Join the army haiku

traffic light--
my boy doesn't want
to join the army

The color of the wind haiku

moonlit night
knowing the color of the wind
too dark, too dark

Sickle moon tan renga

red mark
on her coffee cup
deepening silence

nothing we talked about
but the sickle moon

in the round
ascending tones of
angelic voices

bamboo leaves shake
and bend the sunlight

a sudden gust of wind
brings the rain to land
a kiss of longing

in the shiver on my hand
the shake of our hands

running and laughing
kiddies play hide and seek
amber evening

I am the clouds
chasing sunset

::

Damian Alma
Wahyu W. Basjir

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/renku03.html

Life's light haiku

life's light
anything to worry about
a click away

Unopened heart haiku

unopened heart
in the faint light I let it
be fireflies..

A burst of her laughter haiku

outside the window
a burst of her laughter
like love like light

I call her rose haiku

1/
i call her rose
the ricochet of
sun light

2/
garden party
all talks about everything
but the goldfish

Three tanka

1/
sleeps too deep
or so it seems to me
roadside mimosa
her diamond earrings glisten
with the first light

2/
the scent of cut hay
from the harvested field
you shall set it free
once you said about my dream
that sleeps in a heap of grass

3/
we lose them 
one after another
after certain age*
will you catch me
when i'm a falling petal

*Inspired by Murakami's 1Q84

Sleep too deep tanka

sleeps too deep
or so it seems to me
roadside mimosa
her diamond earrings glisten
with the first light

A rosebud and singing cicadas tanka

1/
a rosebud in my garden
too lovely to overlook
behind this window
i welcome the morning light
as if the blooming last forever

2/
perpetual echo
of your voice in my ear
you against me
over the reason to love
cicadas singing in the trees

A branch tanka

a branch
bathed in light
where the raven was--
holding onto my desire
to paint with colors


Published in A Hundred Gourds, Vol. 1:3, Summer 2012

Even the light haiga

Lost in light haiga

Sent to me some months back, the image keeps haunting me. One out of many images Bambang N Karim produced for me, this image has been there in my hard disk for months. I eventually find the words for the haiga;

lost in light

my heart mind soul

here lie under 

a grassblade bends for

the damselfly

House of light haiga

First collaboration with my fellow photographer Denies Senopranoto.

Traffic light haiku quartet

1/
green light--
a glimpse of a little girl
holding her tambourine

2/
green light--
fading reverb of her
tambourine

3/
at the traffic light
discerning the sound of
different colors

4/
busy junction
her tambourine glistens with
unknown song

Cigarette butt haiga

Satori; Chapter 20, haibun*

Men are fools, Solange thought as she left the house in Tokyo.
A few tears, a sparkle of en eye, the twitch of a hip, and their brains are as easily turned off like an electrical switch. 
Haverford was smarter than most, just as blind.
Like the rest, he sees what he wants to see and nothing more.
Nicholai, on the other hand..
Dommage.
What a shame.

lanterns in the breeze
in her mind, darkness and light
darkness and light

*The prose excerpted from Don Winslow's Satori, Grand Central Publishing, June 2011

Streetlight haiku

streetlight
shines thru pine branches
crickets hideout

lampu jalan
menorobos ranting pinus
liang jangkrik

No more denial tanka

too long
i've been running away
now no more denial
i surrender to
the morning light

terlalu lama
mencoba menjauh
tak lagi membantah
kini aku takluk
pada kilau fajar

Owl's cry haiku

owl's cry
dims the candle light
in a black out

nyanyian burung hantu
meredupkan nyala lilin
saat mati lampu