Martha Magenta’s Willow

the willow

Though simple, this haiku has a lot of weight to it. We don’t know who has gone, but the photo accompanying it might give us a clue. The weight of the loss is shown through the willow, which often symbolizes melancholy. Over the years, the willow has grown, and this might imply that the grief of the author has grown over the years as well.

I like how the haiku seems so natural, like it could be written in a matter of seconds. However, I am sure Martha took longer than that to write the poem. But this shows how a haiku should be: simple and effortless to read. Just the right words in the right place.

In addition, there is a continuation of the “o” sound that adds to the sense of sadness and continuation.

A fine example of an emotionally-weighted haiku.

– Nicholas Klacsanzky (Ukraine)

Marilyn Ward’s Glacier

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At first sight, you might read this haiku and say, “so what?” However, I believe through its statement, it helps us realize how the landscapes around us have been shaped: through a long process. This observation can apply metaphorical to our lives as well, in that what we keep frozen inside us cuts us slowly.

With the word “cutting” it is inferred that it is painful. We might even garner some compassion for the granite through its suffering, though we know in the back of our mind that granite does not feel suffering. That is one of the powers of haiku: giving us compassion for every form of life, even inanimate things.

Without punctuation, the poet makes the two parts clearly separate. The sound works well, with “I” sounds running through it, possibility showing the sound of cutting.

This haiku has a classic feel to it, with it being an observation made into a great insight.

– Nicholas Klacsanzky (Ukraine)

Eva Limbach’s Wars

all our wars
lost
blossom wind

© Eva Limbach (Germany) (2016)

Every word counts and is powerful in this haiku. The pacing is also effective. Having “lost” as the second line shocks us and makes us stop. The juxtaposition is also effective. Blossoms are beautiful, unlike wars, but both blossoms and wars get lost in the wind: blossoms in natural wind, and wars in the winds of hate, vanity, anger, and jealously.

The big difference is that blossoms are innocent, and though they are spread randomly and carried off, they give no harm. I believe this haiku is a call to be innocent and sweet like blossoms in the winds of life. It also has a distinct feeling, which is important, as haiku are about feeling, ultimately.

This haiku is a bit indescribable, as haiku should be.

– Nicholas Klacsanzky (Ukraine)