Christmas beverages

snowflake cocoa . . .
enveloping myself
with old love letters
--Christine L. Villa, USA

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.

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

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.
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.

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.

Well Done Chrissi
--gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator


haiku prompt Christmas beverages
revisit the results of this kukai

flower

in her hair
a white gardenia--
the thrill of tango
S.E. Herrin: Des Moines, Iowa


Tango, a dance for two; full of passion, energy and expression; yet still, elegant and dramatic.

The fragment and phrase of this haiku is as multifacted in its duality as the dance itself. There, a happy juxtaposition of passion and elegance. Very specific, her gardenia is a white flower, a truce in the sometimes associated quarrel of the tango dance language. Here again the duality, the juxtaposition of the writer's thought in composng her haiku, resonates.

How easily we find ourselves in step with the rhythm of this poem, striding the haiku dance floor; but our flower is well placed, securely pinned and stays.

There is enough space, for us as readers of the haiku to fill in our own aspects of this tale, hopefully, the purity of the gardenia, blossoms into a love story.


Well done S.E.
--gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/coordinator



The Theme for the Kukai #42 was flower

wedding bouquet

Shape, colour, maybe even fragrance; the writer does not specify, but memories are pictures recaptured in response to some stimulus. And here the widow is tapped and drawn into the peculiar, petals or the scent of a tiger lily to dance a memorable dance , her first dance. If this is any thing like a first love, those of us who have been smitten know, it never leaves you.

Kathy's sharing is of a response to a wedding bouquet, she shows us how the widow draws from her bouquet of experiences this select memory, her first dance. The new bride in the wedding presented, will too, have her first dance after the ceremony and carry with her a bouquet of cherished memories to continue the sequence of occurences. Some things sad, some things happy; memories are like that, specific and custom made and part of that wider wholesomeness.

Edward de Bono says of memories
"A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen."

Notice Kathy opts for the Long Short Long presentation in her haiku but does not stick to the Go-Shichi-Go syallable count

Well done Kathy
gillena cox
Caribbean Kigo Kukai - founder/co ordinator

The theme was wedding bouquet

bud

first buds
the dream fading
as I tell it
--Bill Kenney, USA

I do not have a home spring experience; coming from and living in the tropics; my friends online tell me of their hankering for spring's warmth and renewing greenery during the white cold of winter 's snow blankets; and i emphatise, and my empathy is not with out substance; for i have briefly experienced winter's cold blasts while on vacation in Brooklyn New York; shortlived as my holiday stay was, it remains etched in my memory sphere.

I can very well sense the fleeting of Bill's haiku spring moment, be it the reality of a newwnes of life, in this budding phase; or the waking up out of, a spring filling dream; either way, the themes of longing and the ephemeral are solidly expressed.

Bill, hints but does not state concretely, about this phenomenon of budding; where is the reality, where is its existence, where the occurrance? Is it in a day's snapshot of retaining, or a fantasy's whirl of escaping, what we do know of this (a coming into, a coming out of?) Bill thinks surely that's enough for his haiku audience, an expression has been embossed in his existence important enough to share; Thank you Bill for your sharing; well done, in ten syllables.

“Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.” William Carlos Williams


--gillena cox
coordinator; Caribbean Kigo Kukai



the theme of the kukai was bud