Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rain. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Dog day haiku

1/
a narrow escape
from my alter ego--
culmination

2/
dog day
his solar panel harvesting
withered leaves

3/
midday drizzle
perfect distraction
for his diagnosis

4/
high noon--
the ice cream guy
gets one for himself

5/
the kiss
i never steal--
first rain


Wedomartani, October 23, 2018

Sunday, January 19, 2014

What's left tanka

what's left
by the rain today
this chill
i feel on my skin
you on yours

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Loveboat haiku and tanka

1/
he decided to paddle
his loveboat to distant shore
and his vow
was about returning to grow
trees for nesting birds

2/
cornerview
birdbath
birdless

3/
gecko's voice--
secretly counting
her fingers

4/
wingbeat of bats
and so falls the night
dressed in black

5/
love, like life
will find a way
don't ask
why i cover my face
with layers of rain

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The chill

the chill comes home summer rain

Monday, July 8, 2013

Long lasting rain haiku

long lasting rain
discerning the shiver
in her voice

awet hujan
getar yang tertangkap
pada suaranya

Friday, March 1, 2013

Sickle moon tan renga

red mark
on her coffee cup
deepening silence

nothing we talked about
but the sickle moon

in the round
ascending tones of
angelic voices

bamboo leaves shake
and bend the sunlight

a sudden gust of wind
brings the rain to land
a kiss of longing

in the shiver on my hand
the shake of our hands

running and laughing
kiddies play hide and seek
amber evening

I am the clouds
chasing sunset

::

Damian Alma
Wahyu W. Basjir

First published in A Hundred Gourds 2:2 March 2013
http://ahundredgourds.com/ahg22/renku03.html

Monday, December 3, 2012

Midday drizzle haiku and tanka

1/
whirlwind
cut hay takes
another turn

2/
a silent flight of
yesterday grasses in
midday drizzle

3/
there's always an end
of seasons, love and life
the trees, you and I
calling for the rain to revive
the spirit of dead leaves

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The birds and the tree tanka

1/
too much argument
to win about loyalty
and love? what love?
ah, look! the pine we planted
welcoming the birds to nest

2/
how long the drought
will it be in our marriage?
before the first rain
we know the baby birds
flying off the bare tree

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Tanka tepian hujan

: Chandra Prijosusilo

1/
di luar jendela
dedaunan menangkup
bening embun
dari hujan sesiangan
senyap merayap-rayap

2/
bulan menyabit
di pucuk rumpun bambu
sepanjang malam
hanya siulan angin
menggema di tiap ruang

Monday, September 24, 2012

Longing for rain, haibun

It's always the rain. After months of drought, it's always the rain I can't hardly wait to listen to the pitter-patter it makes on the roofing. It's always the rain to bring the stream back to the ditch under the platform where my workstation situated. It's always the rain that calls the minnows and catfish back to the pond in the backyard. It's always the rain that revives my memories of you.

swaying at window
the shadow of a leafless tree
of a long gone girl

Monday, January 30, 2012

Night rain

between
me and freezing rain
dad's old sarong

Monday, December 5, 2011

Torrential rain haiku

torrential rain
once I wish it were
snowflakes

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Color of leaves haiku

rainwashed away
it's your face, oh no...
the color of leaves

terbilas hujan
wajahmu, bukan...
warna dedaunan

Dream rain haiku

so colorful
my dream about rain
like i see it

sungguh berwarna
mimpiku tentang hujan

seperti kulihat

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Letter unread haiku

now it's raining
the letter you wrote last night
remains unread

malahan hujan
suratmu yang semalam
belum kubaca

Monday, May 9, 2011

Nightmare and the rain haiku

exactly in between
my nightmare and the rain
a door open

tepat di antara
hujan dan mimpi burukku
pintu terbuka

Thursday, January 27, 2011

A table for two tanka

less talk
at a table for two
we are too busy with foods
or is it the rain falling
within our minds?

After an online discussion with my fellow tanka poets, the altered version goes..

a table for two
we talk less for
these good foods
or is it the rain falling
within our minds?

Indonesian translation needed. Somebody help me!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Grey poem haiku

rain of ashes
a poem reads
all grey

hujan abu
sebuah puisi
berwarna kelabu

New coat haiku

rain of ashes
a wild cat
got new coat

hujan abu
seekor kucing liar
berganti bulu