Senryu Survey Results Back in August, I asked my international blog readers and members of the Haiku Society of America and Haiku Canada to respond to a question about senryu: What is one word that you think best describes senryu? Obviously, there are several words, but just select one. Try to be original and not use […]
Thank you very much, Charlotte to including my word in this list. Really interesting to read so many responses from so many poets from all over the world.
In un paese come la Scozia, nel quale storia e folklore si mescolano spesso, Halloween ha ancora oggi un significato molto importante e viene chiamato, in scozzese, Samhain (pronunciato più o meno ‘savuin’). Le sue origini sono da ricercare in un’antica festività pagana celtica che veniva celebrata tra il tramonto del 31 ottobre e quello dell’1 novembre in Scozia, Irlanda e Galles, e coincide secondo alcuni con il Capodanno Celtico. Questo periodo segnava la fine dell’estate e con essa la fine del raccolto e della metà più luminosa dell’anno, dando inizio a quella più oscura, l’inverno, che durava fino al mese di maggio, quando si celebrava nuovamente l’inizio dell’estate nel giorno di Beltane (o Beltain). Samhain e Beltane erano dunque le due feste più importanti per gli antiche celti e rappresentavano una transizione, un passaggio dal buio alla luce, dalla morte alla rinascita, racchiuse nel ripetersi del…
I recently asked one question of haikuists and senryuists worldwide. I contacted the newsletter editors of the Haiku Society of America and Haiku Canada to post a notice about the question; I posted the notice on my blog that has haiku and senryu followers from sixty-one countries; and the notice appeared on my Facebook and Twitter pages.
It’s not really a simple question:
“How does reading and writing haiku or senryu motivate you to live a purposeful life?”
I’d asked the respondents to be brief, writing a maximum of three sentences, and that they be specific using examples, rather than write in generalities.
The question yielded 57 responses (of which I ran 52). Some respondents had difficulty focusing on the question, and ultimately didn’t wish to revise their statements. Responses came from 16 countries. As expected, while there were many commonalities in the themes of responses, all poets had their…
Thank you very much to Amoolya Kamalnath for proposing this one, and Keith Evetts to publishing it. I am deeply greteful to Amoolya for having introduced my haiku, and Lakshmi Iyer, Joshua Gage, Radhamani Sarma, Rupa Anand, Matt Cariello, Amanda White for their amazing comments. Thank you Keith for your kind e mail and your consideration. Grazie mille! 😃 Please, check on the link below to reading all beautiful comments. https://thehaikufoundation.org/revirals-356/#comment-142936
How beautiful comments I received in re:virals 356, on the Haiku Foundation website about this haiku:
Please, check on the link below to reading all beautiful comments.
I am really grateful to Mr. Hidenori Hiruta to sharing ten poems of mine, translated into Japanese, in “World Haiku Series 2021 (77). There are four photos of mine too, and and my short biography. Please, check the link below: https://akitahaiku.com/2022/05/10/ * empty shells forgotten names on the shore (honorable mention, MHP Academy – Quickie Writing Challenge, June 2018)
か ら の 貝 忘 れ ら れ た 名 前 海岸 に *
fallen leaves the lost time of another life (first prize of World haiku review, Pune 1-3 February 2019)
落 ち 葉 別 の 人生 の 失 わ れ た 時間 * spicy tea the first smell of winter (Runner up, Blithe Spirit, 49.1 March, 2019)
.香 ば し い お 茶 冬 の 最初 の 匂 い
white butterflies thinking about everything I lost (third prize of the Eight Edition of The Haiku Contest Sharpening The green pencil, March 2019)
モ ン シ ロ チ ョ ウ 考 え て い る 私 が 失 っ た も の す べ て に つ い て * first day of spring this longing to be to butterfly (Cattails, Apr. 2020)
立春 こ の 憧 れ 蝶 に な る * castle ruins forget-me-nots among the old stones (Frogpond, 43.2, 2020)
城 跡 勿忘 草 古 い 石 の 間 * deafening silence the snow too falls without a sound (Third place, Shintai haiku category, World haiku review, Autumn 2020)
耳 が 聞 こ え な く な っ た よ う な 静寂 雪 も 降 る 音 を 立 て な い で * breezy morning the scent of laundry in the sun (Blithe Spirit, 31.3, October 2021)
さ わ や か な 朝 洗濯 物 の 香 り 日 向 に * evening stillness white butterflies in my dreams (13th Yamadera Basho contest, 2021)
夕 方 の 静 け さ モ ン シ ロ チ ョ ウ が 私 の 夢 の 中 に * vigil prayers a hummingbird disappears in the sunlight (Temple, anthology of The British Haiku Society, December 2021)
徹夜 の 祈 り .ハ チ ド リ が 消 え る 日光 の
Translated into Japanese by Hidenori Hiruta Photos presented by Ms. Eufemia Griffo
first love letter the flames in the fireplace still burn by Eufemia Griffo (Italy) Blithe Spirit, 28.2, 2018 harvest moon crows gather on an abandoned house by Eufemia Griffo (Italy) Seashores, No. 6, 2021 harvest moon the last sparkle of summer grass by Eufemia Griffo (Italy) Chrysanthemum, #26, 2019 […]
These are three haiku of mine published in the last issue of Seashores, an international journal to share the spirit of haiku, Vol. 6 April 2021, edited by Gilles Fabres. ❤️🙏
jar of spice the first sunbeam of the new year
icy spider webs the long way to the stars
harvest moon crows gather on an abandouned house
barattolo di spezie il primo raggio di sole del nuovo anno
ragnatele di ghiaccio la lunga strada per le stelle
luna del raccolto i corvi si radunano su una casa abbandonata
World Haiku Series 2020 (33) Haiku by Eufemia Griffo”
A big surprise !!! Ten poems of mine, with my short biography, were published in Akita International Haiku Network and translated into Japanese by Mr. Hidenori Hiruta. I’m really delighted and grateful for this.These are my ten poems:
plum blossoms remembering the scent of the last spring (Stardust, Issue 39, March 2020)
梅の花 香りを覚えている 去年の春の
winter solitude a snowflake falls then another (Blithe Spirit, 30.1, March 2020)
冬の孤独 雪片が落ちる それから、別の雪片
deserted town only the rustle of leaves carried by wind (Seashore, Volume 5, November 2020)
さびれた町 葉のざわめきだけ 風に運ばれる
river moon along the shore a tiny water lily (Hedgerow, #132, November 2020)
リバームーン 河岸沿いに ちっちゃい睡蓮
castle ruins forget-me-nots among the old stones (Frogpond, 43.2, spring/summer, 2020)
城跡 忘れな草 古い石の間に
nutmeg the pungent smell of the autumn woods (Cattails, October 2020)
ナツメグ 刺激臭 秋の森の
coriander basket the fresh green aroma of late summer (Chrysanthemum 28, fall issue, October 2020)
コリアンダーのバスケット 新緑の香り 晩夏の
already autumn I would like to be a leaf carried by the wind (Third place, Neo classical haiku, World Haiku Review, September 2020)
もう秋 葉っぱになりたい 風に運ばれたい
chorus of leaves the ancient song of the wind (Under the Basho, modern haiku section, August 2020)
葉の合唱 古代の歌 風の
Christmas carol a nightingale on the roof of a church (unpublished)
After a busy weekend dedicated to my new historical novel, I return in my beloved haiku world. I’m honored to share my haiku selected by Geethanjali Rajan for Cattails, Spring issue, in the haiku section. My special thanks to her and big congratulations everyone.
middle-aged woman telling to the moon about her dreams ~ folded handkerchief her old memories in a drawer ~ the mother’s face so many secrets in every wrinkle ~ solitude… she stands alone with her cellphone ~ dreamland… my small feet in her wedding shoes ~ Monna Lisa’s painting time flows through her eyes ~~~ donna di mezza età raccontando alla luna sui suoi sogni ~ fazzoletto ripiegato i suoi vecchi ricordi in un cassetto ~ il viso della madre tanti segreti in ogni ruga ~ solitudine… lei sta da sola con il suo cellulare ~ mondo dei sogni… i miei piccoli piedi nelle sue scarpe da sposa ~ Il dipinto di Monna Lisa il tempo scorre attraverso i suoi occhi
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