ helmets

The border functions as a hinge between nature and war. The phrase “both sides” anticipates division before the helmets appear. When “rusted helmets” arrives, the reader understands that the poem is not simply about warriors, but about warriors belonging to opposing sides.

This produces a subtle structural symmetry:

summer grass
on both sides of the border
rusted helmets

The middle line contains the division, while the final line potentially collapses it. Whatever side the helmets once belonged to, they are now simply rusted helmets. Time and decay have erased the distinction that the border once enforced.

In short, my haiku is not simply “Bashō with different words.” Its structure deliberately transforms Bashō’s structure. I replace Bashō’s explicit meditation—“all that remains”—with the spatial and political phrase “on both sides of the border,” and I replace his abstraction, “warriors’ dreams,” with the concrete historical remnant, “rusted helmets.” The result is an allusion that functions as a structural conversation with Bashō rather than merely a quotation or homage. Bashō’s poem meditates on what remains after war; mine asks the reader to confront the material remains of war and the human divisions that produced them.

Tuesday, August 11, 2026

A Room of My Own: Hum of Summer Clouds Haiku

rippling sunshine
a hum of summer clouds 
in the mountain stream


FYI: It might be interesting to do a comparison reading of my haiku below:

the sky dappled
with cotton candy clouds ...
summer fair


And 

summer mind
I hum along
with the meadow

Frogpond, 49:1, 2026

Shawn Blair


Added:

a loon call
held by the mountain lake
summer moonlight


Added:

predawn darkness
the silence between me
and a world to come


Added:

For Sale askew
a porch dreamcatcher
gathers dust


Added:

waiting room smell
patch by patch summer sunlight
slips out of the door


Added:

love affair
the dappled trail widens
into a road

Saturday, August 8, 2026

One Man's Maple Moon: Eerie Summer Tanka by Fumi Saito

English Original

a bullet was fired
in the center of his forehead
yet his face
still moving as it haunts
this eerie summer!


Fumi Saito


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

一顆子彈射入
他的額頭正中央
然而他的臉
卻依然在動, 它一直縈繞
這個詭異的夏天!

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

一颗子弹射入
他的额头正中央
然而他的脸
却依然在动, 它一直萦绕
这个诡异的夏天!
 
 
Bio Sketch

Daughter of a military officer who was noted for his verse-writing talent, Fumi Saito began writing poetry in the traditional 31-syllable tanka form in her early teens. Her first book of tanka, Fish Songs, published in 1940, immediately established her as a brilliant young poet. She was inducted into the Japan Art Academy in 1993 and invited to serve as meshiudo (a position similar to the Poet Laureate's) at the Imperial Palace in 1997.

Thursday, July 30, 2026

A Room of My Own: Gliding Kayaks Tanka

gliding kayaks ...
ripple after ripple
overlapping
summer stars that bridge
what words never could


Added:

the time it takes
for my aging beagle
to close his eyes—
crumbled dog-treat pieces
left in my jean pocket


FYI: My tanka below could be read as its sequel:

my neighbor’s dog
hit by a red sports car ...
after our walk
she tells me she sees
his shape in the clouds

Bright Stars, VI, 2014


Added:

one tide cycle
after another and another
across the Pacific 
pulling out, returning anew ...
my heart still on the other shore


Added:

to stay or to go
I murmur to myself
again and again 
through the autumn wind 
each leaf zigzags its way down


Added:

all things must pass,
the seasons teach me this —
yet I still press
my face into her lingerie
forgotten in the basket

Thursday, July 23, 2026

Reading More and Writing Better: On the Road Haiku

summer zephyr—
this beaten-up copy
of On the Road

The Heron's Nest, 28:2, 2026

Matthew Markworth


FYI: Jack Kerouac’s 1957 novel, On the Road, named in L3, has become a cultural touchstone for youth, rebellion, and spontaneous exploration. Set against the image of a summer zephyr in L1, the title evokes a timeless, almost cinematic atmosphere of romanticized American wanderlust.

The phrase “a beaten-up copy” in L2 deepens this association. The worn book becomes a quiet symbol of movement and experience, suggesting a volume carried through countless journeys, tucked into backpacks or glove compartments, and marked by the passage of time. Its battered condition reflects the grit, restlessness, and longing of the Beat Generation’s cross-country travels, while also hinting at the enduring appeal of Kerouac’s vision of freedom and discovery.

Saturday, July 18, 2026

A Room of My Own: War and Peace Haiku

leafing War and Peace
front to back, back to front
summer whiffle


Added:

hillside and valley
flecked with cloud shadows ...
smell of sunshine


Added:

farmers' market
tasting a strawberry
then her lips


Added:

the ripe tangle
of wild strawberries ...
an urge to love 


Added:

overlapping hearts
on a summer train window
our reflections


Added:

first outing
after the breakup
on the beach
I trip on a heart
made of stones


Added:

alone again
on the moonlit shore ...
my shadow
stretches closer, closer
to lapping waves


Added: No More Fairy Tales, LVI

What has been will be again

Acrid black columns choke the morning sun. Trapped in a valley of smoke, cars barrel past leaping tongues of fire. Across Northern Ontario, wildfires burn hotter, bigger, and deadlier than ever. More than one thousand miles away, their smoke casts an orange haze over New York's crawling traffic.

Meanwhile, silhouetted against smoky skies, the Premier’s mouth opens and closes for the camera lights, broadcasting word after word into the heat.

tongues of forest fire
there is no Plan[et] B, the rest
blah, blah, blah...


FYI: Canada’s climate-change-charged wildfires are becoming a horrific annual event. 

Over 800 wildfires are burning across Canada, with one entirely destroying the northern Indigenous community of Namaygoosisagagun. 

Back in 2023, Emma Paling reported that the same Indigenous communities that gave early warnings against burning fossil fuels are among the first to be permanently displaced by climate change.

The Breach, August 24, 2023: First Nations say they’re not wildfire evacuees, but climate refugees

Indigenous communities that first warned against burning fossil fuels are now facing permanent displacement caused by climate breakdown

Monday, July 6, 2026

A Room of My Own: Lovers' Quarrel Haiku

lovers' quarrel  
in the summer twilight  
knotted branches sway


FYI: This could be read as a sequel/counter-poem to my haiku below:

dappled trail 
a summer breeze humming
our sweet nothings 



Added:

summer stars 
tangled in my love's hair: 
skinny-dipping 


Added:

starry midnight ...
summer rain
into the silence


Added:

rippling sunset
the far-off sound
of a fishing boat


FYI: This could be read as a sequel to the following haiku:

summer dusk
fishing boats set their nets
around the sun

First Place, Fifth Setouchi Matsuyama Photo Haiku Contest

Marietta Jane McGregor


Added:

late afternoon light
the snarl 
of lawn mowers


Added:

monsoon rain
my toddler wanders
from room to room

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Muggy Noon Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee

English Original

muggy noon ...
the ceiling fan starts
to creak
 
Wales Haiku Journal,  Autumn, 2021

Kanchan Chatterjee


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

悶熱的正午 ...
吊扇開始運轉
吱吱作響

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

悶熱的正午 ...
吊扇開始運轉
吱吱作響


Bio Sketch

Kanchan Chatterjee writes haiku, tanka and haibun, and has won several international awards. He has been published regularly in various online haiku and other poetry journals. His haiku appeared regularly in NHK’, Japan's "Haiku Masters." His poems were featured in a few Indian poetry anthologies, such as Beyond the Fields. His first book of haiku, Scattered Leaves, was published in January, 2020.

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Butterfly Dream: Gardener Haiku by Garry Eaton

English Original

summer evening
the gardener mows on
into shadow

The Heron's Nest, 14:4, December 2012

Garry Eaton


Chinese Translation (Traditional) 

夏日傍晚
園丁繼續割草
直入陰影

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

夏日傍晚
园丁继续割草
直入阴影


Bio Sketch

Garry Eaton was a Canadian poet from British Columbia. He started writing haiku in 2006 and was published occasionally in the major haiku magazines. He volunteered as the digital librarian for The Haiku Foundation Digital Library.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Butterfly Dream: Corrugated Shadow Haiku by André Surridge

English Original

heat shimmer
the corrugated shadow
of a roofer

Honorable Mention, 2012 Haiku Pen Contest 

André Surridge 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

熱浪散發微光
一名維修屋頂工人
的波紋狀陰影

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

热浪散发微光
一名维修屋顶工人
的波纹状阴影


Bio Sketch

André Surridge was an award-winning playwright and poet who immigrated to New Zealand from Yorkshire, England in 1972. He was President of the Playwrights Association of New Zealand from 1998-2000. Widely published, some of his awards included: 1995 Minolta Playwriting Award,  2007 Elizabeth Searle Lamb Award, 2008 Tanka Splendor Award, and 2010 Jane Reichhold International prize. And his first collection of haiku ans senryu, one hundred petals, was critically acclaimed in 2019.

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Butterfly Dream: Turtle Haiku by Robert D. Wilson

English Original

this turtle ...
heat weaving in and
out of rocks

The Living Haiku Anthology, February 14 2016

Robert D. Wilson


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

這隻烏龜 ...
暑氣在岩石間
穿梭

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

这只乌龟 ...
暑气在岩石间
穿梭


Bio Sketch

Robert D. Wilson is Co-Owner of Simply Haiku.

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

A Room of My Own: Rippling Sky Haiku

alone, I dive
into the rippling sky
end of summer


FYI: My haiku below could be read as its sequel:

summer's end
my footprints in the sand
a little deeper

Wednesday Haiku, 226, February 10, 2016


Added:

a boy kicks hard
at patches of sea foam ...
end of summer


Added:

this scent
of the moonlit darkness
my love's red lingerie


Added:

a drift of leaves 
where I stay
and my love goes


Added:

cherry blossom rain ...
and yet this stillness
inside of me

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Butterfly Dream: Summer Nights Haiku by Masaoka Shiki

English Original

how much life
is left to me --
brief, these summer nights

Transactions of the Asiatic Society of Japan, 2018

Masaoka Shiki


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

還有多少剩下的生命
留給我 --
短暫的夏夜

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

还有多少剩下的生命
留给我 --
短暂的夏夜

 
Bio Sketch

Masaoka Shiki (October 14, 1867 -- September 19, 1902) was a Japanese poet and literary critic in Meiji period Japan. Shiki is regarded as a major figure in the development of modern haiku, and he also published articles on the reform of tanka. Some scholars and poets consider Shiki to be one of the four great haiku masters, the others being Matsuo Bashō, Yosa Buson, and Kobayashi Issa.

Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Butterfly Dream: Shimmering Heat Haiku by Kirsty Karkow

English Original

shimmering heat
the merry-go-round
slows to a stop

Simply Haiku, 1:2, August 2003

Kirsty Karkow


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

閃閃發光的熱浪
旋轉木馬
慢慢地停了下來

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

闪闪发光的热浪
旋转木马
慢慢地停了下来


Bio Sketch

Kirsty Karkow lived in Waldoboro, Maine, where she wrote haiku, sijo, tanka, and other short forms. Lyrical, poignant, and spare, her poetry reflected a rich and deep sense of place and spirit. Her haiku have won the Mainichi and the R.H Blyth Award and placed in other contests. And she had two best-selling books in print: water poems: haiku, tanka and sijo and shorelines: haiku, haibun and tanka , published by Black Cat Press.

Friday, July 25, 2025

Butterfly Dream: Beach Haiku by Hortensia Anderson

English Original

a day at the beach --
all of the sunglasses

fill with clouds

Honorable Mention, 7th Mainichi Haiku Contest, 2003

Hortensia Anderson


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

海灘上的一天 --
所有的太陽眼鏡
填滿了雲彩

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

海滩上的一天 --
所有的太阳眼镜
填满了云彩


Bio Sketch

Hortensia Anderson is the author of numerous chapbooks as well as a volume of poetry, Trust. Her work has been published in many oneline and print magazines. Her awards and other honors include: Best of 2002: Haiku in English, The Mainichi Daily News; 5th Annual Suruga Baika Winner; Honorable Mention, Mainichi Contest (2003); Tanka Splendor Awards (2003 and 2004); and Third Prize, Kusamakura (2004).

Saturday, June 28, 2025

A Room of My Own: Sultry Smell Tanka

the sultry smell
of grilled salmon and shrimp
our shoulders
close, closer to each other
and our wandering hearts, too


Added:

dappled trail 
a summer breeze humming
our sweet nothings 


Added:

after love
and her going back home
I take a shower
to wash away her trace
and another steamy night


Added:

pity? I murmur ...
these women in red
sail to my shore
even disembark, and yet
never reach my interior