Oranges and Marzipan




oranges and marzipan
peeling myself 
out of memories 



Orangen und Marzipan -
ich schäle mich
aus meinen Erinnerungen





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December's darkness






December's darkness
I wish I had Rudolph
by my side





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just another December afternoon

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just another
December afternoon
suddenly the sky
is in flames


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day end sky 
attracts tomorrow's sunrise
limb lace


©magyar 


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driving home for Christmas






driving home for Christmas - 
selbst der Weg 
ist mir fremd


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driving home for Christmas
even the way 
seems foreign to me 





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Zen





Zen
watching the cats
while napping 



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Poles Melting





poles melting - 
where shall we go, when we've 
destroyed our blue planet 

beyond why would anyone 
want to have us



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breathe
within this sealed sphere
the vacuum




©magyar






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no snow in sight





no snow in sight
tell me heart
will it be still Christmas for you




kein Schnee in Sicht
sag mir Herz
wird es dennoch Weihnachten für dich






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bonfire

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bonfire
between the swirling sparks
your blue eyes on me 



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Frost auf Disteln







Frost auf Disteln
ein nettes Wort von dir
nur eines


frost on thistles
one kind word from you
only one






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am Adventskranz




on the Advent wreath
in each candle flame 
childhood pictures


am Adventskranz
in jeder Kerzenflamme
Kindheitsbilder



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cracking and whispering




cracking and whispering
mother speaks noiseless
with the flames


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remembered look
drew my eyes into this hearth
mother's smile


©magyar




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candle light





candle light
slowly, very slowly 
the angel begins to dance 



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November morning




November morning - unexpected 
the wind turns to the South 
is it my name you call?



Novembermorgen - unerwartet
dreht der Wind auf Süd
rufst du meinen Namen? 



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night frost





night frost - 
longer and longer
 my heart needs
for thawing 




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night frost
graces this soldier statue
knight frost



©magyar





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swans migration





swans migration -
who will lighten the darkness
when our dreams are gone 




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fallen leaves





fallen leaves
all these unsaid 
words of love 



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inner peace





inner peace
milk clouds in my tea cup
no whence, no whereto


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another sip
of this morning's sun
a full cup



©magyar



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old people's home





old people's home
all these searching eyes
in the smoky mirror





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Morgennebel





morning mist
at the edge of my glasses
a little crack 



morgennebel
am rand meiner brille
ein kleiner riss





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summer's last smile







summer's last smile
wait for me




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first night frost






first night frost
under your fingertips all
these lost memories







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tarte au chocolat





tarte au chocolat -
thinking about
the inner peace



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Autumn Garden





autumn garden
about the farewell of colors
a fog poem



herbstgarten
über dem abschied der farben
ein nebelgedicht




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another autumn





another autumn
around my searching soul
the fragile time



ein weiterer herbst 
um meine suchende seele
die brüchige zeit 



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mountain side
as tree limbs blush
times path 



©magyar






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dawn comes earlier




 

dawn comes earlier
in the crackling of an open fire
grandmothers fairytale voice



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late summer






late summer
just discovered first spiderwebs
around my heart




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Monday Morning






Monday morning
somewhere between skyscrapers
my longing flies away 






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Arrival





Arrival - 
on the baggage carousel
a Teddy, lonely 




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southwest monsoon






southwest monsoon
the everyday pling-plong
at the frog pond 





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whispering leaves






whispering leaves
missing your fingers
in my hair



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the fallen
dry leaves call out names
sunset breeze



©magyar






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daydream





daydream
white sails and
no distance between us



Tagtraum
weiße Segel und
keine Entfernung zwischen uns







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moon glow





moon glow
the track of your fingers
on my night skin
have we forgotten
the white stones




or the haiku version


moon glow
the track of your fingers
on my night skin



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as you are count my freckles
one shoulder to the other



©magyar






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yesterday's poems






yesterday's poems
can you hear me
paper dust





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July clouds







July clouds - slowly,
very slowly a dragon flies
from right to left




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dragon trails
storm this thunderous sky
lightning breath





©magyar






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under teetering daisies






under teetering daisies
a one winged butterfly -
missing you sis





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.this butterfly
with the blood of unity 
family wings




©magyar







le soleil blanchit ses ailes
marguerite se fait belle
en silence passe l'été



©patrick lucas




so weit das Auge reicht





so weit das Auge reicht
glühender Mohn
welche Farbe hat Frieden?



as far as the eyes reach
glowing poppies
what is the color of peace? 






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Ocean waves




ocean waves
year by year 
I'll be less 




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la mer engloutit les mots
qui échappent au vent
les vagues brassent



©kris marty




between our rainy summer days






between our rainy summer days one or two cups of noodles





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path with wild flowers






wild flower path 
the forgotten way home



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wind gusts








wind gusts we're dancing together bamboo



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poppies




poppies -
drunken by love
your lips





mohnblumen / von liebe betrunken / deine lippen





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Children's Laughter







children's laughter
dabbles in the waterfall
afternoon green





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bamboo







bamboo
louder and louder
the silence in me






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3 - 1 sea and sun







sunrise
I share the sea with the sun
nobody else




swimming
the sun and me



the whole sea
for us two
the sun and I







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sandstorm






sandstorm no more tears for you




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rice wine

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rice wine
two dead flies
on an empty plate







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skin contact






skin contact
and the woodruff soften
my soul



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awakened
on this soft morning breeze
baby's breath 


©magyar





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seelenfrieden






seelenfrieden die tauperlen auf der alchemilla


inner peace pearls of dew on the alchemilla





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.perles de pluie sur
un feuillage printanier
le ciel fond




©patrick lucas





sleeping crows





sleeping crows
under the milky way
nightingale's echo


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"I enjoy the subtlety and epicness of this one. The crows are sleeping, and their various calls cannot be heard any longer, but the nightingale's echo (not song, but echo of it, which is important to note) still resounds. The nightingale exhibits many sounds while singing, like whistles, trills, and gurgles. And this echo of its song is underneath the expanse of the milky way.

Firstly, as a reader, I can say it is simply an exquisite image. But beyond that, we have a continuation of sound in the nightingale--and at night, when dangerous things are supposed to happen. The nightingale's song is loud and immensely beautiful, and is a common subject for poetry because of its enamoring song.

Why is it important that it is an echo of the song rather than the song itself? I think because when we look up at the milky way, its distance is clear, but its beauty is still mesmerizing. The same could be said about the echo of a nightingale's song.

The nightingale as a kigo or seasonal reference is for all seasons. Comparing that reference with the seeming eternity of the Milky Way is poignant.

The colors are also important to mention. The milky way could be said to be white and the crows are black. Though we would associate the night with darkness, the bright milky way and the bright song of the nightingale fill it with a brilliant atmosphere. Readers might ask the question, "Is night really night?" And for that matter, "Is anything really as it is?"

I think Isabella used the "o" sound effectively with the ends of line 1 and line 3 being "crows" and "echo." Also notice the use of "l" with "sleeping" "milky" and "nightingale" which makes the haiku more musical.

A succinct but grand haiku by +Isabella Kramer."


by Nicholas Klacsanzky





Painting: Woodblock print by Ohara Koson (1887-1945) of a crow and blossom - created ca. 1910 



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bright beeches hall










bright beeches hall
the scent of woodruff
you for ever and ever 




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