tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28248086314857006722024-02-12T06:35:25.405-08:00KudosKudos; bringing to the forefront, one haiku, chosen from a number of poems, acclaimed to be the favourite of many in a group of writers pooled together, to capsule cognizance in a selected theme, of universal significance, emitting from a Caribbean essence
(poems remain copyright of the individual writers mentioned)Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-87782247956911908552023-06-17T00:19:00.001-07:002023-06-17T00:19:15.010-07:00penitent<p> ashy sky</p><p>the bitter colour of</p><p>my thoughts</p><p>© Mona Iordan, Romania</p><p>A haiku ponder, not a happy or joyous moment, because the haijin references in Line Two, of bitterness. </p><p>What is it that draws us to the above; our view of a level raised and beyond eye level.</p><p>It is a hankering for solace of some kind which allows us more. More than what is, more of what can be, more to aid us and take us beyond.</p><p>In this haiku it is a hope for completeness.</p><p>Line One "ashy sky;" this is a vast space in which to place a moment, and within that moment there is emotion drawn from the sky which companions the haijin to her feeling in the moment.</p><p>Her outreach is satisfying. She is not alone in her turmoil, there is a vastness which can absorb her, where she can contribute, where she can add her distraught. Where she will find peace.</p><p>This connection, i think, is what made this haiku a first place amongst her peers in this kukai.</p><p>Well Done Mona</p><p><b>Review</b> by Gillena Cox; founder/coodinator Caribbean Kigo Kukai</p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QNYACZlWLS_DxyXvVB0fGR_GBW0ri5kn1uRVXgnO1CXu8AN0QZcpKxPPyLOzyfPWfygB8fc4y1vrxUW73LHK0Y_Q2MaIv9Rar81ASE7f73esHph2aoxAv9A7jjuTmbCgOiB8LCK1YwmEo4QvNnzQE5ljIudYmHjTq7PuMZ92e8L2cLHenPUEgLt30Q/s481/Picsart_23-03-22_06-35-15-567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="481" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QNYACZlWLS_DxyXvVB0fGR_GBW0ri5kn1uRVXgnO1CXu8AN0QZcpKxPPyLOzyfPWfygB8fc4y1vrxUW73LHK0Y_Q2MaIv9Rar81ASE7f73esHph2aoxAv9A7jjuTmbCgOiB8LCK1YwmEo4QvNnzQE5ljIudYmHjTq7PuMZ92e8L2cLHenPUEgLt30Q/w200-h200/Picsart_23-03-22_06-35-15-567.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>
View all the haiku
<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2023/03/152.html"> HERE</a> <div><br /></div><div> View the invitation for this kukai
<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2023/03/151.html"> HERE</a></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-47420602445632060922023-06-06T12:00:00.007-07:002023-06-06T12:05:07.949-07:00year of the tigeryear of the Tiger <div>every day</div><div> I never lived </div><div>--Eufemia Griffo, Italy </div><div><br /></div><div> What makes this a winning haiku? I think all of the white space. One can imagine, one can speculate, one can research. There is so much mystery in this haiku.</div><div> I think others in this kukai were just drawn to the allure of could be in this 12 syllable stunner. </div><div><br /></div><div> Well Done Eufemia </div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>Review by Gillena Cox</i></b></div><div><b><i>founder/coodinator</i></b></div><div><b><i>Caribbean Kigo Kukai</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> the theme of this kukai was 'year of the tiger' </div><div><br /></div><div> View all of the haiku written <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2022/02/146.html">HERE</a> </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg103XLopBuhueCvtQQxu7_GCdphC5xSVrIgHWYL0LMTszwSyVIwqD-KHPNd-sEz4CVAkIEb1pl20Api1AR3QZuKZlMsTXyDP4l3HOFZk3Uw7S20mqU6EeOWHYGdWoo8gWvWi77miFgaq-0L1fGGY_K797cb62tJ2pz_LlLM7VXrC4aDJCqBFg8VkfxfQ/s320/OIP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="146" data-original-width="320" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg103XLopBuhueCvtQQxu7_GCdphC5xSVrIgHWYL0LMTszwSyVIwqD-KHPNd-sEz4CVAkIEb1pl20Api1AR3QZuKZlMsTXyDP4l3HOFZk3Uw7S20mqU6EeOWHYGdWoo8gWvWi77miFgaq-0L1fGGY_K797cb62tJ2pz_LlLM7VXrC4aDJCqBFg8VkfxfQ/w200-h91/OIP.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> View the invitation
<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2022/01/145.html"> HERE</a></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-14272165178652737442023-06-05T05:01:00.007-07:002023-06-05T14:21:45.909-07:00where sunflowers bloom'train from Kiev ...<div> in the old coat</div><div> sunflower seeds </div><div> © Lucia Cardillo; Italy </div><div><br /></div><div> War is cruel sad lonely business. Separation, death, heartbreak its reward. </div><div>Lucia's Line One draws us in immediately to a place troubled by war. Therefore her Line One is loaded with emotions; heavy hearted and weighted down.</div><div> The state of the coat in Line 2 resonates with emotion and extends the mood of Line One.
With 11 syllables a play of darkness and light weaves a powerful emotional story.</div><div> However she does not leave us in the dark place. </div><div>A matryoshka effect intimates: hope as a light embedded in those seeds, just as the seeds themselves are sunken into the old coat. </div><div>A story then of hope told, as this is where the haijin leaves us. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well Done Lucia</div><div><br /></div><div>Review by Gillena Cox; founder/coordinator</div><div>Caribbean Kigo Kukai</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3Old5wlCMoAlAmVKXpoYa1lqNEWNy0-6ySCqM--NRnkRCkP2wMPvSshnFQwn93t4GIcZmZtHOoIZX-CCOFhz_6lxU5XnmxH38_19iqNEWXeetmOrN8MtQnX5hWwDSYfsvg2kPM0ssTjl2lu7_gS2M3It6uxDV5NRMRuDASKj2RK6t65UyTmitDqHoQ/s320/Picsart_22-04-07_23-26-56-787.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="219" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3Old5wlCMoAlAmVKXpoYa1lqNEWNy0-6ySCqM--NRnkRCkP2wMPvSshnFQwn93t4GIcZmZtHOoIZX-CCOFhz_6lxU5XnmxH38_19iqNEWXeetmOrN8MtQnX5hWwDSYfsvg2kPM0ssTjl2lu7_gS2M3It6uxDV5NRMRuDASKj2RK6t65UyTmitDqHoQ/w137-h200/Picsart_22-04-07_23-26-56-787.gif" width="137" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The theme of this kukai was 'where sunflowers bloom' </div><div><br /></div><div> View all of the haiku written
<a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2022/04/148.html"> HERE</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> View the invitation
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</div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-25235385131769138442023-06-03T00:54:00.002-07:002023-06-05T05:05:03.396-07:00 a magical momentXmas carol<div><br /><div>I place all my puppets<p>on the windowsill</p><p> © Cristina-Valeria Apetrei/ Romania</p><p>Line One of Christina's haiku sets the stage for a scene to follow. Do we know where she will take us next? Christmas carols gives a sense a joy of that season. An audience receiving, a story traditional and enchanting being told.</p><p>Christmas connotes in its ideal form a image of family. The Nativity scenes call us to newness, birth, people around us, adoration. </p><p>The ideal of Christmas does not project for us the loneliness that so many of us must be facing in this time of celebration.</p><p>But Christina pulls us into a reality of that loneliness of Christmas, and the magic of hope; in her fragment, Lines Two and Three, which follows an astounding phrase of Line One</p><p>Well Done Christina</p><p>Review by Gillena Cox. Founder/coodinator Caribbean Kigo Kukai</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSuQ_cSp2NCxap5zqClh8G4UsTveDWucSs4orT68O8aA1N-8YBRxGkgb0AjblmN-K4wLROS2AP4BswbGD0M0-iMjFbW74uDr6uaeCimXDPBUReENBLHyfHSPT04d9izylz11KqSlwQpr7kH6AYjOi2lXmx_l_onMV0WHKmzn4rPkTrr0tx3W6iOQ-vw/s505/PicsArt_12-18-02.35.37.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="505" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSuQ_cSp2NCxap5zqClh8G4UsTveDWucSs4orT68O8aA1N-8YBRxGkgb0AjblmN-K4wLROS2AP4BswbGD0M0-iMjFbW74uDr6uaeCimXDPBUReENBLHyfHSPT04d9izylz11KqSlwQpr7kH6AYjOi2lXmx_l_onMV0WHKmzn4rPkTrr0tx3W6iOQ-vw/w194-h194/PicsArt_12-18-02.35.37.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><p>The theme of this kukai was 'a magical moment'</p>
View all the haiku responses<a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2021/12/144.html">HERE</a></div><div><br />
View the kukai invitation haiku <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2021/12/143.htm">HERE</a>
</div></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-62789314531775053442021-04-17T02:52:00.007-07:002021-04-17T04:25:27.753-07:00flower<p> muezzin's call</p><p>the scent of magnolia</p><p>enters the mosque</p><p>© Cezar Florescu</p><p>It's amazing, the way sound can manage our moods. The cry of a baby. The loud horn of a car from an irritant driver. The alleluias from our church choirs. All of the above jolts us in different ways. Add fragrance to each and a totally new event is there for our brain to translate into feelings and responses.</p><p>I remember as a child growing up in Chaguanas Trinidad, hearing the muezzin's call. I had at that time no understanding of what it was, having been a Roman Catholic child and not schooled in the ways of other religious practices. Later as an adult the scant knowing of other's and their view and practices in God worship allowed me to make comparisons. So immediately on reading Cezar's poem there is the parallel of church bell and the smell of incense. A reverence appeal occurs in my mind even though i do not know the a Magnolia flower, personally.</p><p>What makes this a winner. The tease to the senses, the pull of intrigue, the setting of a story being told. I think. The skill of 'toriawase' features in Cezar 's haiku of three lines fifteen syllables. A haiku lifted apart from others by his peers in this kukai.</p><p>In ' Haiku and the five senses' it is stated that "The five main senses are some of the most important tools that we use to perceive the world...When you read a well written haiku you should be able to feel at least one or more of these senses." [Haiku and the five senses - http://dev.everydayhaiku.ca/haiku-and-the-five-senses/]</p><p>Well Done Cezar Florescu</p><p><b>Review by gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai</b></p><p><br /></p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcP4jaEWcjf99ygvWh42C3WhtBqP3Jyw8MJmqQ76fWqHKPddHEv-qcV3F4tuv5vWTZOeNN_I2xdHfeza14iQaRjunPVYFH-HIJlzFxd9lBppbT2blpXCm-t4N_Ci6O10Pzu1T3uqn7ffZ/s320/141.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcP4jaEWcjf99ygvWh42C3WhtBqP3Jyw8MJmqQ76fWqHKPddHEv-qcV3F4tuv5vWTZOeNN_I2xdHfeza14iQaRjunPVYFH-HIJlzFxd9lBppbT2blpXCm-t4N_Ci6O10Pzu1T3uqn7ffZ/s200/141.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />The prompt for this kukai was<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2021/04/141.html"> flower</a><a></a></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.5325824-17.635820436178847 -96.6888324 38.984647236178844 -26.376332400000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-7660828786955800072021-02-12T04:39:00.004-08:002021-06-29T15:43:14.759-07:00year of the ox 2021<p> still chewing</p><p>bitter mouthfuls ...</p><p>year of the ox</p><p><b>--Lucia Cardillo - Italy</b></p><p><br /></p><p>Covid 19, indeed a bitter pill served up to humankind, leaves a nasty taste. So many loved ones have passed on, leaving behind the memory of loss, longing, and the effects of a surprise attack. Yet , life must go on; not as we know it, but in a new normal way.</p><p>Each and everyone on this planet has been touched, has been served up a sampling of this bitter medicine. Lucia is therefore, spokesperson for all of us reeling under the sway of this pandemic. And, she does it succinctly in three lines and eleven syllables. the pathos is deeply rooted in the frieze of where we are at, and resonates with the characteristic of the ox, which even if he displays his fierce tantrums at times, also naturally ruminates and mulls over after his feast.</p><p>Mono no aware is skillfully wrought in this haiku for it states our position in this pandemic as we bravely face 2021 chewing on the happenings of last year.</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;">Well Done Lucia</p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"><b>Review by gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai</b></p>
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He draws us into a remembrance of majesty and love with a touch of new normal added to the reality of seeking and finding healing.</p><p><b>well done Cezar </b></p><p>Review by gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai</p><p><b><br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTE1mCxlAzX1_ot0Sw9DsoiJU1LkVZgCWK4-qMhlCqPH5pHxQlh0tlA5Y-oSwaAkBySjHc3lkHTgHxv1n-pHorn3I5ExtHxPP_Hfd1iRAUEIeYITbn4iBoME8NwfJYE94MCqF8B-o-T3i/s498/138.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="498" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTE1mCxlAzX1_ot0Sw9DsoiJU1LkVZgCWK4-qMhlCqPH5pHxQlh0tlA5Y-oSwaAkBySjHc3lkHTgHxv1n-pHorn3I5ExtHxPP_Hfd1iRAUEIeYITbn4iBoME8NwfJYE94MCqF8B-o-T3i/w184-h138/138.png" width="184" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">View the full results <a href=" http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/12/138.html">HERE</a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutKnC1UuEXIFVwOujfBtpIt-76xEq2lr37bEdobU0s4UhLXJw3kxUM2ZPn9qDozavxLYr3jvClXDc-43HhpaYxnxZ7RtaJ-Al1JhwAQwGY5UlOR9G-gkwR4POdDNQdaHbERtzRmTRpWUo/s320/CKK.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutKnC1UuEXIFVwOujfBtpIt-76xEq2lr37bEdobU0s4UhLXJw3kxUM2ZPn9qDozavxLYr3jvClXDc-43HhpaYxnxZ7RtaJ-Al1JhwAQwGY5UlOR9G-gkwR4POdDNQdaHbERtzRmTRpWUo/w139-h139/CKK.jpg" width="139" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">The prompt for this 2020 Christmas Kukai was <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/12/137.html">a mask for Christmas?</a></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p><br /></p>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.5325824-17.635820436178847 -96.6888324 38.984647236178844 -26.376332400000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-44376614834316151402020-12-14T02:56:00.003-08:002020-12-14T03:08:39.262-08:00social distancing<p> each bean</p><p>planted four inches apart</p><p>the wait</p><p><br /></p><p>Mark Gilbert, UK</p><p><br /></p><p>The first line is both engaging and intriguing. It pulls the reader into the haiku, the second gives us a clearer picture of the farm. The distance is represented as 'four inches', each bean is given four inches of earth apart to struggle, to fight for nutrition, to learn to grow on its own. The farm is a metaphor for life, similarly we are given our 'four inches of earth' on planet Earth to struggle, to fight for nutrition, a tireless but essential competition which enables us to grow on our own. The amazing aha line, 'the wait', before we all get plucked away by the harvest of death?. The haiku shows we are truly lonely in this world, we do not truly enjoy anything since we compete for them, we compete for water, housing, shelter, etc. That is why the world keeps running a dire shortage of these things... Gilbert has penned a very thoughtful haiku which he will be remembered for.</p><p><b>Review by Emmanuel Jessie Kalusian</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6QlTz7HWIKO4_zxCWOpCRA8W9CSsscJUUAxDJdUbcvfDGpRvE6XDjctCLNGjofzdElITD8dj6H1B7lzHqxgCA13Ap2O4qt99frZ4u0ZAh40KDTuLx8P-YHu-9jZL24lrUlAHLC8haSks/s400/SOCIAL+DISTANCING.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6QlTz7HWIKO4_zxCWOpCRA8W9CSsscJUUAxDJdUbcvfDGpRvE6XDjctCLNGjofzdElITD8dj6H1B7lzHqxgCA13Ap2O4qt99frZ4u0ZAh40KDTuLx8P-YHu-9jZL24lrUlAHLC8haSks/w198-h111/SOCIAL+DISTANCING.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>
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The theme for this kukai was <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/03/135.html"> social distancing</a><br />
The Results <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/04/136.html"> HERE</a><br />
Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.5325824-17.635820436178847 -96.6888324 38.984647236178844 -26.376332400000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-42200582895538984852020-12-12T12:28:00.005-08:002020-12-14T03:16:09.198-08:00 remembering Martha Magenta<p> tall grass</p><p>the scythestone tunes in</p><p>with a cicada</p><p>--Henryk Czempiel; Poland</p><p><br /></p><p>A haiku written in three lines staying within the 17 syllable count. The opening scene is tall grasses. A phrase followed by a fragment of 2 lines.</p><p> Tall grasses bring us to a place of growth and thriving and gives us also a sense of hiding. </p><p>Next he gives us sounds, juxtaposing the manmade and the natural - scythestone and cicada</p><p>One of sharpening a tool for cutting down grasses, the other a mating fertility and continuation song.</p><p>Cicadas are peculiar for their long rest in the earth as long as seventeen years, then to emerge as nymphs which climb trees and shed their exoskeletons</p><p>This kukai was a remembrance for the passing of haiku poet who left us in January</p><p>Henryk's haiku by its sounds and songs gives us the sense of wailing, the human effort of grieving. Yet at the same time, affords us the hope in the nature of the cicada to rise to a new life.</p><p>Well Done Henryk</p><p><b>--gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai</b></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYDkmFpwmGSaGR_Xkh4X6Tqn71yCeYhbIk-G5_sxRrsgE1yLPsBfWTSVMz2ryHQjMT6oi6XedzCNInoJ5oATLT69a9kDRhyClU4ZQm9gU7QZj1o-LMTYHMKRgTmA0BbudSaoQBJVdHNC-/s320/119969773_82eedfd4a9_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYDkmFpwmGSaGR_Xkh4X6Tqn71yCeYhbIk-G5_sxRrsgE1yLPsBfWTSVMz2ryHQjMT6oi6XedzCNInoJ5oATLT69a9kDRhyClU4ZQm9gU7QZj1o-LMTYHMKRgTmA0BbudSaoQBJVdHNC-/s0/119969773_82eedfd4a9_o.jpg" /></a></p><p><a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/02/133.html">The Kukai </a>was a celebration of haiku poet Martha Magenta who died in January 2020. a distillation from her haiku was the theme for this kukai</p><p><strong style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">This is her last haiku submitted to Caribbean Kigo Kukai</strong></p><p><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">tiny cobbled streets</i></p><p><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">in silent shadows</i></p><p><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;">a cicada</i></p><p><a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2019/04/130.html" style="background-color: white; color: #888888; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-decoration-line: none;">--Martha Magenta</a></p><p><br /></p><div><p>
SEE RESULTS <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2020/04/136.html">HERE</a></p></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-40707518990281455642020-12-12T12:25:00.003-08:002020-12-12T12:25:26.971-08:00Christmas decorations<p> <span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">hanging baubles</span></p><p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">one after another</span></p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">memories with mom</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px;" /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">--Cezar Florescu </span><div><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-size: 13.2px;">A very bittersweet haiku. I read it as the mother has passed implied by the poet reminiscing about her. Line 2 works as a pivot like a zeugma between Lines 1 and 3 so it can be read as 'hanging baubles one after another' and 'one after another memories with mom'. I can read it as a general reminiscing of my mother as I hang Christmas decorations on the Christmas tree or imagine with each light or Christmas ball as I search for a place to hang them my mind flits to different memories of this season with her. I also think about the smattering of family heirloom decorations or made by me or my siblings as children saved by my mother, literal memories now hung on my tree. I like the word choice "baubles" it has a nice analogy to memories as sparkling gems. My only reservation about baubles is would I have know they were Christmas decorations if I hadn't already known they were this contest theme and I can't unknow it to be sure. But with the clues in the phrasing and that Christmas is often reminisced I think I would have known.</span><br /></span><div><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><b>Review by Michael Baribeau</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;">The Theme of this kukai was <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2019/12/131.html"> Christmas Decorations</a></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoP2wUIbPBAk2ewL-CZTrnSMhkObwcs7PFa7pIWxColy4KhWDCBE-dhUZNCjQLTaaJCCSzds91n5VdbTufuJ4wpuSbNgrGvSn3MCF2K0lA4WUR8S4zro0eaoDyZ8BpKs3Vb-y6m0HGWjk/s400/CKK.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="316" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoP2wUIbPBAk2ewL-CZTrnSMhkObwcs7PFa7pIWxColy4KhWDCBE-dhUZNCjQLTaaJCCSzds91n5VdbTufuJ4wpuSbNgrGvSn3MCF2K0lA4WUR8S4zro0eaoDyZ8BpKs3Vb-y6m0HGWjk/w94-h119/CKK.jpg" width="94" /></a></div><br /><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13.2px;"><br />
Full Results <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2019/12/132.html"> HERE</a>
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a partridge breaks<br />
the light<br />
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A beautiful haiku image. It captures a fleeting moment with wildlife in a burst of light with a poetic analogy of sunlight glinting dewdrops as broken light. I read it as a partridge, a ground bird that hides in meadow type habitats, flushed from it's hiding place of tall meadow grass, maybe by the poet just passing by, and flying up it sent a shower of dew from the grass spraying up sparkling in the sun like fragments of lights, and 'breaks the light'. Is it a white spray like a spring morning mist or golden like during the sunrise? It's nicely concise, only giving the reader enough to spark the image and letting their imagination do the rest.<p><b>Review by Michael Baribeau </b></p><p>
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The theme for this kuaki was <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2019/03/129.html"> tiny</a><br />
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Full Results <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2019/04/130.html"> HERE</a>
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a sky full of stars<br />
-Ana Drobot (Romania)<div><br /></div><div>I like that the first line was homeless and not 'the' homeless allowing the reader to also see it from a homeless person's eyes. Dealing with homelessness and even the humbling image of carrying along their possessions in a shopping cart to my ear has an unpretentious melancholy mood of wabi sabi. But I also like how line 3 can give us pause to see the virtues of such a life, modest, harsh, and fleeting as they may be, to live not only on the streets but among nature and beneath the stars, and the symbolism of stars reminds us that they too can hope and dream.</div><div><b>Review by Michael Baribeau</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;">The theme for this kuaki was <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/12/127.html"> shopping</a></div>
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</div></div>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-73856101594287981762018-10-06T06:48:00.000-07:002018-10-06T06:51:46.371-07:00World Cup 2018world cup final<br />
the old couple holding<br />
hands<br />
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Maybe to a lot of us when we hear World Cup, we think: football, feet, teamshirts, roaring crowds, stadiums pavlions... yes? <br />
To Stella the trigger is endurance and contunity and abiding love. Yes, all of which is necessary; for the next, and the next, and the next World Cup.<br />
In her haiku, Stella attends the macro and zeros in on the micro. In the midst of it all, the hype, the joys, the disappointments, here is a couple "holding hands" [in her phrase, of a most exquisite haiku moment]<br />
And this is what haiku is all about; what most will ignore, the haiku poet arrests.<br />
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Well Done Stella<br />
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gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai<br />
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The prompt was 'World Cup 2018'. See the details <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/07/124.html">HERE</a><br />
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See the full results <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/07/125.html" >HERE</a>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-40747129832847939612018-05-09T06:09:00.002-07:002018-05-09T06:09:59.569-07:00pocketrefugee child<br />
in his overcoat pocket <br />
a Disneyland map<br />
--Cezar<br />
This haiku, written using 9 English words, just tugs at the heart in a big way. It zeros in to that place <br />
in each and every one of us where we hold our dreams. Just like in the pocket of this child; who has no control,<br />
no blame in his circumstances. It pokes at our vulnerability and cuddles our hope. <br />
All this he does in, his syllables [16] held within the haiku standard. He presents in the English neoclasical <br />
style of three lines.<br />
For me this just whets the haiku appetite and leaves us wanting more such goodies from haijin. <br />
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Well Done Cezar<br />
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gillena cox; Founder/coordinator-Caribbean Kigo Kukai<br />
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<a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/04/122.html"> pocket</a> was the Kigo for this Kukai.<br />
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See Results <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/04/123.html"> HERE</a> <br />
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Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com2St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-78049277322247366952018-03-10T11:53:00.004-08:002018-03-10T11:55:44.246-08:00introspectionmonarch butterfly<br />
discovering how much<br />
I have changed<br />
--Christina Sng, Singapore <br />
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Christina relates to us the essence of contemplation. To be in tune with self to be honest and true to self. To understand the dynamism in our being. To grow, to change, just like our natural physical bodies undergo cell growth and change, so to our consciousness must tune in to this awareness of our actions, comprehension and desires to continue, to improve, to change when needs be. <br />
Her juxtaposition of the Monarch is excellent. A haiku moment shared par excellence.<br />
We see a beautiful end result and we know there have been stages and phases to get there. Just as our haiku writing takes us on a journey of knowing the rules observing the masters, developing our own style and staying respectful to our beginnings. This haijin knows that she has blossomed. She understands that she has grown her haiku wings. We wish her all the best in her haiku flights.<br />
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well done Christina<br />
gillena cox, founder/co-ordinator CKK<br />
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The prompt for this kukai was <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/02/120.html"> introspection</a><br />
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See results <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2018/03/121.html">HERE</a><br />
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Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-14134426956100880922018-03-07T07:14:00.000-08:002018-03-07T07:22:00.034-08:00giftwaiting for gifts<br />
in the beggar's hands<br />
first snowflakes<br />
--Cristina Apetrei Romania<br />
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This haiku is pertinent to the magic of Christmastime. When hearts are awakened in the contemplation of the birth of the Christ child, Messiah and saviour. He the greatest of all gifts given. And, his symbolic receipt of gifts as the lifting of humanity from our stable selves'. <br />
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Yes while we feast and celebrate, there are always those to whom we can extend ouselves to in giving.<br />
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One of the comments received about this haiku while in the vote and comment phase of the kukai was: "This picture is awakening our conscience. It calls to my mind the Andersen's fairy tale “The Little Match Girl”. How much so i agree, with the writer of this comment<br />
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Christina conforms to the Short Long Short line structure keeping her syllables within the 17 count, but does not rigidly hold to the [go shichi go] or 5/7/5 as the classical platform states. There is the use of fragment and phrase technique, with quite a surprise in her phrase [Lines 2&3]. We just didn't know, where she was going, after the [line 1] fragment. <br />
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WELL DONE Cristina<br />
gillena cox, founder/co-ordinator CKK<br />
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The <strong>prompt</strong> for this kukai was <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/12/117.html">gift</a><br />
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See the <strong>results</strong> <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/12/118.html"> HERE</a>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-33445768599489592702017-04-27T08:17:00.000-07:002018-03-07T07:15:29.245-08:00welcomefirst touch-<br />
the way a bud welcomes<br />
a butterfly<br />
--Rita Odeh, Haifa/ Israel<br />
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There is a child like innocence to this scene, in Rita's haiku. We want to be lost in the flight of a dainty little butterfly<br />
so easily tossed in the breezes and exclaim, Look! as it makes contact.<br />
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The colours are left to our imagination, we can therefore imagine our favourite flower and butterfly contact. This is such an ordinary happening, here in the Caribbean, however for those climes where there is Spring, after the Winter months, bringing back the warmth and newness, this is extraordinary, for each seasonal wait for Spring is rewarded.<br />
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The lightness of the butterfly in flight and in contact, revels in the haiku aesthetic of Karumi.<br />
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Her Line Two, extracts the essence out of this haiku moment, by her expression - "the way". She doesn't explain it; she invites us to tap into our own consciousness, to experience it, and bring to our reading, the Aha between writer and reader. <br />
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Well Done Rita!<br />
gillena cox, founder/co-ordinator CKK<br />
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The <strong>prompt</strong> for this kukai was <a href="https://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/04/115.html">welcome</a><br />
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See the <strong>results</strong> <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/04/116.html"> HERE</a>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com2St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-51939707809784249532017-03-30T04:12:00.000-07:002017-03-30T04:15:09.988-07:00retreathilltop<br />
a monk empties his thoughts<br />
into the rising sun<br />
--Adjei Agyei-Baah (Ghana)<br />
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Adjei's haiku opens with a command to our attention. One word, forms the voice of this poet into grabbing our attention. <br />
"What is it about the hilltop Adjei"? is it the shape of it, is it verdant, is it parched due to scorching hot weather? All these ideas come to play in our minds, at the sound of the poet's voice. <br />
His haiku continues as revelation his phrase, the interest of his haiku’s fragment. <br />
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So, it’s about a monk, Okay. And even though he gives us this bit of info in his haiku phrase, he cleverly applies the Japanese aesthetic of 'ma' where enough space is left in his telling of the tale for us to still wander in our minds filling in blanks.<br />
This monk of Adjei's, he could be on the hilltop, or standing looking at the hilltop, or even be withdrawn in his private reading space, looking at a picture of a hilltop. <br />
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What we know for sure is he, the monk, awed by the spectacle directs his thoughts to no one else but the rising sun. A lovely setting of the monk's aloneness and his commune with nature. Be he, just absorbed in reverie, or creating alone-space in a crowd.<br />
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Thank you Adjei for an awesome haiku in this the 2017 anniversary of Caribbean Kigo Kukai<br />
Well Done<br />
gillena cox, Founder coordinator – Caribbean Kigo Kukai<br />
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<strong>Revisit</strong><br />
<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/03/114.html"> Results</a> of the kukai<br />
The kukai <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2017/03/113.html"> prompt</a> was retreat<br />
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enveloping myself<br />
with old love letters<br />
--Christine L. Villa, USA<br />
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The chill of winter greets us, as soft as snowflakes falling, we can settle into warm pyjamas, fluffy slippers or plain amazement like me; when, on vacation In New York, my sister called me to the front door and urged me to put my hands out, only to be caressed by, for the very first time in my life, nature's divine snowflakes.<br />
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Since my first snowflake experience is thus, when i read Chrissi's haiku, i could taste, the comforting hot chocolate, and remember the caress of nature, all at the same time. I had not yet gotten to Line Two of her haiku but i was wrapped up, warm and snug<br />
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Chrissi continue in her very evocative style, in this haiku, by wrapping herself, and us, in the process; as she smothers herself with a sense of taste, embrace, and memory What's not to love about this haiku.<br />
I am not easily moved to tears, but, if i were one of those at Line Three, I would have certainly have had to reach for a kleenex or two.<br />
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This haiku affects our senses in a good way. We want to reach out and hug Chrissi. We want to tell her, this is what memories should be about, keeping us warm when the cold drafts of day to day, whatever the season, drift in.<br />
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Well Done Chrissi<br />
--gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/12/111.html">Christmas beverages</a><br />
revisit <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/12/112.html"> the results</a> of this kukai<br />
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losing myself<br />
in the steel drum<br />
--Paul David Mena<br />
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Paul defines for us parameters in Line One. The scenic is left to our imagination to fill in the space. We get to add the people, colours, the sounds and the smells. Then he challenges us in Line Two with his choice of 'losing' taking us along to be absorbed with him into defined territory. In Line Three he awakens us out of our reverie with a particular sound. The music so typical and peculiar to where he has transported us. We can hear with him the music in our minds as we read and i dare say read again this charming little haiku.<br />
He opts for a veer away from the 5-7-5, to the more modern free syllable count. So we are given this experience of his appreciation of an island event and rhythm in 3 lines each carrying four syllables<br />
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Well Done Paul<br />
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--gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/08/109.html"> the music invites you in</a><br />
revisit the <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/08/110.html">results</a> of this kukai<br />
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<iframe width="260" height="115" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LkWFxuPXWyw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com2St James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-5449484307928997222016-04-27T01:23:00.001-07:002016-04-27T01:39:14.410-07:00stylejust enough<br />
to dress the empty space<br />
spider's silk<br />
--Gabriel Sawicki, Poland<br />
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When we say style, fashion follows the trend of thought; and too, a particular way of doing or presenting. Style sets our eyes on the elegance or ambiance of surroundings and on a more personal note, what is being worn. Gabriel, however in choosing to write a haiku on this theme, looks to nature and what she has to offer. The spider becomes his muse, and she spins into his haiku sphere, the minimalistic features of dedication to space, elegance and fullness of assemblance. He weaves a tale as expertly as the spider himself, with enough nuance to catch our fancy and hold us interested.<br />
He uses the classic three lines: Lines One and Two form his fragment, Line Three his phrase. His three syllable count of Line One is repeated in Line Three giving his haiku control in form and appearance.<br />
The notion of wabi sabi, pertinent in this haiku. Things are as they should be. What else should spiders do, but spin. their spaces into magnificent tales of examples for us, to be ourselves and use what we are given effectively<br />
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Well done Gabriel<br />
--gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/04/107.html">style</a> <br />
revisit the <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2016/04/108.html">results</a> of this kukai<br />
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I put the shadows<br />
behind me<br />
--Anna Cates, USA<br />
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Truly this is so significant of Christmas, for the new light, who outshines all others is represented in every twinkle at Christmas. We look to that star of Bethlehem which radiates in every symbolic twinkle of lights. The new way is pointed out to us so we are wise to (like Anna) put all shadows behind. <br />
This haiku is forceful in message and light in inspiration<br />
A three line format of fragment and phrase ensues. Line One being her phrase. We read, and look to see what surprise follows.<br />
Essentially a great big message in such a tiny haiku. Thank you Anna<br />
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Well done Anna<br />
--gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/12/105.html">glad tidings</a> <br />
revisit the <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/12/106.html"> results</a> of this kukai<br />
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again she blossoms<br />
under the sakura<br />
-Brendon Kent, England<br />
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A really nice juxtaposition, in Lines One and Three, The appeal to our sense of sight is honed, in a very pleasant and celebratory manner. The festivity of sakura blooming and the coy innocence of blowing gum is nicely pitted against each other. What could follow pink bubblegum? Really anything under the sun. However Brendon surprises us with a burst of blossoms which we will understand to be pink<br />
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Well done Brendon<br />
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--gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/04/102.html"> pink bubblegum</a><br />
revisit the <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/04/103.html"> results</a> of this kukai<br />
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the dance of a bee <br />
deep in a bud<br />
--Rita Odeh Haifa Israel<br />
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We are greeted with movement, for Line One presents us with a windy day. So many possibilities before we read on: hats can be blown off, umbrellas blown away, leaves in whirligig and blossoms falling; all this and more can be crammed into a day of gusts.<br />
However, Rita zeroes in on a bee in a flower. The sweetness of its feeding, the offering of sustenance , knowing the right flower to approach. Precision, knowledge, sustenance, delight all of these issues are snapped into this little haiku, an unusual happening, a common place happening; yet, a haiku to makes us pause read and reread, and kukai players to vote to first place. This is not the conventional five seven five beat. but rather the modern day free syllabic counted haiku, which so many of us prefer to write these days.<br />
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Thanks you for this offering Rita, Well done.<br />
-gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/02/ckk-56-closing-kukai.html"> dance</a> revisit the <br />
<a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2015/02/ckk-56-results.html"> results</a> of this kukai<br />
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[Commentary for the February 2015, last Monthly Caribbean Kigo Kukai, Kukai #56;] Gillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0Saint James, MN 56081, USA43.9820734 -94.62831919999996443.9363714 -94.709000199999963 44.027775399999996 -94.547638199999966tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824808631485700672.post-20653895100697462872015-06-11T07:35:00.001-07:002015-06-11T07:36:25.069-07:00countdown to ChristmasChristmas countdown -<br />
unsent letters to Santa<br />
in my childhood drawer<br />
--Arvinder Kaur, Chandigarh, India<br />
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What is the allure of this haiku? what makes it a first place winner from among twenty two others? I think the surprise of Line 3; Line one seems to be happening, very much so in present, the countdown at Christmas time is quite infectious, its there in our faces and our ears, the media makes sure we get caught up. The bargains, the discounts, the prompts the constant bombardment, to lists and gifts and giving. <br />
Line One is our phrase, with a cutter added, so we pause. We pause, in the present scheme of the countdown.<br />
Then, only to be dished the surprise of yesteryears , cleverly hidden in the her fragment; the era of childhood and not of womanhood as we first assumed.<br />
A little seventeen syallable wonder which endeared the other players to her placement<br />
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Well done Arvinder<br />
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-gillena cox<br />
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator<br />
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Haiku prompt <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2014/10/ckk-55.html">"countdown to Christmas"</a> revisit <a href="http://wwwcaribbeankigokukai.blogspot.com/2014/10/ckk-55-results.html">the results</a> for this kukaiGillena Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.com0Saint James, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago10.6744134 -61.53258240000002410.6666114 -61.54266740000002 10.6822154 -61.522497400000027