First Place — 24 points
tea steam
the east window
brightens
Ann K. Schwader
(2,6,6) = 24 pts
Ordinary images of an ordinary day,
I settle right in as I read it.
Second Place — 22 pts
Christmas brunch
a place at the table
for her new doll
Catherine J.S. Lee
(0,9,4) = 22 pts
I love the mood of indulgence in this haiku.
This seems to reflect the spirit of the season, by showing the love
and joy of a little girl.
Third Place — 20 pts
vapors
rising from the lake...
morning coffee
Janice Hornburg
(1,4,9) = 20 pts
Nice light unfettered, contemplative piece. I like the juxtaposition.
Lovely imagery, with a lot of warmth and subtle shifts of meaning.
thick fog —
four brightly colored pills
beside her oatmeal
Susan Constable
(0,4,12) = 20 pts
Fourth Place – 19 points
toast crumb
balanced just so
on the ant's back
Paul Hodder
(2,4,5) = 19 pts
This one made me smile. I could see that little guy
diligently trudging along!
Fifth Place – 14 points
Breakfast —
in the stork's beak
the first frog
Vasile Moldovan
(1,3,5) = 14 pts
Sixth Place – 13 points
snow day ::
the dog gets her share
of cold toast
jennie townsend
(2,1,5) = 13 pts
breakfast in bed
gently taking off a crumb
from grandma's cheek
Dorota Pyra
(1,3,4) = 13 pts
Seventh Place – 12 points
five days of rain
he asks for eggs
sunny-side up
Terri French
(0,3,6) = 12 pts
A little bit of humor and a lot of truth!
Eighth Place – 11 points
scrambled . . .
she talks about the sunrise
I missed
Bill Kenney
(1,0,8) = 11 pts
breakfast
the heavy silence
from last night
Carol Raisfeld
(0,3,5) = 11 pts
Ninth Place – 10 points
third shift
the broken yolk
of my sunny side
Alan S. Bridges
(2,1,2) = 10 pts
This one says so much. My dad worked 3rd shift as I was growing up.
His "sunny side" was often broken!
breakfast trickles
through her IV tube
we wait
Pris Campbell
(0,3,4) = 10 pts
Tenth Place – 9 points
the same aria
sung each time he froths the milk —
north beach barista
John Thompson
(1,0,6) = 9 pts
Eleventh Place – 8 points
dusky dawn
the swirling snow
reflects in my tea
Tore Sverredal
(0,3,2) = 8 pts
I have lots of versions on this one...shorter ones..
but I like it! Be proud!
butter melting
on hot breakfast scones —
your smile
Ruth Powell
(0,2,4) = 8 pts
Lovely juxtaposition. This one really touched me.
garden breakfast
my son mixes cornflakes
with plum petals
Jacek M
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
Twelfth Place – 7 points
Hiroshima Day
to break an egg
will sicken me
Earl Keener
(2,0,1) = 7 pts
Often Hiroshima Day is used to elicit an emotional
state the haiku is too weak to carry but this is almost
brilliant. Simply stated reaction to the poet's (our)
awakening to the day, realization, and response.
coffee and toast
knees touching lightly
first morning after
Frances McCarthy
(0,2,3) = 7 pts
garden breakfast —
yellow butterflies
among lotuses
Narayanan Raghunathan
(0,1,5) = 7 pts
Thirteenth Place – 6 points
note to self:
send e-mails _after_
caffeine reaches brain
F.J. Bergmann
(2,0,0) = 6 pts
insomnia
finding sleep
in the kettle's whistle
Beth Powell
(1,0,3) = 6 pts
the morning after...
a cup of black coffee
double bitter
natalia kuznetsova
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
hard boiled opinions
scrambled editorials
breakfast a la print
Tom Conally
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
between storms
the sun comes out—
a Sunday croissant
Marylouise Knight
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
we share coffee
and red mountains —
Sedona breakfast
jill
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
Fourteenth Place – 5 points
school bus —
some scrambled eggs with ketchup
left on the plate
Laurene
(0,2,1) = 5 pts
grandma's house
we eat oatmeal
again
Carmel Lively Westerman
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
morning chill
mom keeps her coat on
until the coffee arrives
Cindy Tebo
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
anniversary
with a flourish he pours
the cornflakes
Roberta Beary
(0,0,5) = 5 pts
another foot of snow
butter cascading down
the stack of pancakes
Stevie Strang
(0,0,5) = 5 pts
Fifteenth Place – 4 points
breakfast
the day he leaves for Iraq —
her tears in his coffee
Aalix Roake
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
Breakfast in many traditions is held as the most important meal of
the day; teamed up with the urgency of duty and patronage this haiku
tells a sad and compelling tale.
rice krispies whispers
snap-crackle-pop conversations
morning gently begins
Jeanne Fiedler
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
homeless shelter
snow melts from his shoulders
while fresh coffee brews
Harvey Jenkins
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
Here, the theme of humanity tells us that all is not loss in the
today's world.
al fresco
a bluebottle fly
finds the bacon
Barbara A Taylor
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
from the kitchen
a scent of coffee overtakes
the alarm clock
Orbi
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
Appealing to the senses both sound and smell at the same time. This
is for sure an aha moment.
Sixteenth Place – 3 points
Rivers of warm syrup
flow past islands of butter
Yositaka
(1,0,0) = 3 pts
peanut butter, banana,
and bacon sandwich
having Elvis for breakfast
Bill Hudson
(1,0,0) = 3 pts
Snowflakes melt like tears
Watching it while she pours tea
One cup, this mourning
Jennifer Stefanow
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
rain
tea for one
this morning, too
og_a
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
blended family
our children contend
for the Lucky Charms
Tom Painting
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
Morning —
another hotel
cereal again?
Bill Gunter
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
can top pops...
the only time the cat
visibly loves me
Diane Mayr
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
golden waffles —
maple butter eases
square by square
Nancy Smith
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
There is an unhurried ease implied which intimates an enjoyable
meal, makes my mouth water.
Seventeenth Place – 2 points
dawn call echoes
drizzling honey over
tahini - bliss
anonymous
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
bell attached
cheerios on a string
breakfast with the birds
Ben Gieske
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
breakfast for supper
too heavy for the morning
bacon and fried eggs
Deirdre Godwin
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
Tuscany morning
crescendos
a road side fig tree
Stella
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
Snowed in.
Slow breakfast,
good tea.
Horst Ludwig
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
it's already a late noon —
forgotten breakfast
is now my lunch
Juhani Tikkanen
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
dawn
I wake… I rise
I brew new tea
marco b
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
early breakfast —
my cat sits in a chair
and wants me to share
Mike Montreuil
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
outside swirling snow
inside stirring the oatmeal
whirling white
Bridget Cougar
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
racket in the pantry
a mouse
having my breakfast
Dharma Bum
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
morning breeze
sun-touched clouds
in our plates
Tanya Dikova
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
motel breakfast
a scouting party of
ducks make the rounds
J Blain
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
snowdrops and crocus
Kathleen O’Toole
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
Eighteenth Place – 1 point
cornflakes and juice at the crack of dawn
Keith A. Simmonds
Hot and bitter
A cup of tea
Begins the day
James Sawers
table set for one
red grapefruit on bone china
—whistling garbage man
if
tepid milk
over sugary cheerios
slam of a door
Garry Eaton
eggs milk sugar spice
orange squash stir batter fry
pumpkin pancakes...yum
dragonfly
deep winter...
suddenly looking forward
to porridge!
anonymous
school day
hungry children rush
to the cafeteria for breakfast
Rose Marie Stutts
new egg poacher
eating my oatmeal
I glare at my old dog
Edward
sticky from laughter
we peel back the skin
of another orange
Ron Moss
two coffee
for breakfast …
all alone
Reza
creaming coffee —
a dash of vanilla
added for panache
gillena cox
Streams of steam
Waving so languidly up
Warm tea for breakfast
Pat Lammers
the dim sun breaks through
spreads out
a marmalade morning
Jon Espen Vassbotn
tray for his sleepy wife —
fruit, toast and eggs
newborn wakes yet again
Leslie Montgomery
fading memories
a Christmas tree in
my latte
Elena Naskova
pancake breakfast —
the maple syrup
glows in the sun
anonymous
crack! go gathered nuts
stored blueberries thaw
in fresh yoghurt
gourdman
power cut —
such a yearning
for tea
anonymous
potpourri breakfast
on the plate lavender
and anise cookies
Walter Franceschi
No points this time, sorry
break —
fast on water as
the newly chicks ate my toast
Daniela Bullas, UK
the same breakfast
the globetrotter eats
unknown pleasures
Erik Boye
Eggs fry in skillet
Elegant graceful flip — oops
That one's for the dog.
Geoffrey A. Landis
I smile as butter
and maple syrup melt
into the pancakes
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
late for breakfast he breezes through the doors
_kala
yellow octopus
in grandson's cereal bowl...
sliced banana
Elinor Pihl Huggett
a vicious waking
but breakfast aroma helps
mmm what a morning
matt behan
leftover chicken:
breakfast for the weary, cold
fingerfood, hot tea
Sandy Friedlander
Each morning
a pure yellow feast.
Bananas.
Trevor Camp
A cup of morning coffee
steaming
into a brooding face
bushra naqi
first thought
hot coffee or a stiff drink
what I did last night
Judith Gorgone
Early morning
black coffee
and a pill
Ralf Broker, Germany
toast and hot chocolate
a little melted butter
floats on the surface
DeVar
morning sun —
a child billowing smoke from
a tinsel tea cup
Yamame
sugarless tea
my brother keeps off —
a cold morning
Antony Njoroge
raspberry syrup
on Mickey Mouse pancakes
breakfast alone
Barbara Snow
poached or boiled, my dear ?
for a change, fried please.
poached or boiled, my darling ?
James Dobson
Christmas holiday
sweet bread and black coffee-
breakfast for two
oana posnaies
Big family at breakfast —
around the table
12 angry men
Petru-Ioan Garda
Winter daybreak —
the black tomcat eating
a titmouse
Miorita
Shiny new kettle:
Lizard doing his morning press-ups
ponders his image
Sheila K. Barskdale
weekend morning
french toast, sausage and coffee
erase jangled nerves
Hazel
thumping winter rain —
steaming oatmeal,
warm coat and gloves
John Hubbard