kite

kite shop -
entering with every customer
the summer breeze
--Bouwe Brouwer, The Netherlands

What could be more delightful than, a kite in the wind? Held high out our reach, our only connection a fragile string, which the mighty wind in one moody swing could dramatize who's in control and whose not. The bigness and smallness of this scene wrapped in a tag of experience.

Bouwe does not wait for the outdoor experience, but on the instinct of the haiku magician; he conjours this scene of kite haven, bringing in the star of the show 'summer breeze'. A preview, a trialer to the life of this yet un-bought side star, the kite.

I like the play of time in this haiku, the projection of the future with the image of the present wind. There were no comments with the votes for this haiku, which emerged first this time around, yet clearly chosen as the 'highest flyer'.


Well done! Bouwe
--gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator




The Kigo was kite

stormy weather

stormy weather
a homeless man clutches
his bottle of wine
--Bouwe Brouwer, The Netherlands

When i read Bouwe's haiku, i sighed; not out of despair, but of ennui, since life is not always kind; and very often, all that is left is the solace of impermanence; just like the homeless man, whom Bouwe sees, who is invisible to many; maybe even the Fates one might philosophically argue.

“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
― Robert Frost

Despair resonates in Bouwe's haiku, like a grey shadowy hand in an impressionist canvas. His use of the kigo given is dramatic and bold. There is no bright maybe in between. At the mercy of the the elements this is exactly what each one of us do. We grasp, we cling, we clutch whatever proves to be for us, salvation.
In a shadowy canvas Bouwe's throws so much light on humanity's frailness. There in quite a tale well told.
He omits the kireji offering a Line Two that pivots and allows for dimension in his haiku

Well Done Bouwe
gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/co ordinator

The kigo for this kukai was stormy weather

Christmas tree

Christmas tree -
every year a little higher
her paper angel
--Bouwe Brouwer, The Netherlands

Tradition, continuance, growth, seasons, changes, all these dynamic elements; are constrained here in Bouwe's haiku; as he shares with us the story of a growing child within a culture of Christmas. The simple icon of delight and happiness, the Christmas tree, resonates for us innocence, this delight. What does every child care about most at Christmas time? receiving presents; translated in the language of innocence, this means love. Juxtaposed on another level the gift of His Son to the world brings us joy; the very reason for the celebration; the receipt of a gift by the world; a child, who will mature in our hearts, as Saviour and Reedemer as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, to rejoice in the heavens with all the angels and present us with the hope of eternal life.

Thank you Bouwe for the CKK year end 2011 - haiku of Joy; well done

--gillena cox
Founder/coordinator; Caribbean Kigo Kukai



The kigo was Christmas tree