Van Gogh pretending same sunflower painted

Bones – Journal for Contemporary Haiku. Issue No. 14

days in the sun...
father and daughter
on a tandem swing

lupine
the deeper blues
from my childhood

not listening
to my body again
riptide

estranged
an olive branch parts
the fog

Antiques and Collectables
 
Walking along a downtown street, a window caught my eye. “Antiques and Collectables” read the sign above. There was a rocking chair, a baby carriage, a chair just right for a child, a glass lamp, a toy car, a pretty little doll, figurines, old magazines, and faded photographs. Old things, sentimental things, all cherished possessions once.
 
clock on the wall
ticking away the time
gone forever

Dan Hardison lives in Wilmington, North Carolina. Dan is a writer, photographer, and  artist working primarily in pencil, pastels, and woodblock printmaking. His poetry has been published in multiple publications. Dan's  the editor of the book "Life's Journey, Collected Essays and Poems" by George W. Jones.

The haiga editor's comment:

In reading Dan’s haiku, I notice that each one continues to float my mind in a lingering breeze of pondering. Without complication, his work remains delicately engaging yet causative. The images are carefully chosen and combined with gentle, thought provoking haiku for an enjoyable viewing and reading experience.

Dan Hardison resides in Wilmington, North Carolina (USA). He is a writer, photographer, and an artist. His work has appeared in multiple online and print publications. He is also the editor of the book "Life's Journey, Collected Essays and Poems" by George W. Jones.

spring garden
the color returns
to her cheeks

winner - Polish International Haiku Competition 2017
also published in a hole in the light: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku 2018 ( Red Moon Press, 2019)

a glow of stillness
egret in the pond
at twilight

rabbit tracks
through an old patch of snow-
spring moon


the wind
outside
inside
the teapot


border patrol siren—
a strand of rosary beads
falls into dust


passing travelers—
the evening sunlight
in their wine

tower bell
only the kids look up
to hear it

slap of a beaver's tail
I wake into his
morning


catching words
in this windy day
a poem comes and goes

the traffic home
from the hospital
winter rainbow

violins
at his remembrance service
that old portrait

autumn leaves scattering
my younger self skips
to school

reindeer antlers
on the car behind me
my red nose

prickly pine cone
she doesn’t return
the hug

the name left off
the gravestone
her dog’s ashes

weeds after rain
a mailbox filled
with medical bills

winter camellia
my walker unsteady
on the flagstones

bulbs dormant
in this bare planter
colorful dreams

alone . . .
a great blue heron
fills up the sky

one feeder
the aerial dance
of hummingbirds

weeping willows
guarding spring winds
lily pads

scarecrow
covered in spiderwebs
nightfall

darting through
a neon puddle-
bird shadows

drifting here under moon debris under

river wind meeting an owl's hoot

atonal tin can tapping nerves

only shadows allowed between

mind in mind outside the bark

moon print pissing on a tree limb

late autumn
the sunset sketches
a flamingo

falling moon
the calligraphy
of shadows

autumn palette
a red truck dangles
from the oak

transparent
her words hanging
in moonlight

tsunami –
the swirls of poppy dolls  
and children

Don Baird is an internationally known martial arts teacher and poet. He specializes in eastern poetry forms such as haiku, tanka, haiga and haibun. He is moderator of the Simply Haiku Yahoo Group Workshop.

memories
those restless gallops
in the wind
shouts of children playing tag
under the stars near the moon

the loss
of you from my pillow
a sleepy hollow
where thoughts drum along
with the beggar down the alley

her eyes
limpid in the white lights
of a Ferris Wheel
stopped at the starlit crest
kissing the moonlight

Don Baird is an internationally known martial artist with a passionate love for haiku, tanka, haiga, haibun, and renga. He is moderator for the Simply Haiku Yahoo online workshop, and an author of a book of poetry. He has placed 3rd twice in a row at the Kusamakura International Haiku Contest. He is well published and has recently released his latest book, Haiku Wisdom (Met Press - Modern English Tanka).

with our love
we fill a bucket
to the brim
on this ink-dark night
it spills out stars

childhood meadow
where I learned
to soothe myself
in the slowed time
of whispering grasses

sacrifice
two hundred thousand
and counting

eye to eye
with a blackbird
we discuss breakfast

moonlight
on their faces
soft focus

finger painting
on blue jeans
blackberry picking

sipping tea
in cupped hands
her bone china

contemplating
the tip of my nose
a state of zen

upping my meds
more snow
in the forecast

the jeweler
explains her return policy
first frost

red clay
shaking the sunset
from my boots

empty fields
through frost lace on the glass—
silent night

C-U Haiku, The News-Gazette, 12.09.18

cicada holes—
after so many years
what’s left behind

Hedgerow #128, Summer 2019