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;

the sardine's eyes

And now here it is..

bright sun...
the sardine's eyes

Lampineung, July 26, 2009

Morning rush haiku

morning rush
he sips his tea

Lampineung, July 26, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Fox haiku

abandoned attic
a fox sensing the tune
of the waving trees

Lampineung, July 25, 2009

Sardine haiku

the sardine's eyes

Peunayong fish market, 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

Friday, July 24, 2009

Lonely dinner haiku

dinner blues--
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

Moment ripples haiku

a leaf falls
on the still pond--
a moment ripples

Banda Raya, July 24, 2009

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Home by the sea haiku

stained walls--
different tales from distant sea

Banda Raya, July 23, 2009

Rocking the moon haiku

gentle wave
rocking the moon
in garden pond

Banda Raya, July 23, 2009

Butterfly summer haiku

butterfly summer
yellow confetti
fall from heaven

Banda Raya, July 23, 2009

Shrimp breeding pond haiku

still water
shushing the breeze
for mating shrimps

Neuheun, January someday, 2009

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Apple worm haiku

a fistful of raincloud
:an apple worm

Banda Raya, July 22, 2009

Disturbed haiku

a lightning strikes through
my words

Banda Raya, July 22, 2009

My tagline haiku

tiny words
to rock the griefs
:devour yourself

Banda Raya, 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

Folded wings haiga

Krueng Raya, July 21, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Dark and light haiku

late dinner--
her smile vanishes
into the candle light

Peuniti, July 20, 2009

Moving air haiku

the coconut trees
dance with the afternoon storm
restless music from afar

stormy afternoon
a sparrow squats on the balustrade
holds the winging

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

Mourning haiku

the dog sniffs
the thin air

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

Around midnight haiku

stars blink,
ethereal yarn slips thru
the windowpane

frames the half moon
on my window

cricket’s song
even louder in the moonlight

Lampineung, July 16, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Lotus pond haiga

Ulee Kareng, 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

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

cloudy evening--
the flock fades behind
the curtain of light

pale dusk--
grandma keeps on gazing
at the wall calendar

Lampineung, July 14, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Bed of roses haiku

the ancient sun lies down
in a bed of roses

twinkling stars
floating over paddy field

Banda Raya, July 14, 2009


Alan Summers suggested me to replace "ancient" with "old" in haiku no 1. "Ancient is a bit overpowering and obvious," he said.


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

Friday, July 10, 2009

Waltzing moon haiku

late night beach--
the moon waltzing with stars
on sparkling water

evening wind rocking treetops
...a distant lullaby

Leupung, September 2008

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Family snapshot haiku

decades fast rolling backward
on a family snapshot

Wedomartani, July 10, 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;

mona lisa's glimpse--
a rosebud unfolds
after the rain

a crack on the ceiling,
the rain drops into the beat
of the wall clock

Pakem, July 9, 2009

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Submerged satori haiga

Lampineung, July 4, 2009

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Wooden bench haiku

Previously posted on June 18, 2009, reposted for typographic error. Original post deleted.

deserted park--
a wooden bench succumbs
to the moonlight

Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku Issue 4 Summer 2009.

crescent moon
trembled and shuddered in bed
:breeze over the pond

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

white lily blooms--
by the ricochet of
your voice

love countdown;
from ten to

in love--
even a broken compass
leads me home

Lampineung, July 2, 2009

Teacup haiku

first daybreak of july—
the chill surrenders
to a cup of green

on the patio
a warm teacup half empty
and the rocking chair

Ambrosia, Journal of Fine Haiku Issue 4 Summer 2009

a disgruntled guest

grumpy reminder--
a cup of black tea
on the phone bill

Banda Raya, July 2, 2009

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Open road haiku

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

wild animals
jump out of the blinding light
:reckless driving

Bireuen-Sigli, June 29, 2009