First Place
fishing the shallows
hip-deep in
white clouds
Michael McClintock
(2,6,9) = 27 pts
A beautiful picture.
Second Place
dusk —
the geese
just darker than the sky
Tim Singleton
(2,5,8) = 24 pts
Reminds me of Basho's ducks sounding faintly white. A subtle
observation conveying the mood at dusk.
Though Sylvia Plath is writing of the blue-black time just before
sunrise, I recall her powerful opening of 'Ariel: Stasis in darkness'.
Then the substanceless blue 'Pour of tor and distances'.
In this haiku, too, a lovely just-caught blue-black.
the neighbour's
unkempt lawn . . .
all these butterflies
polona
(2,4,10) = 24 pts
I recently viewed such a scene of an open field . It was
fascinating to see so many butterflies rise so quickly and so high
into the sky.
The image of butterflies being "unkempt" is perfection!
Third Place
spring planting
another turn
of earth
Tom Painting
(2,4,9) = 23 pts
Below Third Place
August moon . . .
from imperfect people
perfect shadows
Warren Gossett
(2,4,8) = 22 pts
The play of imperfect/perfect is interesting here, and compelling,
if we don't let ourselves get too over-involved in the intellectual
game behind it.
August moon
somewhere in the dark
a blues harp
Ignatius Fay
(2,3,8) = 20 pts
Planting roses —
the young farmer hums
an old love song
Vasile Moldovan
(3,2,6) = 19 pts
It makes me wonder if the farmer's father and possibly grandfather
sang the same old love song. A nice story in few words.
Somehow, I can understand that farmer's song . . . the poem puts me
right under his skin.
How nice to be able to sing while working.
So many layers to this one: the farmer is young, the song old, the
activity of planting roses older yet, and the emotion of love as old
as humanity. I wish the first letter of the first word were lower
case: it would make discerning whether this is a haiku or senryu
harder.
first love
my best friend's bike
at her house
Garry Eaton
(0,6,7) = 19 pts
migrating birds —
a line of traffic lights
turns green
Israel López Balan
(0,4,11) = 19 pts
This is a welcome sight. Those traffic lights can be so trying.
faster
than grandfather's rake
falling leaves
Roberta Beary
(0,4,9) = 17 pts
A lovely tribute to much more than falling leaves. Like Shakespeare
who honored well the passing of time in our lives.
falling leaves
the scent of wet dog
in the hallway
Marleen Hulst
(0,4,9) = 17 pts
Impossible not to smell both the leaves and the dog in your mind's nose.
getting to know him —
leaf by leaf
the oak bares itself
Melissa Spurr
(1,3,7) = 16 pts
Great comparison and tree choice. My oak tree doesn’t give up its
leaves very readily. This might turn out to be a long courtship.
My favorite! I like the sense of revelation as nature does ever so
imperceptively in a haiku moment. I'm not content with my vote but
poor as I am with a only a loonie [coin]for a treasure, I must get on.
icy moon
coyote cries
crack the silence
Melissa Spurr
(0,5,6) = 16 pts
Another good nature haiku.
high up in a tree
the crow changes colour —
first sunrise
Pia So'Sua
(0,3,10) = 16 pts
Reminiscent of Basho. Keen observation, captured simply.
An exquisite image.
bare foot
stirring
the whole Milky Way
Kurt R. Westley
(0,5,5) = 15 pts
leaf fall
the crisp step
of the meter reader
Tom Painting
(0,2,11) = 15 pts
Good use of contemporary elements, the figure of the meter reader;
this could not have been written in medieval Japan.
Somebody has keen hearing.
The auditory image lasts longer than the length of a haiku.
A gust of wind
drops corn between
the bones of a crow.
mechaieh
(1,2,5) = 12 pts
Reminds me of the saying: We are what we eat.
I love the image-within-an-image with the same theme in this poem.
It appears to be autumn; the kernel is left behind after the harvest.
It is the dying time of the year. That crows live and eat in corn
fields intensifies the theme. But the kernel of corn also suggests the
potential rebirth in the spring. I wish the first letter of the first
word were lower case and that there were no period: this poem risks
seeming too much like a sentence even without those two issues.
struggling
through the tall grass — a boy
again
maxianne
(1,2,5) = 12 pts
A great surprise.
I love that this haiku makes me feel both young and so very old.
the hawk also waiting
for shadows —
Groundhog Day
David Grayson
(1,1,7) = 12 pts
August moon —
this heat
between our sheets
Michael Dylan Welch
(1,2,4) = 11 pts
The moon seems responsible for so many things but heat is a new one
for me.
I always like it when there's more than one meaning.
mid-winter thaw
even the snowman
has a runny nose
Elinor Pihl Huggett
(1,2,4) = 11 pts
stifling heat —
his mother finally sees
the tattoo
Diane Mayr
(0,3,4) = 10 pts
autumn morning —
a street dog
also sneezes
Israel López Balan
(0,3,4) = 10 pts
first day back
the religion teacher
pregnant again
Terry O'Connor
(0,1,8) = 10 pts
Yep, another senryu in the mix, as in the Free format group.
Just so, it's memorable and makes its observation in a classic manner.
life drawing
the pear shaped curve
of a breast
Beth Powell
(1,1,4) = 9 pts
This also suggests the lovely color and softness of a pear.
fishing
a rainbow
out of the blue
Ben Gieske
(1,0,5) = 8 pts
first sun —
beside the front door
an old coin
Israel López Balan
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
Tough to put into words why this one sticks with me, but "stick" it
does; its meaning and resonance, for me, are somewhere deep in the
psyche, in the part of the mind and consciousness that processes, and
holds on to, the symbolic.
bluestem
a flash of quail
in all directions
Tom Painting
(1,0,4) = 7 pts
A wonderful picture.
leaning papyrus —
the weight of a green
chameleon
Parkeenka Ntato
(0,2,3) = 7 pts
Refreshing to find a haiku only about nature.
August moon
the enormous belly
of the garden Buddha
Michael McClintock
(0,1,5) = 7 pts
Groundhog Day
the trickle of water
under ice
Tom Painting
(0,1,5) = 7 pts
fishing alone
I cast a thought
on the stream
Bill Kenney
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
planting rice —
my fathers peer
from my reflection
Earl R. Keener
(0,2,1) = 5 pts
last leaf
on the dogwood
chrysalis
Barbara Snow
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
cold —
the aspen leaves
shake with me
Maria Tomczak
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
I absolutely can feel this.
cherry blossom —
in my kitchen
the first ants
Gryta Wansdronk
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
night watch
opening the window
to spring peepers
Michele L. Harvey
(0,0,5) = 5 pts
groundhog day
the shadows of road crews
patching chuck holes
Cindy Tebo
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
I love the cross-over references to shadow and chuck, as well
as the implied contrast of one exiting a hole and others filling
holes. Lovely.
wind takes the seeds
I return the hat
to the scarecrow
Boris Nazansky
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
strip dancing
the last rose petal
off the stem
Chuck Welt
I wonder how long this took?
General Comments for the Kigo Section:
Wonderful series this past year.
It was a great pleasure to read these poems anew.
I had an interesting struggle when choosing how many points I'd
assign each poem. I gave 2 points each to the poems that were
complex, rather than being snapshots, even when the complex ones had
technical problems and the snapshot poems were technically perfect.
While I think it's appropriate to value the message over technical
matters, I am not entirely comfortable giving fewer points to poems
that are just snapshots. Buson was a master of painterly poems, and
is one of my top two of the fab four Japanese poets. I wish I had a
couple extra points for the latter two, or that I could eliminate one
of them. Thank you for this pleasant challenge.
This was hard-- there were so many great haiku to choose from!
I remember all of these haiku. It was so hard to narrow the
list to just six!
Great to review these annual prizewinners again -- always an extra
pleasure.
My sincere congratulations to the winners!! These three haiku: bare foot/ stirring/ the whole Milky Way, August moon . . ./from imperfect people/perfect shadows, and fishing/a rainbow/out of the blue, are among my favorites and I’m glad see that they are in the top.
Sorry, I don't have time to make any specific comments, but these
are all wonderful poems! Although I find it difficult to compare the
serious with the humorous, it's lovely to read the variety of
approaches in dealing with the selected subjects.
What struck me about the poems is that more and more nature is human
nature. The Kigo poems seem to be more inclined to incorporate human
nature into nature than the Free Verse poem.
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First Place
window moon —
the quiet sound between
tick and tock
Angéle Lux
(4,6,10) = 34 pts
You sent me back to T.S. Eliot's The Four Quartets. Time past, time
present. Lovely evocation.
I can still hear the tick and tock. Beautiful poem!
Second Place
along the shore
each wave
waits its turn
Ben Gieske
(2,7,12) = 32 pts
A reminder that everything has its order.
Third Place
homeless shelter –
her wrinkled brochure
of Disneyworld
Catherine J.S. Lee
(3,3,6) = 21 pts
So sad and yet full of hope. Some dreams never die.
in the garden
that was her life . . .
birdsong
Carol Raisfeld
(1,3,12) = 21 pts
A powerful, simple memorial, expressed beautifully -- the third line
"birdsong" is brilliant here.
Gardens and birdsong.....who needs more, except memory.
Beautifully poignant.
night sky —
my thumb
eclipsing the moon
Cara Holman
(0,5,11) = 21 pts
I can still see the eye, the thumb and the moon. Beautiful poem!
Below Third Place
a year later
still leaving the porch
light on
Terra Martin
(1,3,11) = 20 pts
Always living in the moment of return. Beautiful suspension in this
haiku.
A great example of letting the reader participate in the haiku by
filling in the blanks.
empty beach
the faint sound
of a church bell
og_a
(2,1,11) = 19 pts
I can still hear the church bell. Beautiful poem!
railroad crossing
their goodnight kiss
one hundred boxcars long
Edward
(0,2,12) = 16 pts
snow fills
the pumpkin’s grin
November
Ann K. Schwader
(1,2,8) = 15 pts
Captures perfectly the transition between Halloween and winter.
still no word . . .
a piece of sky
left by the clouds
Rob Scott
(0,4,7) = 15 pts
winter night
she stirs the embers
before bed
Tom Painting
(1,3,5) = 14 pts
Exquisitely simple slice-of-life; this is real haiku.
This so economically and so completely evokes a ritual from my
youth. For years, the last thing my father did before going to bed,
when visiting the cottage in winter, was to stir the embers and fill
the stove with wood. You can feel the warmth radiating from this poem.
enough,
just one orchid in
the bamboo vase
Narayanan Raghunathan
(0,4,6) = 14 pts
Simple and beautiful. I think a colon might work better than a comma,
here.
the parking ticket machine
tells me
change is possible
Andrew Shimield
(0,2,9) = 13 pts
Is it haiku? There ARE examples of this kind of poem from the
Japanese masters; its subject and style puts it on the outer margins
of the haiku genre. That being said, it is a fine example of the pithy
truths of that end of the genre, surprises us with its wisdom in a
memorable way.
home alone
my finger circles
the cookie tin
Tom Painting
(1,3,3) = 12 pts
one silk thread . . .
in the rubble a spider
starts a new web
Janice Hornburg
(1,2,5) = 12 pts
To my mind, the outstanding haiku of this annual collection. All
round wonderful!
Persistence. Renewal. Hope. Lovely.
quiet breakfast —
faint height marks
on the wall
James Dobson
(0,2,8) = 12 pts
A moment when parents are adjusting to their child having grown up
and moved on.
Melancholy perfection!
rain . . .
the floor awash
with toys
Rob Scott
(2,1,3) = 11 pts
whistling across fields
the boy
your father was
carol pearce-worthington
(1,0,8) = 11 pts
A mother talks to her son? Precious capture.
thick fog —
four brightly colored pills
beside her oatmeal
Susan Constable
(0,3,5) = 11 pts
So vivid, yet so speculative. Is she ill (how badly)? Is she
dieting? Does the fog imply the pills are for a mental disorder - or,
perhaps, recreational use that has gotten out of hand? So many
questions.
moving day —
in the empty room
my mother's smell
Israel López Balan
(0,2,7) = 11 pts
I know this experience deep in my heart. I have saved my mother's
fur jacket, and every so often, I go to a special closet and bury my
nose deep in her smell.
autumn love
letting him feel
my scar
Melissa Spurr
(0,1,9) = 11 pts
vapors
rising from the lake . . .
morning coffee
Janice Hornburg
(0,3,4) = 10 pts
Wonderful analogy - both lake and coffee, being warmer than their
morning surroundings, emitting vapors. In contrast, one images chills,
while the other warms.
we sleep
curved into each other . . .
old spoons
Jo McInerney
(0,2,5) = 9 pts
I find this enormously comforting.
sunlit beach
I twirl the umbrella
in my drink
Collin Barber
(0,2,5) = 9 pts
change of address . . .
the constant shift
of stars
Melissa Spurr
(0,1,7) = 9 pts
moving day -
a drift of dandelion seeds
leads the way
aom (tim)
(0,2,4) = 8 pts
One of those images/juxta-positionings that conveys whole stories
with simple grace and natural imagery.
changing weather
my son renames
his chameleon
Francine Banwarth
(0,2,4) = 8 pts
Three changes in three lines in one moment.
my grandparents
stand at the end of the dock
casting one shadow
Edward
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
summer picnic —
the last of the cookie crumbs
walk by
C.P.Harrison
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
Normally I don't go for anthropomorphism, even in senryu. But I had
to break my rule on this one.
I love this image--even though I am not fond of ants.
tea steam
the east window
brightens
Ann K. Schwader
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
carousel
she tells the unicorn
to giddyap
Ellen Compton
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
mid January
he tries a different set
of bathroom scales
Paul Hodder
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
accessories —
she dyes tennis balls
to match her outfits
ARW
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
I enjoyed the humor and humanity of this; strictly speaking, this is
senryu, but the poem still scores high for me.
ah! the midnight moon
sprinkling sequins again
on the old pond
Anne Zooey Lind
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
Take the time to really visualize this one from the words given -- a
classically beautiful image.
after
the aftershock
one star
Francine Banwarth
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
hoarfrost
her embroidery needle
in and out
Terra Martin
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
morning bake shop
the last cookies sold
for a smile
Michele Harvey
(0,0,5) = 5 pts
Christmas brunch
a place at the table
for her new doll
Catherine J.S. Lee
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
night time harmony
my wife and my dog
snoring off key
Mr. PC
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
evening walk —
leaving the house
to come home again
Marylouise Knight
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
winter romance —
crumbs at the bottom
of a cookie jar
polona
General Comments for the Free Format Section:
It's all worth repeating....Wonderful series this past
year!
A wonderful chance to revisit these and to see them as standalone
poems. Thanks to all that participated throughout the year. You have
been inspiring!
This was the first time I've ever had more points than I needed. I
gave one point each to two poems I wasn't super-enthusiastic about
because I didn't want to give any of the others more points than I
already had.
I was surprised at just how little nature figures in these poems. I was also surprise by just how little mystery is incorporated in the writing. So many of these almost feel like
Senryu to me. Wonderful depictions of the human condition. Yet, I
miss the mind-opening quality of a good haiku.
Another hard call! What wonderful haiku were written
this past year. I can't wait to see what comes next!
This was a very unforgettable year filled with many wonderful haiku. Very inspirational and very observant. I hope to continue to learn as I compete with these wonderful poets!
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