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In the comments section I also give a detailed commentary on this haiku. Enjoy!

Haiku Commentary

duskfall…
the moon bumps
into a paperboat

Alan Summers (UK)
(Published previously in The Heron’s Nest vol. XXI no. 4, 2019)

It’s difficult sometimes to summarize a whole story into the shortest possible amount of words, but when someone does it, it becomes a masterpiece. This haiku is one of those masterpieces that shows why haiku is considered as one of the finest forms of creative writing.

‘Duskfall’ with an ellipsis gives the imagery of a silent yet sad evening where there are no activities. The word itself shows the ending of life when dusk has fallen and is followed by darkness. But, the ending of life can also mean a new beginning that is deeper in nature. It looks like the locus of control is shifting from the outer world to the inner one where subtle aspects of nature get active and replace worldly life.

In this haiku…

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Three ‘haikai’ single line verses. Please do enjoy them all, and how the lemon-scented verse can be re-interpretated through different variations of phrasing.

Alan Summers

weird laburnum

lemon-scented hospital beds how they hold our hands as blackbirds

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in silence stones in an arc of dawn to dusk

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too late the politician’s conscience

Alan Summers

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Death is an arc, which comes in many ways, but ultimately only one way.

Alan

Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog

mother’s sepsis . . .
I help the undertakers
wrap her away
 
by AlanSummers (UK)
Human/Kind Journal of Topical & Contemporary Japanese Short-forms
& Art, Issue 1.1, January 2019

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Grief can hit us at unexpected moments with unexpected results. I had to write this tiny thing of a poem called a haiku, to encapsulate those few seconds of intimate privacy to say a last and very private goodbye.

Alan

Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog

the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
by AlanSummers (UK)
Azami, #28, Japan, 1995

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Yes, the haiku or using haiku to develop short funny phrases, are by me, and the artwork and those photographs are by Charlie Graham-May.
It features my 1999 haiku:

down side streets–
gulls turning the sky
in and out

Alan Summers
Award Credit: Presence journal, Editor’s Choice 5

Publication credits: Presence 10 (1999)
Feature: seagull haiku blog collection ed. laryalee fraser (2006)
Anthology credits: The New Haiku (Snapshot Press, 2002); The Disjunctive Dragonfly, a New Approach to English-Language Haiku ed. Richard Gilbert (Red Moon Press 2012); Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years ed. Jim Kacian, Allan Burns & Philip Rowland foreword by Billy Collins (W. W. Norton & Company 2013); Journeys 2015, An Anthology of International Haibun ed. Dr. Angelee Deodhar

Street Sign/Visual Art Commission: Chippenham Fringe Festival (February 2020).

The book of the whole affair! 🙂

Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond

I learned about this from Bill Waters: Back in February B.C.V (before corona virus), Chippenham, U.K., had its very first Fringe Fest: three days of music, performance, dance, comedy, art, crafts, photography … and public poetry!
Dotting the town were a number of clever “street signs” — a collaboration between poet Alan Summers and artist Charlie Graham-May — guaranteed to make passersby look twice!

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It wasn’t until things got stranger, with this pandemic, that many of us realised how strange, and how unfair, things were BEFORE the virus crisis. Here’s a sequence of haiku poems that culminated within me after a first walk outside my home in many days.

Alan Summers

weird laburnum

different windows
the movement of the sun
around confinement

house arrest
the plague runner
enters our breath

friendly cat
its owners become
the front line

street applause
we recognise our heroes
are nurses under fire

birthday cards
in their protective casing
the evening shudders

blinkered sun
two metres translated
in wrong numbers

nightzoning
streetlights pick out
the sputum

Easter Quarantine
the daylight sparkles across
yet another nail

Easter Sunday
I fill another hollow
with antiseptic

Easter Internment
moonlight carries a warning
across my backyard

new day rising—
I spread the butter
and talk to my egg

Alan Summers

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I felt that if didn’t work together, despite government wishes of making us a divisive race of people, that things might not get this bad, ever, again…

Alan Summers

weird laburnum

  1. love
  2. food
  3. hope

  1. the covid number
  2. sky for rent

I’ve built a mythical barn to gather all of us still left alive. The glittering of its bonfire makes me think of difficult acronyms for home.

HOME: History Of Middle-Earth
HOME: Homeowner Obligation Made Explicit
HOME: Homeworkers Organized for More Employment
HOME: Hourly Ownership of Models for Earth’s (Destruction)

Warmth is fleeting, due to the many gaps in the memories of before.

it’s a spider night
we huddle under stars
surveilling us

Alan Summers 

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As I continue to enjoy both ‘traditional’ approaches to haiku and its related genres, I also love to complement them with other approaches. Enjoy!

Humour is vital in haiku and haibun, however it maybe played or underplayed.

Alan

weird laburnum

blurred and sharp
its lack of shadow
or surface
is both tactile
and alien

that’s how I love
an off-world marriage
neo-phase datum

“terran du jour”
you say…
adding:
“au rapport du jour”

the octopads
change dna to match mine
different climates

who said three bears
couldn’t find each other
Goldilocks planet

Alan Summers

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I thought for the reader I might make some notes, partly for fun, partly to show that one or two styles of haikai poetry from me are different branches to my other approaches.

A Trio of Notes
Cosmic Space is any topological space that is a continuous image of some separable metric space. Equivalently (for regular T1 spaces but not in general), a space is cosmic if and only if it has a countable network; namely a countable collection of subsets of the space such that any open set is the union of a subcollection of these sets. WIKIPEDIA

Discrete Space:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discrete_space

I decided on ‘snow is a tree’ rather than ‘snow in a tree’ or ‘snow on a tree’ or a pedantic ‘snow is in a tree’ because they can appear to me as “a tree of snow” during particularly thick white Winters.

Alan

weird laburnum

we are as if a library
of cold fingers
where each T1 space
is a neighbour

as are your unsolved problems
when we become invisible

but as if the walls
are Jericho

snow is a tree…
a single bird is lonely
only if it rhymes

Alan Summers

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There are so many types of snow, and this crow makes the most of it!

If you like crows, check out:

The Comfort of Crows
by Hifsa Ashraf & Alan Summers
https://www.velvetduskpublishing.com

Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog

powder keg snow
travelling into dusk
with this crow
by AlanSummers(UK)
Blithe Spirit, Vol. 29, No. 4, November 2019

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