It does something to me, gets the energy going, just to see the sun on the houseplants, on the deck. That’s one beauty of haiku and tanka; they’re short and there’s no pressure to publish. This morning, waking as the sun hit the crystal hanging in the window:
morning sun through
the hanging crystal
wedding gift from a friend
I haven’t seen
enough of lately
My friend Sanford Goldstein, the father of modern tanka, lives in Japan, and sits once a week in a local cafe, ‘spilling’ tanka, at least 25 a week. He lost over three thousand tanka he’d written when he was on his last trip to the US to visit his family, left them in a coffee shop. Those coffee shops – some giveth, some taketh away. I hope whoever found the notebook loves poetry, for he’s a fine writer.
A note about the photo in the ynklings heading; a ‘slice’ across a photo of my haiku for the 35th anniversary Haiku Canada Holographic Anthology; Haiku Canada publishes a set every five years; I have sets from other years and they are a delight. Sure you commit to hand-writing over a hundred of your haiku, and designing them if you wish – my haiku was about plum blossoms falling into ‘pink’ so I used a set of letter stamps to plunk the word ‘pink’ in pink at the bottom of the strung-out poem. Fun to do. Others are very careful about their materials. For instance Pearl has facebooked/blogged her style of writing her haiku with a real pen in black ink on fine paper. Gorgeous. The fun is getting your set of haiku, each individualized by the poet, and signed. Treasures. Here one from a set made ten years ago: It’s by Betty Warrington-Kearsley of Ottawa.
and another from Marco Fraticelli of Montreal, one of the editors of the collection: (with Philomene Kocher)