Save Our World Haiku Contest judged by Lenard D. Moore
earth day
the shimmering wave
of a bee colony
2nd Place
2020 World Haiku Competition
rainless days
I make another cloud
in a bottle
Honourable Mention
2020 World Haiku Competition
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Showing posts with label Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine. Show all posts
Friday, June 12, 2020
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, June 2020
A Selection of Tanka Art
Note: this tanka originally appeared in Blithe Spirit 28.2, 2018
Note: this tanka originally appeared in Presence 64, July 2019
Note: this tanka originally appeared in GUSTS 25, Spring/Summer 2017
Note: this tanka originally appeared in Mariposa 41, Autumn/Winter 2019
Monday, July 22, 2019
World Tanka Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2019
contest theme: "love"
crafted with love,
this table you made
from ash trees
planted for the children
we never had
Honourable Mention
2019 World Tanka Competition
crafted with love,
this table you made
from ash trees
planted for the children
we never had
Honourable Mention
2019 World Tanka Competition
Monday, June 03, 2019
World Haiku Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2018
sea canaries
we dip our paddles
into their songs
Honourable Mention
2018 World Haiku Competition
we dip our paddles
into their songs
Honourable Mention
2018 World Haiku Competition
Wednesday, November 09, 2016
World Haiku Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2016
fog deepens
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night
Grand Prize
2016 World Haiku Competition
the sound of rabbits
nibbling night
Grand Prize
2016 World Haiku Competition
Saturday, November 28, 2015
World Haiku Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2015
antelope
the humming of wind
in barbed wire
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
Comments from Judge Alan Summers:
Five brilliant haiku receiving honourable mentions, from an imaginative use of parentheses during a time of heavy snow; to storm clouds that may be inside a tulip; an antelope that is the hum of the wind in barbed wire; to the blue filtered light as a man of war decays; to the iconic tumbleweed where perhaps it wishes to ride the now defunct railway line possibly by a long gone ghost town.
These are astonishing honourable mentions all worthy of winning competitions in their own right.
the humming of wind
in barbed wire
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
blue sea glass
a man of war decays
in the sun
Honourable Mention
2015 World Haiku Competition
Comments from Judge Alan Summers:
Five brilliant haiku receiving honourable mentions, from an imaginative use of parentheses during a time of heavy snow; to storm clouds that may be inside a tulip; an antelope that is the hum of the wind in barbed wire; to the blue filtered light as a man of war decays; to the iconic tumbleweed where perhaps it wishes to ride the now defunct railway line possibly by a long gone ghost town.
These are astonishing honourable mentions all worthy of winning competitions in their own right.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
World Tanka Competition, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, 2013
they called us
to collect her things
not knowing
what to do with her teeth
we left her smile in the trash
Honourable Mention
2013 World Tanka Competition
to collect her things
not knowing
what to do with her teeth
we left her smile in the trash
Honourable Mention
2013 World Tanka Competition
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-zine, August 2013
etched against
the star-stamped sky
arthritic branches
scrawl the naked poetry
of old-growth forests
by the lamp
of a full Thunder Moon
I wrote this storm
with lightning bolts
dipped in wells of rain
gritty life
shape-shifting into desert
thirst unslaked
the sand in my shell mouth
never becoming pearls
ice dancing
between frozen waves
on winter's lake
silver blades carve initials
in the diamond dust of snow
snow geese
scribe an ancient mystery
across the moon
their soft murmurs
catching winter's breath
migration
the last loon on the lake and I
ululating
our echoes vanish in that
sad impermanence of air
feed me words
from your quicksilver tongue
let them drip
into my dusty throat
and down the chin of longing
through the canyon
wild whinnying resounds
shattered echoes
bouncing off the humpbacked
shoulders of the desert night
those silent
bones of words
that mean goodbye
the distance between us
further than the crow flies
my hair
combed by wayward winds
silver webs drift
into the dreaming forest
capturing the song of sun
the star-stamped sky
arthritic branches
scrawl the naked poetry
of old-growth forests
by the lamp
of a full Thunder Moon
I wrote this storm
with lightning bolts
dipped in wells of rain
gritty life
shape-shifting into desert
thirst unslaked
the sand in my shell mouth
never becoming pearls
ice dancing
between frozen waves
on winter's lake
silver blades carve initials
in the diamond dust of snow
snow geese
scribe an ancient mystery
across the moon
their soft murmurs
catching winter's breath
migration
the last loon on the lake and I
ululating
our echoes vanish in that
sad impermanence of air
feed me words
from your quicksilver tongue
let them drip
into my dusty throat
and down the chin of longing
through the canyon
wild whinnying resounds
shattered echoes
bouncing off the humpbacked
shoulders of the desert night
those silent
bones of words
that mean goodbye
the distance between us
further than the crow flies
my hair
combed by wayward winds
silver webs drift
into the dreaming forest
capturing the song of sun
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