sâmbătă, 21 martie 2020

The Third Edition of Santoka International Haiku Contest “Loneliness”

2nd place
Vasile Moldovan


just an old man
in the empty house
alone as God

samo starac
u praznoj kući
sam kao bog

空の家
ひとり老人
神様か

duminică, 15 martie 2020

Results of 31st Indian Kukai ( KITE)



5th place

# 21

flying kite - the highs and lows of my mood

Ana Drobot Bucharest, Romania
(3,2,4)=19 points

#19

after rain – on the blue sky a rainbow kite


Capotă Daniela Lăcrămioara Galaţi,Romania

(1,4,0)=9 points

#43

underground bunker a little boy hugs tightly his tattered kite

Cezar Florescu
Romania
(0,3,0) = 6 points


#26

far above the clouds... my wishes tied to a line


Rodica Stefan Bucharest, Romania

(2,0,1)=5 points

#62

spring fever dusting my son's dragon kite

Cristina Apetrei Saveni, Romania

(2,0,1)=5 points


#41

above a skyscraper
zigzag between antennas
the tail of a kite

Vasile Moldovan
Bucharest, Romania
( 0,0,1) =3 points


#55

some dots in the sky - children conquering the world with paper and twine


Mihail BURAGA Bucharest - ROMANIA

(1,1,0)= 3 points

paradoxical greek antiquity - the Trojan King saved by kite

Postelnicu Bucharest, Romania

#40

summer noon - a kite fluttered out of the flower

Florin Golban, Bucuresti, Romania


duminică, 8 martie 2020

sâmbătă, 7 martie 2020

Prune Juice : Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun, & Haiga



Haikuniverse- a daily haiku or micro-poem




cold morning -
choosing a warm color
to sketch the sun

Oana Boazu




ASAHI HAIKUIST NETWORK

by David McMurray
March 6, 2020 at 07:00 JST

red camellia
in his boutonniere--
dreamy glances

Rodica Ștefan


countryside journey …
at the end of every lane
the moon in bloom
Steliana Voicu

Failed Haiku nr 51


the bookshelf
between so many titles
a hesitant fly

a hole in the fence
the hunting dog wants to pas
but does not fit

Vasile Moldovan


excavators
in front of their home
immovable old men

Lavana Kray


not a single breeze -
so many open windows
on my laptop

play store...
I search for an app
to turn back time

her old pair of earrings -
behind her a sky
full of stars

cutting words -
I only spot
half of the moon

Ana Drobot


Yesenin's death—
I give birth to
a stillborn poem

Réka Nyitrai