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August 4, 2006

lily days

Filed under: Haiku or Senryu — David Giacalone @ 11:08 pm

 

Ana and Cynthia, two of my very favorite friends, love to tend, weed and enjoy their summer flowerbeds — especially, when the lilies are blooming.  As we enter August, most lilies seem to be past peak here in Upstate New York, but their essence can often be recalled through the simple magic of haiku. 

 

daylily Fortunately, a number of my favorite haijin have filled their literary gardens with lilies for our pleasure.
 

 

 

unrelenting heat
her fingertips yellowed
with lily pollen

 

 

 

ikebana  
the space
where the lily was

 

 

October sun
a white koi surfaces
among the lilies

 

 

Pamela Miller Ness  
“unrelenting heat” & “ikebana” – from the sequence “where the lily was,” (2003)
“October sun” -  frogpond XXIX: 2 (2006)

 

 

 

distant jazz
a calla lily
catches rain

 

 

 

                                     through a maze of lilies brushstrokes of the trout

 

Peggy Lyles - from To Hear the Rain  (Brooks Books, 2002)

 

bills paid
the tiger lily
past its prime

 

 

 

hands stained
with tiger lilies
all day this heat

 

Roberta Beary 
“hands stained”- South by Southeast, (vol. 5 no. 1, 1998)
“bills paid” – Penumbra 1999

 

 

festival–
tiger lilies, princess lilies
being weighed

 

 

 

 

quietly the lilies
have bloomed…
a skylark sings

touching the princess lily’s
heart…
pure water

 

kobaysihi issa, translated by David G. Lanoue   lilyN

 

 

marsh tide
turns around
a lily

 

John Stevenson  - Upstate Dim Sum (2004/II)

 

 

just past sunset –
faded daylilies
more orange than before

 

 

 

another summer
infatuation -
orange daylilies

 

 

dagosan

 

Want more?  In July 2000, lily was the topic-kigo for the Shiki Monthly Kukai. You can see the results, which include poems by Honored Guests Hilary Tann and DeVar Dahl, here.

 

 lilyG

 

Finally, here is some fine summer poetry from our Honored Guest haijin Rebecca Lilly:

 

Mosquito netting
rises and falls –
the clarity of dusk

 

 

 

Sultry dark –
wild honeysuckle scent
from the junkyard of rusted cars

 

 

Distant thunder; faint tick
of the clock’s pendulum
. . . the evening heat

 

 

 

Cooling white wine –
the tinkle of windchimes
in the summer twilight

 

 

roses still fresh –
the doctor’s vague answers
to my questions

 

 

Rebecca Lilly  -
- from Shadwell Hills (Brook Press, 2002) 
- except, “Mosquito netting” – Mainichi News Haiku Page (No. 686, Aug. 2006); “roses still fresh” - frogpond  XXIX: 2 (2006)

 

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