leftover--
the sardine's eyes
dimming
And now here it is..
bright sun...
the sardine's eyes
dimming
Lampineung, July 26, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Sardine haiku -revisited
"Would you consider looking at that first line again though?" says Alan Summers, one of my cybermentors in haiku writing. He responded to my post;
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Homesick tanka
eventually I realise
Sinatra sang his evergreens
off key
since my child's laughter
in a long distance call
Lampineung, July 25, 2009
Sinatra sang his evergreens
off key
since my child's laughter
in a long distance call
Lampineung, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Lonely dinner haiku
dinner blues--
he stares at the yellow moon
surrounded by white halo
he stares at the yellow moon
surrounded by white halo
Lampineung, July 24, 2009
Moment ripples haiku-revisited
I use to revisit any haiku I wrote. This one is another version of the previous entry.
fallen leaf
on the still pond--
ripples a moment
Banda Raya, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Shrimp breeding pond haiku
still water
shushing the breeze
for mating shrimps
shushing the breeze
for mating shrimps
Neuheun, January someday, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Long-legs at the sunset haiku
This is simply an alteration of the haiga on the previous post. By removing the image, I have this one;
conclude the day
the cranes inhale the sunset
Krueng Raya, July 21, 2009
conclude the day
the cranes inhale the sunset
Krueng Raya, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Moving air haiku
(1)
the coconut trees
dance with the afternoon storm
restless music from afar
(2)
stormy afternoon
a sparrow squats on the balustrade
holds the winging
(3)
an orphan leaf
slithers with the evening wind
Lampineung, July 20, 2009
the coconut trees
dance with the afternoon storm
restless music from afar
(2)
stormy afternoon
a sparrow squats on the balustrade
holds the winging
(3)
an orphan leaf
slithers with the evening wind
Lampineung, July 20, 2009
Flagpole haiku
dark and straight
grows longer after lunch
:the flagpole's shadow
Lampineung, July 17, 2009
grows longer after lunch
:the flagpole's shadow
Lampineung, July 17, 2009
Mourning haiku
(1)
bombing--
the dog sniffs
the thin air
(2)
darker
than the rainclouds
:the dust
Lampineung, July 20, 2009
bombing--
the dog sniffs
the thin air
(2)
darker
than the rainclouds
:the dust
Lampineung, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Cricket's song haibun
Outside, the wind gently blows; compensating previous troubled nights with tenderness and serenity. It’s not supposed to be a sleepless night. But it is for me. Less motivated and bored, I let Murakami and Morrison talk to themselves in my old quilt-covered cotton bed. Don’t want to hear anything, I throw my iPod into the drawer and let it there with a box of video DVDs I’ve watched some weeks back.
I turn off the light and close the shutters. The first is easy but pulling down the eyelids are much harder. Blanketed by the blackness in the room, I am wide awake in silence. So quiet, nothing encroaches my ears. But I see the music.
cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight
Banda Raya, July 16, 2009
I turn off the light and close the shutters. The first is easy but pulling down the eyelids are much harder. Blanketed by the blackness in the room, I am wide awake in silence. So quiet, nothing encroaches my ears. But I see the music.
cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight
Banda Raya, July 16, 2009
Around midnight haiku
(1)
stars blink,
ethereal yarn slips thru
the windowpane
(2)
midnight
frames the half moon
on my window
(3)
cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight
Lampineung, July 16, 2009
stars blink,
ethereal yarn slips thru
the windowpane
(2)
midnight
frames the half moon
on my window
(3)
cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight
Lampineung, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monkey comedy haiga
Long enough away from home, I was busy as I returned home this July. My son was hospitalized and some side jobs awaited to be done. In my way home from Bethesda, I stopped by for a dinner at a small hut in Terban. And the old time rolled on me as a group of monkey comedy passed by. Monkey comedy wanders around the town to give children a show where the monkey is the only performer; biking, dancing, jumping thru ring of fire while his/her master do the drumming. Children laughed and praised the monkey and happily threw dimes into the master's hat put upside down.But things change. These days, monkey comedy seems to be less interesting than computer games, cartoon, play station and other manufactured amusement. I am afraid, the group passed by will be the last one I saw in town.
And, this is the haiga that instantly struck my head. This is the haiga that instantly struck my head.
Yogyakarta, July 10, 2009
Postcriptum;
Many times, I need to add solid imagery onto the text. As long as there's a perfect picture/painting/visual illustration, I'd love to haiga. But that's not always the case. Some other times, I am satisfied with the text, let alone the picture available.
as the drumming fades,
the monkey walks along timid glances
down the road
Day end haiku
(1)
cloudy evening--
the flock fades behind
the curtain of light
(2)
pale dusk--
grandma keeps on gazing
at the wall calendar
Lampineung, July 14, 2009
cloudy evening--
the flock fades behind
the curtain of light
(2)
pale dusk--
grandma keeps on gazing
at the wall calendar
Lampineung, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Bed of roses haiku
(1)
dusk--
the ancient sun lies down
in a bed of roses
(2)
twinkling stars
floating over paddy field
:fireflies
Banda Raya, July 14, 2009
Potscriptum:
Alan Summers suggested me to replace "ancient" with "old" in haiku no 1. "Ancient is a bit overpowering and obvious," he said.
dusk--
the old sun lies down
in a bed of roses
What do you think?
dusk--
the ancient sun lies down
in a bed of roses
(2)
twinkling stars
floating over paddy field
:fireflies
Banda Raya, July 14, 2009
Potscriptum:
Alan Summers suggested me to replace "ancient" with "old" in haiku no 1. "Ancient is a bit overpowering and obvious," he said.
dusk--
the old sun lies down
in a bed of roses
What do you think?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Firefly in a cookie jar haibun
My little boy, Afrizal Hasbi Azizy, underwent a tonsilectomy on Saturday (July 11, 2009) morning. When he was escorted out of the operation room, I saw him crying so painfully. He uses to be brave and afraid of almost nothing. But that morning, I saw the tears rolled down on his face. It happened just 5 days before his 8th birthday; the day he's been thinking about in the last three months, the day he'll be expecting a set of Pokemon card as his birthday present from his mother. I won't be able to be home on the big day to hug him with love, and to surprise him with another given away.
firefly in a cookie jar--
a dream birthday present
for a wounded boy
Wedomartani, July 12, 2009
firefly in a cookie jar--
a dream birthday present
for a wounded boy
Wedomartani, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Waltzing moon haiku
(1)
late night beach--
the moon waltzing with stars
on sparkling water
(2)
evening wind rocking treetops
...a distant lullaby
Leupung, September 2008
late night beach--
the moon waltzing with stars
on sparkling water
(2)
evening wind rocking treetops
...a distant lullaby
Leupung, September 2008
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Rosebud haiku
I was not a kid raised by rich parents. My late daddy was an elementary school teacher, he passed away January 10 last year. My mom, she's about 80 now, was a petty food seller in a small hut by the street. She retired when I was 16.
We live in a house crowded with sisters and brothers. We fought over many things, but we always made a good team when we were facing problems. Fixing leaks on the roof, irrigating our paddy field, catching fishes, and planting daisies were always a team work. All those things inspired me to write these haikus. A dedication, to my parents, brothers-sisters and childhood memories;
(1)
mona lisa's glimpse--
a rosebud unfolds
after the rain
(2)
a crack on the ceiling,
the rain drops into the beat
of the wall clock
Pakem, July 9, 2009
We live in a house crowded with sisters and brothers. We fought over many things, but we always made a good team when we were facing problems. Fixing leaks on the roof, irrigating our paddy field, catching fishes, and planting daisies were always a team work. All those things inspired me to write these haikus. A dedication, to my parents, brothers-sisters and childhood memories;
(1)
mona lisa's glimpse--
a rosebud unfolds
after the rain
(2)
a crack on the ceiling,
the rain drops into the beat
of the wall clock
Pakem, July 9, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wooden bench haiku
Previously posted on June 18, 2009, reposted for typographic error. Original post deleted.
(1)
deserted park--
a wooden bench succumbs
to the moonlight
Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku Issue 4 Summer 2009.
(2)
crescent moon
trembled and shuddered in bed
:breeze over the pond
Note:
Haiku no. 1 was revised after a brief discussion with Alan Summers and Vic Gendrano. The original version as follows:
deserted park--
old wooden bench succumbs
to the moonlight
Banda Aceh, June 17, 2009
(1)
deserted park--
a wooden bench succumbs
to the moonlight
Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku Issue 4 Summer 2009.
(2)
crescent moon
trembled and shuddered in bed
:breeze over the pond
Note:
Haiku no. 1 was revised after a brief discussion with Alan Summers and Vic Gendrano. The original version as follows:
deserted park--
old wooden bench succumbs
to the moonlight
Banda Aceh, June 17, 2009
Shinta's haiku
(1)
white lily blooms--
by the ricochet of
your voice
(2)
love countdown;
from ten to
you
(3)
in love--
even a broken compass
leads me home
Lampineung, July 2, 2009
white lily blooms--
by the ricochet of
your voice
(2)
love countdown;
from ten to
you
(3)
in love--
even a broken compass
leads me home
Lampineung, July 2, 2009
Teacup haiku
(1)first daybreak of july—
the chill surrenders
to a cup of green
(2)
on the patio
a warm teacup half empty
and the rocking chair
Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku Issue 4 Summer 2009
(3)
tea!
a disgruntled guest
orders
(4)
grumpy reminder--
a cup of black tea
on the phone bill
Banda Raya, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Open road haiku
(1)
burning interstate--
a fast car speeding through
the curved air
My friend Alan Summer reminded me to rework on the first line. So, here it is:
escaping the sun--
a fast car speeding through
the curved air
(2)
wild animals
jump out of the blinding light
:reckless driving
Bireuen-Sigli, June 29, 2009
burning interstate--
a fast car speeding through
the curved air
My friend Alan Summer reminded me to rework on the first line. So, here it is:
escaping the sun--
a fast car speeding through
the curved air
(2)
wild animals
jump out of the blinding light
:reckless driving
Bireuen-Sigli, June 29, 2009
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