First Place — Twenty-Eight Points
boatshop
bending the fir
to fit the waves
Beth Powell
(3,4,11) = 28 pts
Human industry guided by knowledge of–and, I'd say, reverence for–nature. I'm not the nautical type, but this makes me feel the shape of the boat and the force of the waves.
What a lovely way to think about the shape of a hull! Nice alliteration and rhythm, too.
Second Place — Twenty-Six Points
spring fog
only the rhythm of wooden boats
knocking together
Kate Creighton
(1,3,17) = 26 pts
hauling firewood—
the wheelbarrow and I
both wobbly
Terri L. French
(0,7,12) = 26 pts
Wow. There is an intense network of connection between these images; just as the collector of the firewood and the wheelbarrow "wobble" so too does the flame as it burns in various stages. The 3 respective "wobbles" in this haiku vibrate with life giving energy.
I like the subtle humour that arises from truth and that brings a smile of recognition. Unfortunately, I can relate almost too easily to this!
Third Place — Twenty-One Points
short days
the old woodcarver
goes with the grain
tom painting
(0,3,15) = 21 pts
Would that we all learn to live our lives this way, instead of fighting every little thing that comes along. Lovely on both the literal and metaphorical level.
Fourth Place — Twenty Points
tracing the knot
in the wooden pew
~ Grandad's funeral
Paul Hodder
(1,4,9) = 20 pts
It seems that we often look for distractions in our moments of grief. Well worded, without a hint of sentimentality.
Fifth Place — Seventeen Points
pregnancy test -
a wooden Indian
offers cigars
Laurene
(2,3,5) = 17 pts
Sixth Place — Fifteen Points
a plain pine box containing a complicated man
Sjs
(0,3,9) = 15 pts
bamboo curtains
if only I could roll up
my thoughts. . .
_kala
(0,2,11) = 15 pts
Seventh Place — Thirteen Points
maple in rain—
the sweet curves
of the violin
Nelson
(0,3,7) = 13 pts
waiting for news—
polishing, again,
his walnut desk
Bridget Cougar
(0,2,9) = 13 pts
The depth of reflection in highly polished walnut wood compliments the image of expectations in "waiting for news". The mystery of what kind of news is wonderfully withheld and allows the readers to freely speculate according their own mindsets at the moment of reading. There is a fine open-ended moment of reflection in this well wrought haiku.
the old teak bowl
has outlasted her marriage —
fresh salad greens
andrea
(0,1,11) = 13 pts
I felt that! Very moving!
A perfect fusion of pathos and humor, avoiding any trace of cynicism. This leaves a good taste in the spirit.
Eighth Place — Eleven Points
In a circle—
the sound of earth
on wood
Ralf Broker
(1,3,2) = 11 pts
under the
giant sequoia... the sky
further than ever
Elena Naskova
(0,1,9) = 11 pts
Ninth Place — Ten Points
from an ancient piece
of swamp cedar the sculptor
releases a frog
Andre Surridge
(0,4,2) = 10 pts
Interesting play on Michelangelo's statement concerning his sculpture of David, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
Tenth Place — Nine Points
midsummer night –
fireflies on the growth rings
of our garden table
Daniela Bullas, UK
(0,3,3) = 9 pts
alone in the woods
I say "i'm sorry"
after each fart
Jacek M.
(0,2,5) = 9 pts
Eleventh Place — Eight Points
acorns—
the tree my
father planted
Robert Ertman
(0,2,4) = 8 pts
So understated and profound that I missed it completely on my first time through the list. The line ending on "my" remains a blemish, however.
handling chopsticks-
I become hungrier
and hungrier
Barbara Campitelli
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
Amusing.
summer nights
the smell of mesquite smoke
in her hair
frederick c gier
(0,1,6) = 8 pts
Through the use of scent his haiku evokes memories of campfire gatherings—of sitting in a close knit group, gazing into an intense fire and watching the spirits of the wood freely escape into the atmosphere becoming one with the natural elements; the cyclic rhythms of life forces vibrate through this haiku.
Twelfth Place — Seven Points
pine smoke—
the toasted skin slides
off a marshmallow
DeVar
(0,1,5) = 7 pts
Thirteenth Place — Six Points
nine sacred woods
laying the bonfire
on Beltane eve
bre
(1,0,3) = 6 pts
sunset –
a dragonfly rests
at the dry stick
Miorita
(1,0,3) = 6 pts
moon through the woods
the light draws
us in
Francine Banwarth
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
chimney swept...
a spider carried in
with the wood
Diane Mayr
(0,1,4) = 6 pts
Fourteenth Place — Five Points
cutting trees
with every strike
leaves tremble
Mariusz O.
(1,1,0) = 5 pts
reflecting pond
the decomposing
driftwood
ed markowski
(1,0,2) = 5 pts
wooden corals-
on a woman's neck
the weight of years
Iga
(1,0,2) = 5 pts
beachcomber
he settles on a piece
of driftwood
Susan Constable
(1,0,2) = 5 pts
forgetting
the name of . . .
the Gingko tree
Donna Bauerly
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
Their names faded
in the recesses of bark-
on the old oak tree
Jenn McSweeney
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
grandfather's oak clock
I hear the passage of time
in the living-room
Harvey Jenkins
(0,1,3) = 5 pts
the crackle
of an applewood fire . . .
summer rain
Catherine J.S. Lee
(0,0,5) = 5 pts
Water...fire...and air unite in this powerful haiku, providing a fundamental feeling of well-being, a uniting of elemental forces.
Fifteenth Place — Four Points
oak, ash, elder, thorn
the old ways still have power
in mankind's autumn
Deirdre Godwin
(1,0,1) = 4 pts
I enjoy the archetypal elements in this one.
the scent of pine
whittling the symbols
on the dreidel
ARW
(1,0,1) = 4 pts
hot cross buns —
a hint of wood texture
in the pale cross
~ Isabelle Prondzynski
(0,2,0) = 4 pts
No decisions yet;
Can't see the wood for trees...
But I won't give up
Tanja Cilia
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
a maple ablaze
over the wooden cross-
ten years after...
natalia kuznetsova
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
a splinter
from the boardwalk—
the heat
Bill Kenney
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
scent of pine
a flame robin shivers
in the dew
Ron Moss
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
Christmas kiss
the smell of pine
in her hair
Meredith Cavalieri
(0,1,2) = 4 pts
heart of the woods
a red fox scampers
over beech leaves
Beverley George
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
Gran's apple pie
Dad feels of the sting
of a wooden spoon
Terry O'Connor
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
memories—
in a rosewood box
her mother's ashes
John Daleiden
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
chopping root vegetables—
so many old cuts
on the board
Penny Harter
(0,0,4) = 4 pts
Sixteenth Place — Three Points
Trembling, the old priest
sets a carved old plate with bread
beside a wine jar
Horst Ludwig
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
aged tobacco
and curly briarwood pipe
memories of Dad
A. Dharma Bum
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
catching time
in autumn leaves
without her
Barbara A Taylor
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
sandalwood fan
the sweet scent
drives away the heat
Audrey Downey
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
fog overtaking
footbridge and creek . . .
the dripping woods
Michael McClintock
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
the pine watch
as spring catches
up
Bill Gottlieb
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
coffee mist...
the carpenter caresses lightly
an ebony coffin
Lech Szeglowski
(0,1,1) = 3 pts
midnight passes
wooden stairs
sound the alarm
Ben Gieske
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
this cross I carry
if only
it were of wood
Shernaz Wadia
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
cedar, birch bark, glue
the journey begins with
building the canoe
Edward
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
blue glint
on the telephone pole –
a carpenter bee
Tomislav M.
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
first light
smoke from the wood stove
rising through the trees
Elaine Riddell
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
drilling
on the meditation room wall -
a woodpecker
Bhalachandra
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
deep massage . . .
a lingering aura
of sandalwood
Ellen Compton
(0,0,3) = 3 pts
Seventeenth Place — Two Points
Grandfather's woodpile
turned to sawdust
by carpenter ants
Bill Pauly
(0,1,0) = 2pts
musk of cedar
world war two pennies
grandma's wedding dress
if
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
rippling lake
our cabin's honor guard
of white birch
anonymous
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
dead gum tree
on the service road —
a dead end
nirukoba
(0,1,0) = 2 pts
all are great givers
but only the willow
weeps with me
miriam chaikin
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
Interesting reference to The Giving Tree.
boss –
he rests frayed sleeves
on a mahogany desk
Gautam Nadkarni
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
burning heart
initials and all
oak log fire
Jon Espen Vassbotn
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
where in groves of trees
I used to wander..
now I visit graves
Garry Eaton
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
watching a windmill
stuck to the fence
tumbleweed
Judith Gorgone
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
late night —
a house girl wipes the stained
wooden table
~ Andrew Otinga
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
May rain —
swollen wood floats down
the flooded river
~ Hussein Haji
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
after the storm—
bark and tree limbs
litter the street
Marylouise Knight
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
poor old woman -
the pitiless wind steals wood
one by one from her back
Ioan Marinescu-Puiu
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
all around me
trees and trees and trees and trees
but no forest
George Diefer
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
bare feet
on my bedroom's cool wood floor —
spring at last
Shelley Krause
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
lunch in the woods-
peeling back the organic
label
jeanette blain
(0,0,2) = 2 pts
Eighteenth Place — One Point
frozen bouquet—
a forlorn and shipwrecked love
wails in winter woods
purush
early summer:
young lovers walking
through the wood
Keith A. Simmonds
memories of mom...
on great grandmother's
chestnut table
Rose Marie Stutts
earth and wood cabin,
still solid
after all these years
Charlie Rossiter
boat shed eaves -
swallows build their nest
with curls of wood
Patricia Prime
end of day
sun slips into hiding
in the drowsy wood
Frances McCarthy
firewood -
a rabbit watches movements
before moving
Merrill Ann Gonzales
the walking stick
her only old-age companion...
my blind grandmother
~Patrick Wafula
Who would like an oaken desk?
I would.
Penelope Sargent
Wood carving,
love tokens for you -
purple heart
Trevor Camp
a cord of elm
split, stacked and burned
heated us twice
eric
wooden frame —
a beetle struggles
to find a dwelling place
~ Maurice Peacock
old father
on a wooden chair —
basking on the sun
~ Kisilu Peacock
chipping paint
on the wooden hut
chirping birds
anonymous
two lovers chatting
on a wooden garden bench —
breezy sunset
~ Anne Wairimu
rainy afternoon —
village girls fetch wood
to light a fire
~ Dennis Ongaki
beaver moon—
sawdust
haloes the cottonwood stump
Alan S. Bridges
bluegrass festival -
cottonwood fluff floats by
on the swollen river
Deanna Tiefenthal
No points this time, sorry
country house
the weathered branch handrail
finally cracked
Bruce Ross
the old wooden post
leans splintered covered by last
year’s vines this year’s blooms
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
let's take a walk
in the wood
bluebells are blooming
anonymous
first pinewood derby -
proudly placing 9th
in a field of nine
Carolyn Coit Dancy
the smell of cedar
preserves a lifetime
of memories
Judi Honiker
Wooden wind chimes
Wood smoke scent along the pathway
Playful breeze at dusk
James Sawers
new home
the landscaper recommends
a Japanese maple
anonymous
roadside redwood
twenty years dead
now woodpecker sculpture
Bill Hudson
The red-breasted robin
Looks high onto a tree
So much inspiration
Jeanne Fiedler
woodcutter's demand :
a handle for his axe
the tree gives its branch
vishnu kapoor
pitch dark -
bright owl eyes
burning in the wood
Virginia Popescu
paperback maple
copper curls frame
the sky
Terra Martin
Lost among fallen leaves
I touch a pine tree
to know where I am
anonymous
beat-up wood chair
to paint
or not to paint?
mechaieh
Fata Morgana
convulsions of hot air-
beer from the wood
KRZYSZTOF PL
childhood forest
full of branches—
I am full of wrinkles
ion untaru
old log home
the wood box fully stocked
by pack rats
Darrell
family tree
that cedar scent
of heirlooms
Barbara Snow
fire blaze —
wood engulfed in sparks
and protest
~ Aineah Peacock
cold night —
a watchman guarding the house
with a wooden club
~ Khadijah Rajab
all eyes
on the new wood paneling...
warm knotty pine
Elinor Pihl Huggett
whispering wind —
she burns wood on hearth stones
to keep warm
~ Beryl Achieng
mercilessly beating
a thief with bamboo sticks —
mob justice
~ Kelvin Wekesa
sandalwood cat
hand carved and finely sanded
amulet
RJ Clarken
hand-carved bird
atop teak music box
dovetailed
charlie smith
grafted
scion wood
doesn’t take
gourdmad
dog day night
coolness of the wooden floorboards
on a bathroom run
Hazel
old barn on farm
torn down for
cherry wood boards
Jim Applegate
mulberry tree turning red
ring-billed gull
picks and chooses
Stella
Peace settles like snow
on a green glade
blades of grass sleep underneath
Bushra Naqi
a dog barks
angrily and jumps
a wooden fence
~ Barrack Elung'ata
hug...
how warm you are,
old pine!
Tanya Dikova
General Comments:
I really enjoyed participating in and reading the June Kukai.
These are very hard to pick from. I like haiku so much I think I really like everyone’s works .If nothing else everyone should get points for writing these poetic gems just for the sheer enjoyment.
A mixed collection, with many different
interpretations of the theme.
Thanks, this was fun!
Very hard to narrow down from 14, initially.
The best were so good that I was forced to exclude several that I'd certainly have voted for in many another month.
This topic worked far better than the one for Kigo.