duminică, 25 mai 2025

Autumn Moon Haiku Journal, Volume 8:2, Spring/Summer 2025

 




spring wind –
the tree sings
another way

vânt de primăvară –
copacul cântă
altfel

lavender field –
remembering
my mother’s perfume

câmpul de lavandă –
amintindu-mi
parfumul mamei mele
       Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă, Romania


mountain path –
the sky brighter
in the peony meadow

potecă de munte –
în poiana cu bujori
mai luminos cerul
      Mihaela Cojocaru, Romania


survival –
the last lily
rising again

supravieţuire –
ridicându-se din nou
ultimul crin
      Carmen Duvalma, Romania


serenity
the buds grow quietly
in the moonlight

seninătate
mugurii cresc pe tăcute
la lumina lunii
      Mona Iordan, Romania


sunshower
the vocalisations
of a baby crow

ploaie de soare
vocalizele
unui pui de cioară
      Mircea Moldovan, Romania


a windless day . . .
deep into the forest’s heart
old railway tracks

o zi fără vânt . . .
vechea cale ferată
în inima pădurii
      Florian Munteanu, Romania


grandpa is gone –
in the plum tree he planted
a few blossoms

bunicul a plecat –
în prunul plantat de el
câteva flori

grandma’s orchard –
the scent
of freshly mown hay

livada bunicii –
aroma de fân
proaspăt cosit
      Maria Tirenescu, Romania

exploring new buds . . .
my neighbor’s cat follows me
to my garden

explorând noi lăstari . . .
pisoiul vecinei mă-nsoţeşte
spre grădina mea
      Steliana Cristina Voicu, Romania


https://www.autumnmoonhaiku.com/

sâmbătă, 24 mai 2025

Haiku Dialogue

 a gray blend of pink and blue postpartum depression

Mirela Brailean
Romania

Mirela’s poem is one that made me rethink the way I read the original text. As someone who loves a good pajama day, I read this poem as one describing a leisurely day on summer vacation. In my imagination, I saw those big, puffy white clouds that provide some occasional relief from the direct summer sun. But Mirela takes a different approach. She removes the seasonal referent and instead focuses on color. Baby blue and pale pink blend to gray in the haze of postpartum depression; the gray could also be alluding to heavy, dark storm clouds. The subject living in her pajamas is implied through the depression. While for some people, spending time in pajamas is a way to relax, for others, it’s a symptom of dire mental and emotional turmoil. Mirela Brailean has invoked the subtle elements of M.R.’s original poem while bringing a specific resonance through her own sense of direct language.



https://thehaikufoundation.org/haiku-dialogue-allusion-communing-with-the-contemporary-commentary/

vineri, 23 mai 2025

L'Ours dansant – Le journal gratuit du haïku N° 49 – Mai 2025


 FLORILÈGE 

THÈME : ABSENCE, SÉPARATION


démobilisé 

embrassés par papa 

avec son bras unique 

Mirela BRAILEAN, Roumanie


une chaussure

à la frontière

où sera son compagnon ?

Rodica CALOTĂ, Roumanie


vieux violon 

sans une corde 

une chanson oubliée 

Florian MUNTEANU, Roumanie


promenade sans toi - 

je dis bonjour aux tulipes 

de mon quartier 

Ana DROBOT, Rounmanie


automne profond 

l'arbre devant ma fenêtre

ne chante plus 

Mona IORDAN, Roumanie 


le pont brisé par la pluie – 

de l'autre côté un bateau 

au clair de lune 

Mihaela COJOCARU, Roumanie


www.100pour100haiku.fr

luni, 19 mai 2025

KO, HAIKU MAGAZINE IN ENGLISH, Vol.39 No. 10 446 Issue, SPRING-SUMMER 2025



The Awards in 2024



Maria Tirenescu

clouds on the horizon -

the whole family

collecting the hay


Haikuuri selectate de Koko Kato













vineri, 16 mai 2025

Mainichi Haiku in English: May 1, 2025

bursting buds ...

teaching my child about

the Tooth Fairy


--


Cezar Ciobika (Botosani, Romania)


Selected by Dhugal J. Lindsay


https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20250426/p2g/00m/0su/037000c 

vineri, 9 mai 2025

Haiku Poets of Northern California Contest, 2024

 Third Place

by the seashore 

echoes in the wind--

your whispers

from the depths

i feel them as a calling


Cristian Matei

Bucharest, Romania 

I love the emotional quality of this tanka. The seashore has always spoken to me. and the depths ever present. I love that here they are felt not just calling, but as "a calling"! This is more than an allure, It is an imperative. What must we do? And why. There is mystery here. The personal quality of the call is held in the tanka, where mystery so beautifully resides.


Honorable Mentions

the evening falls

over the linden in bloom--

the fragrance 

shaping your face

drawn from my memory

Cristian Matei

Bucharest, Romania  

Lyrical and evocative, the powerful fragrance  brings the poet to a creative ecstasy. The words "shape" and :"drawn" are  exquisitely used. The face is drawn out of the past in memory and perhaps, could even be a drawing (drawn) artwork itself.