Papierowy Żuraw 1/2024 (7)

Zapraszam do lektury najnowszego numeru Internetowego Magazynu Polskiego Haiku „Papierowy Żuraw”. 

Świąteczne haiku - Grupa Literyczna na Krechę

 Prezentacja świątecznych haiku na Grupa Literyczna na Krechę. 

Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, March 2024

Dziś w Scarlet Dragonfly Journal:

Basho's Haiku Journeys Winter 2024 Haiku Contest

Moje zwycięskie haiku w konkursie Basho's Haiku Journeys:

a frozen puddle

broken into pieces

the full moon

Walentynkowe Haiku - Grupa Literyczna Na Krechę

Walentynkowa publikacja na stronie Grupy Literycznej Na Krechę.

zimowy wieczór

siedzimy przytuleni

w jednym swetrze

Grupa Literyczna Na Krechę

Jedne z moich ulubionych haiku zaprezentowane przez Grupę Literyczną Na Krechę dzięki uprzejmości Anny Tlałki.  

Wales Haiku Journal Winter 2023/2024

Debiutuję w magazynie Wales Haiku Journal zimowym haiku:

early winter

a hint of cinnamon 

in her perfume

wczesna zima

nuta cynamonu

w jej perfumach

Papierowy Żuraw nr 1/2023 (6)

Ukazał się najnowszy numer magazynu Papierowy Żuraw, a w nim moje haiku:

wrona na śniegu 

powolny ruch pędzla 

z pierwszym sumi-e

Haiku in Action (Nick Virgilio Haiku Association)

Haiku in Action - Nick Virgilio Haiku Association:

a son 

I never had

deepening snow

syn 

którego nigdy nie miałam 

głęboka zima

Shadow Pond Journal, Issue 2, Winter 2023

W zimowym wydaniu Shadow Pond Journal moje haiku:

frozen waterfall

the final phase

of mourning

wodospad zimą 

ostatnia faza

żałoby

haikuNetra 1.4 - A Journal of haiku & senryu

Moje zimowe haiku w magazynie haikuNetra 1.4.  

winter blizzard

feathers of rooks

turn white 

śnieżyca

pióra gawronów

bieleją

VSANA - Viewing Stone Association of North America

Po raz pierwszy na stronie VSANA - Viewing Stone Association of North America zostały opublikowane moje haiku, zainspirowane czarnym kamieniem Dai Binh Stone z Wietnamu.  

deep winter 

when I open my eyes

darkness

głęboka zima

kiedy otwieram oczy 

ciemność 

a flock of crows

everywhere except them 

whiteness

stado wron 

wszędzie poza nimi

biel

Stardust Haiku - Poetry With a Little Sparkle, Issue 74, February 2023

W lutowym wydaniu Stardust Haiku - Poetry With a Little Sparkle moja cekinowa kruszyna:

winter night

on her sequin dress 

an infinite sky

zimowa noc 

na cekinowej sukni 

nieskończone niebo

Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Issue 11, February 2023

Mój debiut w Scarlet Dragonfly Journal.

white snowflakes 

someone shakes again 

the glass ball

płatki śniegu

ktoś znowu potrząsa

szklaną kulą 

❄

Japan Society - Haiku Corner, Week 4, 2023

Moje urodzinowe haiku na stronie Japan Society London.

heavy snowfall

more and more whipped cream 

on my birthday cake

opady śniegu

mnóstwo bitej śmietany 

na moim torcie 

Japan Society - Haiku Corner, Week 3, 2023

Moje haiku po raz pierwszy na stronie Japan Society London.

new year

another crossed out name

in my notebook

nowy rok 

skreślam w notesie

kolejne nazwisko

Przekrój (zima 2023)

W zimowym wydaniu Kwartalnika Przekrój, zarówno internetowym jak i papierowym, znalazła się moja śnieżynka:

zimowy wieczór

siedzimy przytuleni 

w jednym swetrze

Autumn Moon Haiku Journal Autumn-Winter 2022-23

W jesienno-zimowym wydaniu Autumn Moon Haiku Journal ukazały się moje dwa haiku w języku angielskim i polskim:

autumn sun 

wrinkles on my father's face

deepen 

jesienne słońce

zmarszczki na twarzy ojca

pogłębiają się 

leaving the hospital

on the cheek of the newborn 

snowflake 

przed szpitalem 

na policzku noworodka

płatek śniegu

Under the Bashō - Personal Best

W Under the Bashō w dziale Personal Best haiku, które po raz pierwszy zostało opublikowane w amerykańskim magazynie Frogpond w 2021 roku, a w 2022 roku pojawiło się w Haiku Commentary.

white morning

on grandfather's grave 

fox footprints 

Haiku Commentary

Moje haiku na stronie Haiku Commentary z komentarzami Hifsy Ashraf, Jacoba Salzera i Nicholasa Klacsanzky'ego.  

white morning

on grandfather's grave

fox footprints

I like the notion of reincarnation or transformation in this haiku. From the untouched snow, new life. Out of death, signs of life. Out of silence, new stories. A part of me wonders if the poet’s grandfather liked foxes and the poet sees their grandfather’s spirit in the fox in some way. 

I like the atmosphere and deep silence in the first two lines. It sets the tone of the haiku and paints a somber mood. Additionally, when I read “morning” I also think of “mourning” sonically, so I feel hints of grief already in the first line and then the mood solidifies in line 2. By contrast, the third line contains new energy that is fresh and alive. Even though we are only seeing footprints, I also see a timelapse of the fox trotting through the graveyard with his or her vivid orange fur against the stark background of snow. 

This haiku transports me into the lives of my own grandfathers and stories I know about them. I appreciate the acknowledgement of the poet’s grandfather in this haiku. I could also see this haiku as being an excellent start to a haibun about the poet’s grandfather and his stories.

Overall, an excellent haiku that pays tribute to family, animals, and the cycles of life.

 — Jacob D. Salzer (USA)

When I visualize ‘white morning’ I feel as if I am drifting through a dream that is not so vivid or clear to my imagination or sight. The white morning adds more subtlety to this haiku as it’s the early part of the dawn—probably pre-dawn or early dawn. The time when a person’s mental faculties revolve around the self that reflect the true or deep meaning of the realities of life.

The grandfather’s grave with fox footprints gives a sort of mystery that takes us on a walk through the white morning or a dream to imagine a cemetery—perhaps an abandoned one or somewhere in a wild place. I could see the fox footprints as memories of the past that are fresh and deeply imprinted on the mind, maybe from childhood. The connection between the grandfather’s grave and fox footprints is elusive as it could be certain family traditions that pass on from one generation to another, or family affairs that seem to be not well settled, or it could be a sign of good or bad omens.  

Overall, I see it as certain deeds or behaviours remaining fresh and unforgettable even after the demise of a person. It’s the next generation who decides how to perceive and interpret them, especially when there are a lot of rumours about them that are not clear, like the white morning. 

— Hifsa Ashraf (Pakistan)

We have a clear kigo (seasonal reference) with “white morning,” which refers to winter and specifically snow. In context of this haiku, it brings a sense of coldness and melancholy.

For the pacing, we have a traditional English-language rhythm of a short first line, a longer second line, and a short third line. What is also of importance is that the second line acts as a pivot, where it can be read as connecting to both the first and third line: “white morning on grandfather’s grave” and “on grandfather’s grave, fox footprints.”

Turning our attention to aesthetics, this haiku may contain ma, which is a Japanese aesthetic that stands for not only the unsaid in the poem, but also “the sense of time and space, incorporating between, space, room, interval, pause, time, timing, passing, distanced, etc. More particularly, ma may be taken as the timing of space, as in the duration between two musical notes. Silence is valued as well as sound. It is said that the ma aesthetic is influential upon all varieties of Japanese art” (Simply Haiku, Denis Garrison). There is quite a bit unsaid in this haiku, but we can feel the powerful possibilities therein. In addition, there is a play of time of someone’s passing and the occurrence of fox’s footprints, bringing the past and present into union.

Looking at the sound, I’m drawn to the “o” sounds that elongate the reading and make it more somber in tone. The “i” sounds also give it a sense of urgency.

The language used is simple and effective, and not unnecessarily formal, sentimental, or verbose. It follows the principle of employing just the right amount of words needed to express the moment and feeling.

A haiku with an ethereal quality that makes the reader step inside the emotions and mystery of the moment.

— Nicholas Klacsanzky (USA)