Que Vadis: Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Photo: Howard Garrett DirtDoctor.com

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

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 this...to sad....

Photo of painting taken from: Edgewort Johnstone paintings

Edgeworth Johnstone- Gallery

Odori Haiku by Fujieda Teruo

floating in the air
dancer silently move
Yokobue flute

feet slowly move
Hannamachi
air vibrating

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

grace
performed

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)

Tsuru jima; Haiku 27 august 2009

Tsurujima
sacred ground
dancing birds

Odori fan
slowly floats
in Gajin hands

Wind from sea
whisper
his name - Teruo

Shadow land
remember
his white Tabi

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

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

ricefield
ever green
in gajin mind

thousand dreams
forty years
anti clock vice

song
frog
tears

tatami
no longer
green

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:// iyuntapapa.blog.eonet.jp )

24th august 2009

quiet friend
anxiously
mailbox empty

So fare
no longer
calm waves

rice fields
ever green
eternity

frog song
hourglass
continuity

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

Haiku 22nd agust 2009

Haiku road hill
rocks
acing feet's

eastern wind
whisper
Koi upstream

bird call
forest green
empty basket

notepaper
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!

石造りの川

whirling foam
waterfall cascade
on a clear day noon

旋回の泡
滝のカスケード
快晴日の正午

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

Quiet office day Haiku

click click click
concentration
keyboard

quiet phone
restless
waiting

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.....

Wasabi Haiku by Fujieda Teruo

wasabi-peas
hot and sweet
merry-go-round

typing
autumn sound
goose plough south

summer
lost in rain
next year hopefully

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

pearl
most beautiful
grain of sand


tiny fragment
tortured shell
women pearls

thorn
in the flesh
makes me humble

Haiku by Roy Lindquist

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
costly
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
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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.
Roy

"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

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

Persimmon tree

photo:(c)Tomo.Yun (www.yunphoto.net/en/)

Persimmon tree
autumns joy
speechless

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

Railroad to Roppongi

Railroad to Roppongi station
dark night
lonesome rider

pedestrian lane
Shibuya
cobweb of passing souls


Kasumigaseiki building
people like ants
blossom dies

Count our days

Gently august wind
thousand birchtree seeds floats silently
cover my lap

oneness
this instant
nothing more

western wind
whisper my name
counted days

even garbage........

even garbage salad
own
its beauty


even the smallest star
has its place
heaven enjoy

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,
love

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.
Roy

Memory of 6th August 1945

Tortuous pinetree
bleeds
scares don't grow



august frost
distant sound
Hiroshima

Why HAIKU by Roy Lindquist

WHY HAIKU ?

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)