haikusun zine
issue 2, 2003
sweet yellow faces
adoring warm sunlight
soon to burst with joy!
(Cover art and poem, Dandelions , by Rhiannon/ Wiseheron)
Spring seems to be in the hearts and minds of many of our poets/artists this quarter. While we aren't all experiencing the rebirth of Spring, nature and the changing seasons are the lifeblood of haiku and its associated Asian forms. Certainly, all poetry benefits from Mother Nature's glorious display.
The muses inspire us in the form of returning geese, bursting buds and the rush of snow melt waters...as well as in the turning leaves, Northerly winds and falling flakes of snow. Haikusun will continue to evolve with the changing seasons as do our artists and readers. We hope you'll enjoy the new issue and let the content inspire you!
--Erin Harte, Editor, Haikusun Zine
delicate flowers
rich green ferns, sun, earth
beautiful magic
faithful old Seymour
beloved companion
my summer of youth
*dedicated to Seymour, best protector on the hill*
dancing in spring wind
bright colors on a thin string
kite season again
A
tiny pots of soil
containing new life within
plants stretch for the sun
Rhiannon/ WiseHeron has recently left the security of a city she lived in for 35 years to live a grand adventure in the Adirondack mountains. The two environments couldn't be more diverse. She is inspired by her muses to write, make pottery, crochet intricate textile arts, and is considering learning watercolor painting.
Jeannie Thompson
Summer Dreams
( Acrylic on canvas)
scent laden daybreaks
replace bleak winter dullness
and move me to tears
and sneezes and wheezing too
my tissue box is empty
rude rock bejewel'd
elemental adornment
the Old Mill in Spring
Jeannie Thompson is a web developer, graphic artist and college student. She's also the proud mommy of one three year-old boy. You can visit her at jeannieblinks.com.
Robert D. Wilson
sun,
i've waited all winter
for your return
O
the more
you caress me, sun,
the greater my purr
P
on the leaf,
tree---
a serving of sun
O
moonlit night---
frog sees himself
in Buddha’s smile
P
painting shadows
on rice paddies---
the heron
O
raccoon
where do you go when
the moon hides its face?
P
dying earth---
every day there is
less of you
Robert D. Wilson is Director of a rural community day school serving troubled students. He is also a columnist for Video Librarian Magazine as well as a published poet, artist, and photographer. He has a second home in the Philippines. His father first introduced him to haiku. He has an e-book of haiku and haibun about the Vietnam War that can be purchased at www.vietnamruminations.com.
Elizabeth Holli Wood
In a lover's song
I will beckon out to you
You will hear me then.
l
Letter to a friend
Apologies and sadness
Will never be mailed.
l
Click, click, clicking of
A rusty old typewriter-
Not a real poet.
l
Wind whispers Mary
The sailors all say Brandy
Who will say my name?
Elizabeth Holli Wood is from Tampa, Florida. Her interests include music, writing, reading, drawing, gardening, singing, musicals, photography, lomography, and comic books. She spend most of her time listening to Bright Eyes, taking snap shots on her HOLGA camera, and partaking in the "feel good revolution."
John L. Vogel
Tonight's welcome chill,
soon the day's heat is taken
along with my cares.
o
Light is different
at dusk the rules are changing,
Blue falls to orange.
o
No head tops my hip
four children, a muddled line,
as mother guides them.
John L. Vogel is a professional librarian in Washington DC. In the past three years, he's managed to somehow get himself sent to Switzerland, India, and Colorado, all in the line of duty. He has perfected the art of disciplinary haiku with the help of his daughter. jlvogel@comcast.net
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