spring morning —
the breeze
in her one curl of hair
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Stanford M. Forrester
Stanford M. Forrester is a past president of the Haiku Society of America as well as the editor of bottle rockets: a collection of short verse, which boasts its 14th year in print. Stanford has had poems published in many journals and anthologies worldwide. He perhaps is most proud of his haiku being included in Haiku edited by Peter Washington in the Everyman's Pocket Poetry Series published by Knopf and American Zen: A Gathering of Poets published by Bottomdog Press. In 2004 he took first seat in the 57th Annual Basho Anthology Contest in Ueno, Japan and in 2012, one of his haiku won second place in the International Robert Frost Poetry & Haiku contest. View all posts by Stanford M. Forrester
strolling down broadway
keeping rhythm with her heart–
her gibson girl hat
the fortune teller
deciphering the thin line
to get to his future
early spring–
sparrow peeks through chain-link fence
private eye
birthday girl celebrating!
… she got
her most desired gift
Lake’s mirror –
the girl with her dishevelled hair
and a weeping willow
Very nice Stanford. Five inches of snow in
Detroit today though, thus…
winter wind
the infant curled
in the curls of her hair
nor-easter snow storm
blasting old cape cod–
spring three days away
Mother’s auburn curl-
Once more held wihin my hand
Time to let it go.
Ahhhh yes, very nice. Superbly executed Stanford — this haiku conjures a multitude of possibilitities,
chiyo
Again the women
come to the fields
with unkempt hair
–
newborn
spring breeze ~
breath taken away
by bob
–
soy Celia,
vine del frío,
y la vida me ha llevado a las tierras del sol
¿Te acuerdas de mí, Stan?
BC 1990-92
enjoyed the beautiful warm image of this one; it stayed with me after i first saw it in my email
so i came back to read it again.
_____ hello Stanford. This WOULD BE MUCH BETTER
FOR ME, IF YOU REPLACED “BREEZE” WITH
“MOTION OF”. SPRING MORNING ALREADY TELLS US THERE IS A BREEZE.
IN ANY CASE I LIKED THE IMAGERY.
______ this is from W.E.G.
summer evening —
towards the stars
my sigh
–
stan, wanted to say happy thanksgiving & i can’t
email from work.
thanksgiving alone
i order two
with anchovies
thoughts of spring —
coolness of night
against bare feet
–