Haiku

101 haiku

abandoned doll

covered in autumn leaves –

such blue eyes

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autumn winds –

brushing white butterflies

in watercolors

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leafless poplars

an old man climbs

the shadows

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a withered birch

stretches its branches –

prams roll around

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dry leaves on fire –

the last autumn rose

won’t open

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hollow gutters –

the squirrel gathers

willow acorns

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fourth floor window –

I gently blow out

a yellow ladybug

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fuming leaves

I add more cinnamon

to my hot wine

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slowly raining –

I pick a dead butterfly

from the night lamp

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autumn acacia –

a soft whistle

under my window

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autumn chill –

the flamenco dancer

rolls up her dress

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silence at noon –

butterfly wings

clasped on clover

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first snow –

the child steps outside

in velvet slippers

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old fence –

snowdrops spring out

from a boot’s footprint

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bitter cold –

the child dips his fingers

in icy marmalade

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snow drift –

grandmother’s shawl

around my waist

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a little girl kneels –

first snowdrops

raise their heads

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butterfly stamps

under magnifying glass –

slowly snowing

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school auditorium –

a baby swallow

fights his way out

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slow sunset –

the child’s swing rises

above the Evening Star

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bridal wreath shrub –

a little girl wears

her mother’s beads

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fingerless gloves

the taste

of the first snowflake

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a charcoal sun

drawn below the windows

frost flowers

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dirty blackboard –

the lonesome child counts

imaginary friends

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a barefoot child

running downhill –

first summer storm

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broken glasses –

a yellow tinged book

opened in the grass

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autumn drizzle –

the old lady bent with age

passes by my window

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spring fever …

grandmother taps

on the barometer

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Christmas alone –

the old man wears his shoes

with new laces

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old radio blues –

the pepper grinder

turns slowly

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grandma stopped knitting –

my house bereft of lilac

for always

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dinner alone –

minuet dancers

on the green teapot

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bindweed in the wind

some old letters

on the dusty table

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the old maid –

a gold heart hangs

on her necklace

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life line –

rusty leaves

squeezed in my hand

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blue irises –

grandma walks along

without her cane

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laundry basin –

an elder tree flower

on grandma’s hand

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lightning through fog –

a snail’s trace

on the ruined wall

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tallow candles

in the fisherman’s hut –

heavy fog

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scraps of clouds –

the old woman is bluing

her bed sheets

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summer clouds race –

a second class passenger

draws the curtains

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a swallow’s cry

at the front gate –

misty sunrise

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waves at sunset –

motionless windmills

on a cloudy day

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winter clouds –

a painted teardrop

on the clown’s face

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morning fog –

I’m grateful to move on

in a changing world

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narrow streets –

strolling right and left

fog ringed sun

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twilight fog –

I can hear the silence

on bell’s tongue

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thick fog –

the old man hardly lights

a moist match

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plum blossoms –

a bee sneaks under

my white blouse

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canary trill –

sparrows bathe in dust

under the windows

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January sun –

the homeless’ dog

wraps around a blanket

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full moon –

on the white sugar bowl

a night butterfly

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nettle flowers –

too many butterflies

near the cobweb

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Opera square –

the boxwood hedge

filled with sparrows

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deserted stable –

swallow nest crumbs

fill the cobweb

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ice needles –

a warmed up fly

pops in the window

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frosty night –

a black kitten

yawning

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abandoned plow –

a red ant climbs

on the handle

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fresh morning air –

woken up by the same fly

I chased yesterday

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rain in the shed –

on the bicycle saddle

a hungry mouse

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mountain’s roots –

the earthworms dig

tunnels

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empty station –

two dragonflies pause

on the well’s edge

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stuck window –

I remove the wasp hive

from the blinds

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carefree thieves –

the scarecrow dances

on one foot

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shortest day –

I light up my only

scented candle

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grandmother’s room –

a scent of quince

over the china

 

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lilac in bloom –

the bride looks aside

veil on her eyes

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corn cobs

a tooth-gaped rake

in the old man’s hand

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painful memories –

another knot

on my sewing thread

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cracked ground –

an old handkerchief

in the widow’s fist

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first date illusion –

his eyes color

seemed so blue

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street guitar –

I skip one step

on subway stairs

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another year ends –

rusty wind chimes

at my door

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baroque hospice –

colored plaster figurines

hanging on the bars

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in her rose bouquet

the bride hides

a fresh sweet basil

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maid of honor –

she envies the spangle

in the bride’s hair

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a paper heart

pinned on the last page –

Romeo and Juliet

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drought in the fields –

a wreath of wheat

near the crucifix

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turning over head

an umbrella with holes –

foolish love

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fresh tar –

two lovers

at their last date

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silence …

a child afraid to step

over the snow

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gloomy alley –

crushing chestnut flowers

under my wheelchair

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empty cell –

a white lace covers

the windowsill

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winding road –

wherever I turn my eyes

wild crocuses

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silent sunset –

a stairway of light

around the steeple

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twilight –

dandelion seeds

on the snail’s shell

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one way ticket

for the morning train –

crickets echoes

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frosty night –

the moon hides

in a willow’s hollow

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snowbound grave –

a rose hip branch

clings to the cross

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cemetery fir –

a broken angel’s wing

underneath

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summer sunset –

once I used to pick

cornflowers

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railway bridge –

mulberry scent

on the way home

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attic window

leaning towards light

a small cactus

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lost in the city –

golden wax cherries

in the bus station

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nebula spectrum –

a young apricot tree

blooms over night

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I wish the night

had never come –

ripe sunflower

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New Year’s Eve –

a passer-by between

two streamlines

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calmness …

waves roll over

the headless stones

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peaceful day –

the left half of the moon

neighboring the sun

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lighthouse –

someone has to climb

the stairs

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spring thaw –

I lost my right glove

on subway stairs

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15 Comments

15 thoughts on “Haiku

  1. sandy

    These are so very beautiful!

  2. aloha Cristina, I like the way you haiku. a beautiful collection here. I believe Haiga image makers were asked to create an image to go with your velvet slipper haiku for Multiverses.. I had fun creating to it. it is good to read more of your work. I look forward to reading what you write today and hope you will post some of this work on your blog too. aloha Rick.

    • Thanks Rick. I write haiku since 2010 and I began to create my own haiga only recently, a few months ago. I tried to make a haiga for my velvet slippers haiku, but I honestly think that that haiga has some disadvantages. Lately I took a break and I translated my old and new poems (2007-2011) into English and in a few days I made this blog. I am happy you liked some of my posts and I hope to read some of yours in the future.

  3. aloha Cristina. I find that I enjoy creating – with words and with image. I’ve also found a good way for me to improve is to keep doing and trying what appeals to me. I hope you keep adding to your blog. it takes a while for many new bloggers to find the way that they like to blog. the nice thing that I see is that a blog belongs to the blogger – which means we get to do it our own way. I like that. my blog evolves as I evolve – and sometimes it jumps in different directions – that too is fun for me. …I also find blogging opens many doors and I learn a lot exploring blogs that others create too. I look forward to more of your work – and your images with your haiku in Haiga. aloha.

    • I agree with you Rick. Maybe I will learn more in the future from my blogging experience and I will continue changing or rearranging my works here or on another blog, for example for haiku and haiga .

      • aloha Cristina – yes, i know you will find great ways to use your blog(s). some people have several (or more) blogs. some use one for everything. it’s always your choice tho.

        i can see that you’ve used this blog at this time as a way to document your past work (in translation). so i can also see why you might want another haiga and/or haiku blog if you intend to post new work or works in progress. or even just story about what you are doing. it’s a good way to explore your own thinking too (imo).

        if i can help or you have a question about WP, let me know. if i can help i will. it’s cool to meet you. …another thing i like about blogging is that it connects people around the planet. i like that. aloha.

      • Thank you very much, Rick. I will let you know if I I will have questions about WP. Right now I have to do some other work and I must take a short break from blogging.

      • I changed my mind for the moment and I started a new blog on wordpress for haiku and relatives.

        http://cristinamonicamoldoveanu1.wordpress.com/

  4. I really like some of these–the one about the doll covered with leaves takes my breath away. Such cool images!

  5. Cristina – I love your haiku. I’ve come back many times to read them!

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