Monday, 16 November 2009

Only once; a Haiku of life by Roy Lindquist

winter glory
coral dew
gone tomorrow

like vice

we meet
in a moment
just now
This is only at this moment we live, and only in this moment we meet. Tomorrow is not borne. Thanks my friend!

Monday, 19 October 2009

Stare of Bethlehem: by Roy Lindquist

( click  on photo to enlarge)

thousand stars
in the never ending universe
child enjoy

thousand stars
old mans fear

boat of life
need direction
stare of Bethlehem

I am tired of searching all the answerers, the "Old book" still is the leading stare in the universe of all the questions in the world. There is so many "is-ems" like atheism...but all is about beliefs. Those who say: I dont belief there  is any God, they too own there own belief. Atheism is a belief too! If you believe in "nothing", then that's your belief...its a belief, ore your sort of religion...emptiness .

This is an English haiku ( not Japanese)

Monday, 12 October 2009

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Sunrise of hope?; Haiku by Roy Lindquist

breath of life
tiny thread of silk
any tomorrow

forest path
footsteps left behind

dust to dust
autumn comes
was I here

sunrise of hope
morning glory
raise from grave
by Roy Lindquist

Monday, 5 October 2009

Days in darkness; Haiku by Roy Lindquist

mist of joy
cure the bitterness
of vastest life

universe breath
in totality
suzumushi song

closed eyes
listen in the darkness
life complied

I have had days of sorrow and days in darkness, the loss of my dog was more difficult than I first thought. Life looked dark and sky was hidden and I found it hard to continue writing. Then I had to think of the glory of life just in a tiny insect....

Monday, 21 September 2009

My Dog`s death "Oscar" 2000 -2009, a Haiku

time shared
years of joy ended
 love complited

like a shadow
 friend never left one ince
two in one

green plains
and snowy winter
enjoyed togehter

left is
only your empty basket

My dog Oscar, walked as my dearest friend along my side every day, trusting complitely in me. He was sick, but dident know that I had to take him to the Vet and put him down. This was hurting me totaly...and will still do a long time. Yes, it hurts very much.....words is empty at this state of mind.....

Friday, 18 September 2009

Ikebana - death; Haiku......

all life
is sacred
tiny flower

death occurs
when the stem of the flower

admiration of death

- - - - - - -

gentle waltz
early autumn leaf's
 distant admiration

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

As I am getting older, I feel all life is sacred, and even cutting flower's make me feel I shorten a life I am not allowed to do.
Its possible this is very controversial to say, but I cant stop thinking of it...
We admire a beautiful flower arrangement like Ikebana, but what do we really admire.....
I like better then Bonzai ( perhaps ) ....

This is unique I think ...a blue
( borrowed photo)

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Noh - mask; -haiku by Fujieda Teruo


 people passing
  grey grocery store
why smile

glued faces
Noh masks gallery

long gone

crush masks

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Monday, 14 September 2009

Haiku: Suzumushi song

Suzumushi Temple, Kyoto
110 days
content every minute
what a joy

your song
and rest

no greed
adequate life
what more
written by Roy L.

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Precious gift: Haiku by Roy Lindquist

fresh air
after evenings rain
insect sound

traffic noise
toil the garden wall
steal harmony

modern life
poor of night sound beauty
sunk in poverty

my little bell cricket
precious gift

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist

Painting: Dan Sekikawa, Tokyo 2009
From dust to dust:

leaf's change
red - yellow -brown
northern wind whisper
end of time
sleep my friend

death leaf
cover the ground
child playfully fly his kit
autumn blue sky

don't cry
death leaf
once a playful soul
life accomplished
earth still young

molecule dance
in orbit sky
never ending glory
from dust to dust
don't be sorry

Monday, 7 September 2009

Mothers last song: Tanka by Roy Lindquist

page turned back
joy and pain
once a child
dancing marry-go-round

mountain hidden
fog so thick
eye stare - vain fore glimpse
mothers smile
searching fore plum blossom

autumns leaf's
tree nearly bare
hiding footsteps of the child
who once
was there

switched on memories
flash of a forgotten smile
heart taken pain
teardrop in wrinkled hand

mothers grave
moss covered stone
suzumushi ring the bell
call fore memento
old love lies deep
My Mother Ruth died 1963

Friday, 4 September 2009

Suzumushi Haiku: by Roy Lindquist

little cricket
sweet a sound
ring his bell

distant shore
waiting patiently
friend so dear

restless night
empty cage
Suzumushi lullaby

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist

Butterfly in winterland:

joyfull child
across the field
catching butterfly in here hands
memories vague
Okinawa long gone

last path
sunshine gracefully ride
on mountain top
last remains
in a white box

silent walk
to resting place
winter land far away
Okinawa long gone
forgotten child

Butterfly in winter land
carried in my hand
last path
in deep silence
white chrysanthemum

Today I carried the ash of a women from Okinawa to here grave in Norway at a funeral. I feelt deep sorrow and thought of here childhood back in Japan. Given the honor to carry it the last footsteep down to the restingplace beside here son who drowned sixteen years ago...
Lonesome, but not forgotten - she was a Butterfly in winterland

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Tanka ( poem): by Roy Lindquist

crows chase
eagle in laud coarse
rainclouds hang dark
above the hut
poet rise his head wondering

borne in winter month
life affected by darkness
death always
cast shadow
on writers mind

crowded graveyard
still waiting
for the sun to shine
crows gathered
waiting for poets hand to rest

This is my first attempt to write Tanak.
I know the poem is a bit depressing, but
this is something that is always hanging
over my head as a shadow....
Its written after a real episode yesterday.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Why care: Haiku by Roy Lindquist

little blossom
in the shadow
big trees
written words
disappeared into space
no readers
tree grow
no taller than its

Monday, 31 August 2009

Que Vadis: Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Photo: Howard Garrett

emerald beetle

crossing busy road
hurry friend

strong armour
become rusty
life waste away

water drops
disappear in my palm
nothing everlasting

serenade song
whisper through rain
Que Vadis

Sunday, 30 August 2009

Memories of "Kimiko" 2009; Haiku by Roy L

Memories of "Kimiko" 2009:

sunrise born
died in frozen world
distant shore

tears empty
fruit of life long gone
left alone

no grave
can bury sorrow
shadows flowers

once a dream
smashed by life so dear
no stars

I was sad when I learned that a Japanese women died a few days ago in Norway. I knew here, and here sad story. Here name is different from the original in my writing because of the family, but the story is true.
Once a smiling japanese girl, who fell in love with a seaman from the land of the Northsea, far away from here home. Here dream was all broken, and everything went wrong. Son drowned in young age, divorsed and left alone in a winterland with strangers. Here grave will be nexst to here son. I belive there is many such "dreams" that ende like sad....

Photo of painting taken from: Edgewort Johnstone paintings

Edgeworth Johnstone- Gallery

Friday, 28 August 2009

Odori Haiku by Fujieda Teruo

floating in the air
dancer silently move
Yokobue flute

feet slowly move
air vibrating

dark blue stage
Oshiroi (white powder)
kimono sleeve - touch cherry lips

in silence

In memmories of my student days in the art of Odori and my teacher Matsusoga Fujima in 1967-69.
(photo is just a borrowed icon of Odori History page)

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Tsuru jima; Haiku 27 august 2009

sacred ground
dancing birds

Odori fan
slowly floats
in Gajin hands

Wind from sea
his name - Teruo

Shadow land
his white Tabi

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Distant song...... 26th august 2009

ever green
in gajin mind

thousand dreams
forty years
anti clock vice


no longer

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Thise Haiku are from real experience in Japan in 1969, not far from Kamakura. I was staying in the country side, and below the house was ricefields and frogsong. I often think of that time and whish I could turn the clock back and once more listen to the song and watch the green rice fields....the dream of return of that moment recalls tears in my eyes.
(photo borrowed from: http:// )

Monday, 24 August 2009

24th august 2009

quiet friend
mailbox empty

So fare
no longer
calm waves

rice fields
ever green

frog song
Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Saturday, 22 August 2009

Haiku 22nd agust 2009

Haiku road hill
acing feet's

eastern wind
Koi upstream

bird call
forest green
empty basket

no ink
no word

The Haiku road can be difficult uphill, stony and rocky towards the plain in the open landscape. I often need a cane to support me. My friend Hiruta Hidenori in Akita International Haiku Network, has been a great help and inspiration towards my writing. many thanks to him!

Wednesday, 19 August 2009


whirling foam
waterfall cascade
on a clear day noon


near my home is a small river called "Steinelva" Stoneriver, and the last days its been very busy, because of all the rain. But yesterday its was a shining and clear day, and the river was impressive

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Quiet office day Haiku

click click click

quiet phone

dog asleep
wireless music
days counted

draft from north
silent mountain
dew chill

sometimes days are gray, nothing particularly happens. Only one sad thing;- my dog have soon be put to sleep by the veterinary, because he is sick and old.....

Monday, 17 August 2009

Wasabi Haiku by Fujieda Teruo

hot and sweet

autumn sound
goose plough south

lost in rain
next year hopefully

moss swelling green
Gene Kelly
...singing in the rain

most beautiful
grain of sand

tiny fragment
tortured shell
women pearls

in the flesh
makes me humble

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Diving for the"Pearl" at Fuko......we all want to find it

Futo harbor
challenge waves
costly pearl

Futo harbor on a rainy day
challenge death
for pearl most costly

sound of waves
deep sea
pearl divers risk

sound of waves from open sea
deep breath
will you return once more

pearl neckles
thousend graves

pearl necklace
price forgotten
- thousand graves

silent song
forgotten tears
Futo shore

Atsumaru silent song
composed of tears
sisters long gone.

Haiku by Roy Lindquist
- - - - - -

they carried the joy and sorrows
of those living living with the sea
......I immersed myself in there world
Iwase Yoshiyuki 1983

Fuko Harbor

We are all seaching and diving for "The pearl", to find what can make our lives worth living...but the price might be very high.

Saturday, 15 August 2009

"My grandmother house" by Fujieda Teruo

old lodging
even poor
reach heavenly sky

the old grandma's lodging

even poor
by love reach the heavenly sky
memory of a child

grandmothers love
don´t disguise
true richness

nor rich nor poor
old mothers love
don't disguise true richness

poor shed
unconditional love
child don't forget

mansion ore poor women's shed
love has same condition
in the heart of a grandchild

My grandmother was not rich, she lost here home during the ww2, and husband too. The house was bought of the natziz. But she learned me that love overcome everyting and put wealth and poor doom in the shadow... my Japanese touch of this my memories are made and coverted into a Japanese setting, which is half fiction and mostly true. But the real thing happend in Norway.
Roy Lindquist

Friday, 14 August 2009

Katakoto and Dôshin - Haiku by Roy

sophisticated words
in abstract dance
float ahead into the sky

innocent child
play with words
so easy that even an adult smile

words create pictures
man remember in pictures
and the words dies

I have learned that man thinks in pictures, explain in words to replica his own thought to another individual, who then again store an image in his own photo library. When more defuse the messages are, then the picture can change totally and become quit different than from the original.
I agree some think this is the art of the intellectuals, the high class art for the "upper circle" of artists and public!
There is a saying in the bible: "If you don't become like a child, you will not enter into the heaven"....
I have worked for many years with children and adults in preaching the Gospel in Sunday school and Churches and learned that if you speak to an audience as to a child, everyone will understand. But if you try to be very intellectually and very sophisticated, trying to overcome another intellectual preacher and his speech, you end up in the sky and over the head of the listener. Making pictures gets more complicated.
Which poem and which speeches do you remember most? That's the one you have the clearest picture to store in your mind.

Please read about this issue on my Blog ( thoughts by Professor Tsubouchin Nenten) click

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Persimmon tree

photo:(c)Tomo.Yun (

Persimmon tree

autumns joy

thousand lanterns
on a single tree
breathless moment

Only God can
draw its beauty
on a piece of paper
Haiku by Fujieda Teruo
Roy Lindquist

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Railroad to Roppongi

Railroad to Roppongi station

dark night
lonesome rider

pedestrian lane
cobweb of passing souls

Kasumigaseiki building
people like ants
blossom dies

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Count our days

Gently august wind
thousand birchtree seeds floats silently
cover my lap

this instant
nothing more

western wind
whisper my name
counted days

Friday, 7 August 2009

even garbage........

even garbage salad
its beauty

even the smallest star
has its place
heaven enjoy

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Right now...we live; Haiku

under same sky
simultaneously breath
you and me

swallows gathers
on telephone string
listen to conversation of blind people

Crows and seagull
discuss latest news
from the buzzing waves

no roses
roe-deer happily guilty
empty garden

no dream can catch
two dancing butterflies,

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Memories from 2-20-9. Mita Minato-ku. Tokyo

Green shadows
old Lady write haiku in the tiny house
distant sound from Koto

Fujieda Teruo

I dont know if there is a house today in 2-20-9, mita, minato-ku, Tokyo
but my soul is still in remembrance of a good friend, which I will always remember.
I can still hear the distant voice, and koto music.

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Memory of 6th August 1945

Tortuous pinetree
scares don't grow

august frost
distant sound

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Why HAIKU by Roy Lindquist


Life is like
footsteps in wet snow
gone tomorrow

There is so much beauty in this world, and most of the most observation we do, is small tiny pictures of a second who is like a shooting star and can only be catched in a poem like Haiku.

I feel I am like a Koi ( Japanese goldfish) swimming in a small pond alone, and my only company is the sky above the surface of the water...more like a lonely poet.

I fall in love of Haiku by a New Year card from my friend in Japan who wrote in Kanji shodo some years ago.

Haiku words is dancing elegant on the paper in the most beautiful writing that gives words the dobble artistic feeling, first for the eye and then for the ear, and at last for the mind ( read; heart)

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Thanks to Mr Isao Shinozaki - translator

My friend Mr Isao Shinozaki, teacher and mentor has helped me with translation to Japanese characters of my Haiku.
I am very grateful for his help which is of great value for me.
Domo Arrigato

Fujieda Teruo

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