Haibun by Bill Waters

Turtlesong
 
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
                        —from “The Song of Solomon”
 
When I was a child, I yearned to hear the voice of the turtle. Would it warble like a miniature French horn? Would it growl like a tiny tuba?
 
My mother, who knew something of the Bible, told me the turtle of the poem is actually a turtledove, yet still I wondered whether turtles — always silent (in my presence, at least) — ever make a sound.
 
daybreak by the pond . . .
listening
listening

Taking a Walk with Issa by Hannah Mahoney

Taking a Walk with Issa

When I drop by his hut,
Issa is sitting outside on a bench,
his eyes closed to the early sun.

He offers me tea.
I’ve brought plums. We bite into them
and slurp the juice. He laughs.

We head off down the hill,
the grass a delicate green,
soft against our shins.

Ah! he cries, and crouches.
A snail is climbing a rock,
stretching its horns to find its way.

As we continue across the meadow,
grasshoppers arc away
at our approach. We clap

and do a little grasshopper dance.
That’s how it is with Issa.
He has brought some sweet potato

for the bent-backed horse;
we join the cow as she watches
a butterfly’s flight.

On the way back,
we stop at the cemetery,
under the pines.

I once told him
of the expression
“getting over” grief.

He shook his head,
picked up a small smooth stone,
and tucked it into his pouch.

Regional Haiku

An interesting well-done feature at https://coloradoboulevard.net/poetry-corner-regional-reading-high-tech-ku/

With some new haiku of mine:

segment 
more
beautiful than the whole—

suminagashi

a pot of freesia,

the neighbors also

bring all the gossip

quite suddenly

realizing

something else

Poetry Corner will be sponsoring a regional reading at Haiku North America conference in Santa Fe in September.