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| Introduction Haiku, by its very nature, is concerned with awakenings. The form itself is born out of an awakening of our senses within a moment or experience. It could be argued, then, that haiku, a form of poetry so reliant upon nature and its seasons, experiences its most significant awakening when nature itself is stirring. After the long Winter, haiku finally bursts into bloom. 3LIGHTS is delighted to present work from an abundance of blossoming writers this Spring. And whilst this exhibition brings together a fine example of English-language haiku from around the world, each with their own depictions of the season, I hope that it acts as a starting point for the creation of new Spring haiku for 2007. Don't just read. Write. Liam Wilkinson, March 2007 |
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| life erupts moaning masking the scream of blade on blade spring garden buzzes JENNI MEREDITH |
| blackbird tugs season’s first worm dies young CATHERINE EDMUNDS |
| First Bloom Defeating winter, Hope bursts from barren branches, paints itself across the land. DALLAS D’ANGELO-GARY |
| First Kiss Jack's last cold tickle dusts green leaves silver even under Sun's first kiss. SARAH WAGNER |
| in first full bloom the apricot tree—joy in me still GEORGE SWEDE |
| bay window reflection the first daffodils blooming from my head LIAM WILKINSON |
| Little by little small sounds return to the garden hummingbirds feasting MARTIN WILLITTS, JR. |
| collecting on lawn building materials nest preparations JENNI MEREDITH |
| two turtle doves walk along a church roof a wedding today CATHERINE EDMUNDS |
| Songs of Spring Ice succumbs to sun, spring stains green across the pond frogs begin to sing DALLAS D’ANGELO-GARY |
| apple blossom petals reminiscent of recent snowflakes twirling gently to earth DEE LITTLE |
| autumn waits behind roots cracking care home wall outside spring blossoms JENNI MEREDITH |
| A moment is held when dew gathers on a leaf becoming invisible MARTIN WILLITTS, JR. |
| green man winks nature goes insane with lust CATHERINE EDMUNDS |
| The splish-splash of rain jitterbugs on fresh-mowed grass – worms ring the dance floor CAROL CARPENTER |
| When cherry blossom leaves drop to the ground they turn - gold sunshine reflect DIANE ANDREWS |
| Haiku It’s the same emptiness, of Basho and Eluard. A hopping grasshopper. JARED WAHLGREN |
| The lawn needs mowing. What? Already? But surely… Yes. That time again. CATHERINE EDMUNDS |
| A freight train rolls by and I stop to watch pink blossoms shiver PAMELA WILLIAMS |
| priceless art of spring cherry blossom opening brief exhibition JENNI MEREDITH |
| Tide Fingers of foam creep across half buried boulders feeding the molluscs F.I. GOLDHABER |
| Night rests on the sea while the moon writes a song -- shadows tap dance PAMELA WILLIAMS |
| Copyright for each poem featured in this exhibition remains with the authors. Reprinting and publishing of any of the poems featured here is strictly prohibited. For further information, please contact 3LIGHTS. |
| FULL BLOOM : Haiku for Spring A 3LIGHTS Gallery Exhibition Curator : Liam Wilkinson |
| White-chalk vapor trails linger in the blue, blue sky - jets rattle the day CAROL CARPENTER |
| Crows clutch cable wires unleashing their mulberry poop - installation art CAROL CARPENTER |
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