haiku - eine annäherung: 2016

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

I wish I had Rudolph

by my side

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just another December afternoon

just another
December afternoon

suddenly the sky

is in flames

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day end sky

attracts tomorrow's sunrise

limb lace

©magyar

driving home for Christmas

driving home for Christmas -

selbst der Weg

ist mir fremd

driving home for Christmas

even the way

seems foreign to me

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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

publication THE HAIKU FOUNDATION: Climate Change & intro to Turn of the Decade 2019

Photo: Commons Wikimedia
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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

between the swirling sparks

your blue eyes on me

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photo: wikimedia commons

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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

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

swans migration

swans migration -

who will lighten the darkness

when our dreams are gone

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fallen leaves

all these unsaid

words of love

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inner peace

milk clouds in my tea cup

no whence and whiter

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another sip
of this morning's sun
a full cup

©magyar

old people's home

all these searching eyes

in the smoky mirror

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summer's last smile

wait for me

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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

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

dawn comes earlier

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

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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

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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

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

published in Haiku book Desert Rain

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

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

under teetering daisies

under teetering daisies
a one winged butterfly -
miss you sis

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.this butterfly

with the blood of unity

family wings

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?

Ocean waves

ocean waves

year by year

I'll be less

published in Haiku book Desert Rain

la mer engloutit les mots

qui échappent au vent

les vagues brassent

©kris marty

path with wild flowers

wild flower path

the forgotten way home

wind gusts

wind gusts we're dancing together bamboo

poppies

poppies -

drunken by love

your lips

mohnblumen / von liebe betrunken / deine lippen

Children's Laughter

bamboo

louder and louder

the silence in me

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

sandstorm

sandstorm no more tears for you

rice wine

two dead flies

on an empty plate

skin contact

skin contact
and the woodruff soften

my soul

awakened

on this soft morning breeze

baby's breath

©magyar

seelenfrieden

seelenfrieden die tauperlen auf der alchemilla

inner peace pearls of dew on the alchemilla

sleeping crows

under the milky way

nightingale's echo

"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

further publication THE HAIKU FOUNDATION: EARTHRISE 2017
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with me?

Wisteria

the dripping of silence

into my heart

Blauregen
das Tropfen der Stille
in mein Herz