window with daisies –
I remember you
from an old dream
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
migratory birds –
when my child wants wings
instead of the arms
Dan C. Iulian
Romania
https://thehaikufoundation.org/haiku-dialogue-dreams-future-and-past-commentary/?fbclid=IwY2xjawH2d_ZleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHTaG2wE2YnyJWpVWA5-aFXF_0nrBv3An2J7o1DLT39RXDfbjunVg8_csmA_aem_jGTGtjGUGaF5APTgp1gHJQ
Non-Japanese section
Tokusen (Second Prize)
mountain railway station -
the steam train leaves behind
a fog dragon
Capotă Daniela Lăcrămioara
（Romania)
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Nyusen (Third Prize)
alambre de espino
algunos ríos nunca
llegan al mar
Eduard TARA
（România)
https://kusamakura-haiku.jp/backnumber/2024/2024.pdf?fbclid=IwY2xjawH1_yBleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHeOtcejSsy3wt4grVCN85VkiBW7AQKNvy6ZGk06qLu84KZ6e1kT_cqYNDQ_aem_I1TLLS7DWXWgSCLJ-BcWjA#page=14
edge of the day –
a man of the street
wears his shadow
日の暮れる通りの男影纏う
winter time –
the rooster crows
once again
冬来る雄鶏再度声上げる
a bird’s song
in the cherry blossoms
a brief visit
束の間の桜の花に鳥の歌
yoga class
here, there,
everything
あちこちのヨガ教室や行き渡る
short fall day –
the shade of the pine
up to the moon
秋入日松の木陰の月に映ゆ
armistice day
the cricket song
crosses the border
休戦の記念日祝すクリケット国境を越え歌声響く
gust of wind –
the last leaf
in the balance
突風に最後の一葉耐え忍ぶ
fans in the wind
slip on the sea
two gulls
鴎二羽扇の如く海風に
the empty fields
clouds in the sky
human figures
空き野原人形の如空の雲
Christmas gift –
by the fireplace
father’s stories
クリスマスギフトは父の物語暖炉のそばで熱気を帯びる
Translated into Japanese by Hidenori Hiruta
Florin Golban (profile)
Florin Golban, born in 1975 in Romania, lives & works in Bucharest, as a entrepreneur and writer.
His poetry and short prose have been published in various magazines worldwide.
He published 3 poetry books and contributed to several poetry and prose anthologies.
Member of the Romanian Haiku Group, CEO of Sembazuru Art and is passionate about rock music.
Florin Golban, Romanian writer, editor of the haiku page in Arges magazine.
leafless trees
patients in the courtyard
of the oncology clinic
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Mirela Brailean (Iasi, Romania)
Selected by Dhugal J. Lindsay
https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20241226/p2g/00m/0su/025000c?fbclid=IwY2xjawHx_UVleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHacDXPiQh5t8gY2Rh9nxuLbmBRNYx2yKzs24QR3a40udBxlSxPLeyQrR0A_aem_g-Yzj4kMhV9jmKz0KhSnTQ
a big quince
refusing to fall
full moon
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Cezar Ciobika (Botosani, Romania)
Selected by Dhugal J. Lindsay
https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20241226/p2g/00m/0su/022000c?fbclid=IwY2xjawHs18dleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHdpc_I5pbCLtZW11iYZ-kPV2N5sPqRAxL4VeHk_1_9XSt6RL5fs9vQXpnA_aem_zFKJHGrHbrK7E3CsMJOKPw
PHR4 editor: Alan Summers
Parking lots
There was still grass here last year, now it’s a new parking lot. A burning-hot asphalt carpet laid over the flower bed, in front of my grandparents' house, where I have always returned, enjoying the orchard, and the little lake that has dried up in the meantime.
Fewer trees, many more parking lots, so they cut down the orchards too.
The only one left is chainsaw redefined, I feel it's my grandfather's walnut tree, by the way he holds the head bowed, looking at his beloved land.
the branches of a tree
tied up behind its back –
tightlipped birds
Lavana Kray
Omnibus
I knock on our house door, but it's not my mother who opens. Seeing my doubt in front of the door, the wind smacks it against the wall. Something that looks like a being, a steamy silhouette wearing a long flowery printed dress, swirls around, engulfs
me, while its imprints fly all over the room. What a fresh plum blossom scent!
Suddenly, the wind calms down, the clouds wash out, and the ghost is gone, but all these white petals left on the floor are a sign that I'm not the only one coming home now and then...
honeycomb –
a butterfly alights
on the sweet knife
Lavana Kray
Honorable Mention
nursing home at dad's dark window a bonsai — Mircea Moldovan A somber scene — a father living in a nursing home with only a small bonsai by the window. In years past, he might have been surrounded by family with a large tree to celebrate the season. Bonsai can symbolize many things, so this haiku might be a bit of a Rorschach in how the last line is read. But they can represent the cyclical nature of life, so for me, the last line lifts this haiku and ends it on a note of acceptance.
https://thehaikufoundation.org/thf-monthly-kukai-january-2025/