Dog's haiku

(1)
police dog--
losing sense of direction
at the perfumery

(2)
convergence--
stray dog sleeps
with a homeless


Lampineung, June 20, 2009

Scentless roses haiga

Geuceu, Banda Raya, June 17, 2009

Tanka for Chandra

I rarely write tanka. This one, is originally a spontaneous response to a note --a poetic prayer-- on Chandra Prijosusilo's page. Surely, I did a slight modification to have the tanka below:

a wonderful surprise
laid down at my door
your fourth verse

glowing with prayer
the day has just begun


Geuceu, Banda Raya, June 17, 2009

180 degrees haiku

(1)
dawn
curtain dances
into morning wind

(2)
hot sunny day
refrigerator at the corner
sweats

(3)
colours run--
sunglasses
for bright sunny day

(4)
dusk, the sun sets
under wrinkly screen
on my window


Lampineung, June 17 2009

Maitake mushroom haiga

Just another haiga of mine. I tried to use yugen technique. Gimme some notes, please...

Geuceu, Bandar Raya, June 16, 2009

Country life haiku

(1)
hungry for the light
cornsprout breaks the soil
:life finds the way

(2)
countryside walk
road even longer
after the rain


Geuceu, Bandar Raya, June 16, 2009

Umbrella girl haibun

I came up with the idea of doing a haibun from the haiku on previous post. My cyberfriend, Beatrice Van De Vis gave me invaluable critiques on the original haiku so that the idea crossed my mind.

Can't read the text? Click on the above haibun for larger image and clearer text.


Lampineung, June 16, 2009

Strange moments haiku

(1)
rainy afternoon
umbrella girl
shivers and cold

(2)
seasons come and go
nothing really matters
in the greenhouse

(3)
solitary stillness
this heart pounds
like a wardrum

Lampineung, June 14 2009

Blooming flower haiku

(1)
tiny petals of white
perpetual fragrance of true color
don't smell, feel

(2)
tiny petals of white
untainted nectar deep inside
devotion to life

(3)
buzzing honeybees
around tiny petals of white
:purity binds


Geuceu, June 10, 2009

Simple fact haiku

(1)
dead tree in the open--
life was here
roots to branches

my revised version goes

dead tree in the open
roots to branches
:life was here

(2)
simple fact about life
it ends
when it ends


Lampineung, June 9, 2009

Stormy monday haiku

After hour gives me good chance to dive deeper into my imagination. When everybody is leaving, the moment comes. And these are some of my haikus from such moments.

(1)
3x3 m square
a complete solitude
my mind is wandering

I decided to revise haiku No. 1:
3x3 m square
my mind is wandering
in complete solitude

(2)
summons the cool mist
lighthouse on sturdy rock
:can't stop aging

(3)
amber sky in the west
laughter outside my door
the day is done


Bandar Raya, June 8, 2009

Leaving home haiku

Where do the ideas come from? They may come from anywhere. Haiku challenge and renga can be a good exercise by writing the lines in response to others' . You can find two haikus of mine below. I wrote them spontaneously, seconds after I found Liana Munir's Facebook status; enjoying roasted bread and hot nescafe before heading to Spokane and starting the journey.....^_^

I am grateful to Liana Munir for making way for the ideas to come into my head.

(1)
roasted bread and hot coffee
minutes before leaving
missing you already

(2)
taxi at the gate
waving hands at the doorsteps
the luggage now much heavier


Lampineung, June 8, 2009

Running away haiku

(1)
home from the sea
he walks towards the new days
the wave, the tide on his back

(2)
running away heart
love haunts in sleepless night
life's ocean away

(3)
running away heart
the sea, the mountain, the sky
:home

(4)
dawn is approaching
spider web on window frame
longing for the light


Lampineung, June 7, 2009

Stonewall haiga

History will teach us nothing. That's not my words. If you were into Sting's music, you'd know him saying that in his song. But, knock it off. I am not talking about music but history, the past that shapes our today and future. Many believe that what we know today in history depends on who wrote them. It implies the mechanics of power in determining who was right and wrong, who was the winner and the loser, the hero and the culprit, the saint and the sinner, who were and were not there in history. You may disagree over it. But sometimes, history hides the truth, as the truth --like beauty-- lies in the eye of the beholder.

I wrote the haiku on the image that makes it haiga by drawing some lines of ideas from the discourse. I am indebted to my friend Ika Rahutami for her photograph.


Bandar Raya, June 5, 2009