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Tiring the heart--
mountains and ocean
too much beauty

time to retire
that distant place in mind
the faces on innocence
on stage
at my friend's wake house
the dominoes and cards
blue and yellow bottles
complete with water
saluting the guest
with the color of light
the cathedral gone
even the heritage
early morning awakening
the night light
sea gulls yelp
crazed dingos heralding
the rush hour
..(C) 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..mostly channeled; spirit Ram
old man's garden -
a scarecrow
with a floral dress


jardin du vieil homme -
un épouvantail
en robe à fleurs
evening commute
huge orange moon
skims the treetops
winter morning
two butterflies
warm the garden

The Heron’s Nest,Vol.XIII,No.2,June 2011


have proudly returned
let's barefoot it
..(C) 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
rising up to start the day
spaghetti breakfast


a warbler
extinguishes the silence
no ahem compares
..(C) 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
its first faded flowers
jasmine's scent


ses premières fleurs fanées
le parfum du jasmin


twilight rustle...
each tree a trombone
as my street sleeps
..(C) 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
the first cry
of our newborn baby
april blossom

Mainichi Daily News, May 20, 2011
night in the open
consumed with cricket song
we know out of millions
there's a star for us
each and everyone

Haiku Pix Review Vol 2, Spring 2011
dusk rain
washing the heat
out of the day
a dead fish
floating in the pond
yellow lilies
My street is loud with
crashing clashing colors shrieking
"It's spring! It's spring!"

praise to direct report
grows into motivation
for the rest of the shift
climbing above the shrubs
clematis flowers
wild mushrooms
in our deserted garden
wrapped in silence
we know how this coldness
lingers like cataract

jamur-jamur liar
di taman yang telantar
terbungkus sepi
dan kita tahu tentang beku
yang lekat bagai katarak

on the off chance that
the tree frogs are calling me
I warm up my scales

flight of cranes—
bridging the sea
with the sky

Editors’Choice:Second Best Award,Haiku Reality,June,2011
afternoon commute
windshield filled with tiny rainbows
after passing the fountain
in the cool of the day
whacking weeks, trimming hedges
a firefly blinks hello
in the empty
summer garden the trees
ring out the changes

see the definition for 'ring out the changes' here
fourth watch
reaching for the sheet
as the sky lightens
you keep going
in your footsteps
starflowers bloom

* * *

jatkat matkaa
jalanjälkiisi puhkeaa
a wood pigeon
and a crow calling out --
dawn chorus duet
wheel over still water
sunshine reflections
walking toward the car-
unseen honeysuckle
perfumes the night air
mugged by a gang
of sparrows  -  magpie
drops a white feather
the hare with amber eyes
jumps back in again

Publications credits: Mainichi Shimbun (May 2011)

Snapshot Press Haiku Collection eChapbook Competition

steady heat
a squirrel moves the shadows
of the leaves
holiday weekend-
the block filled with barbecue
and running children
rain drips off leaves
diamonds sparkling in sunlight
worms gathered by blackbirds
dawn chorus
a brace of wood pigeons
in conversation
cherry trees bow
for the prevailing wind
green fruit, discarded
trees shiver
in the sudden wind
doors rattle
rain drips from roofs
a sparrow takes a bath
in a blocked gutter
planning the weekend
scoping out a shady tree
to serve as my muse
counting stars
I move round
the galaxy

Credit: The Mainichi Daily News, May 25, 2011
spring fair  -
raise pink flowers to the clouds
London Pride
scent of narcissi
in the night I hear
your beauty

* * *

narsissien tuoksu
yössä kuulen kuinka
kaunis olet
first light
closing the curtains to sleep
enjoying the birdsong

Tanka..the lament

she journeyed afar
and he lamented--listen to
the willows talk
they're wishing for
rosebuds for his lips
..(C)1986/2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
..Note: previously, poem
had a staza break after L3
and "listen to" started L3
..and, possibly,
"rosebuds" ended L4
..and it was entitled: The Lament
scavaging ravens
like torn black rags -
scattered by the wind
sparrows in the hedgerow
teaching their young to forage
wood pigeon's call
late night commutes
silvermound glistens
under the half moon
through clouds
a ray pierces
the poppy's head fills with light
oriental poppy
bursts into flower
lupin, shy
Monday, Monday-
coming in not knowing
it's a 13.5 hour day
the vapor
from the river below
reaches the balcony
where he talks to
his tuberculosis
wind swept -
the trees are beckoning us
into the sky
cherries fall
in the unexpected wind
cornflowers fade
on Wimbledon Common
distant bagpipes
above the chaos
a red breasted bird
chirps joyfully
trees whipped
by a stiff north-easterly
dark clouds flung
rainwater streams
each with a crouching boy
building dams

(Cross-posted at But Wait, There's More!)
fledgling sparrows
flitting about the fields
white butterflies
all shift-
scrambling for a minute's peace
between the malfunctions

prepping for shift meeting
count to ten in japanese
to reel it in
lavender buds
poking through undergrowth
a cat, basking
red roses
tethered to an anchor
of thorns
May's morning
more calls less pecks
the woodpecker bird
mid shift break
doing the Times crossword
by moonlight
a barn owl hoots
in an urban landscape
gibbous moon, waning
mid shift break-
the sound of pelting rain
comes through a back door
fronds of monkshood
develop flowerbuds
aubretia tires

dared to burst forth
I race raindrops to welcome
the first peony

on the couch
enjoying the garden
through the window
tadpoles lose their tails
to make their first steps on land
thrushes applaud
you ask me
what rhymes
with orange
rainbow deadhead
knew nothing
two sparrows
drive off a magpie
brightly hued eggs

neighborhood ginko
the hawk seems to know
what I need
picking lemongrass
for cooking this morning
the first time
i learn not to confuse
me and my alter ego

first roses
a glossy red clot
nodding in the breeze

Photo Red Rose by cheesy42
on the wet grass
the cat with a dead sparrow
subdued chirping

Monday morning
a mom waves to the school bus
and to the hawk

Join in the global ginko! ;-)
afternoon commute
beaver sunning himself
in the neighbor's yard
Welsh poppies
open sunshine yellow heads
garden iris
dandelion clocks
to tell the time of year
doves gleaning seeds
blast from passing cars
roadside poppies
late night commute-
double moon
dances on the pond
azalea snakes
its way through the garden
sheds its skin of light
busy with thoughts I bump into a honeysuckle day
sudden growth
brought on by weekend rain
cornflowers occluded
exactly in between
my nightmare and the rain
a door open

tepat di antara
hujan dan mimpi burukku
pintu terbuka
honesty seeds
are bright green pennies
coins tossed in the pond
spring journey
the soldiers talk about
spotty teenagers
blue cornflowers
dancing with tutus for the sun
morning rain, drying
14 hour shift
walking outside
to view the day
on a stinging nettle leaf
- lotus position


une coccinelle
sur une feuille d'ortie
- position du lotus
wood pigeon
calls out the dawn chorus
crow's raucous shout
late night commute-
deer freezes in my headlights
its mate on the curb
morning breeze lifts
white sheets on the line --
gnarled fingers clutching clothes pins
morning rains
freshen the leaves of perennials
ripples on the pond
too tired to sleep-
enjoying the early birsong
lilac twists
in a sudden breeze
sparrow flight falters
new spring outfit
pollen filigree
draping the car
around the dead tree -
a pool of blue bells
sweet peas
scramble upwards
SFH Day 2
planning tomorrow's gardening
for mental diversion
lightning strikes
i hold my breath for
the afterimage

petir menyambar
aku menahan nafas
silau sesaat
Table manners

I was probably the clumsiest among others in my family at holding the spoon and fork. Unlike Mom, Dad, my sisters and brothers, I held the cutlery like holding a knife, instead of the way I took a grip on a pen. We didn't use a knife to savour a dish.

"Use your bare hands," my Mom said almost each and every evening when we had dinner with the whole family. "Wash them first before you start," my Mom added and moved a ceramic bowl of water towards me for hand washing.

family dinner
chinese dancer dances
in my bowl

Adab di meja makan

Dibanding anak-anak lainnya dalam keluarga kami, mungkin aku yang paling canggung menggunakan sendok dan garpu. Selalu saja aku memegang sepasang alat itu dengan cara yang aneh. Aku memegang sendok dan garpu seperti aku memegang pisau, bukan pena. Padahal, kami tak pernah menggunakan pisau untuk makan.

“Gunakan saja kedua tanganmu, tapi jangan lupa cuci dulu,” kata ibu.

makan malam
penari china menari
di kobokanku
a spot of blue in the green
enjoying the moonlight
walking to the car
a paper kite
colors gargantuan clouds
lonely pilgrim
places where our stories
written and remain untold

layangan kertas
mewarna awan gargantuan
ziarah sendiri
muasal kisah kita yang
ditulis tak dituturkan
coats a long-dead apple tree
ivy and nightshade

of the still pond -
mallard and mandarin

Photo Mandarin Duck by paulafunnell
May Day
a blackbird skirts the choice
of blossoms

May Writing Challenge, NaHaiWriMo FB 
strawberry flowers
points of white on green
this Easter - azaleas
sun drenched – there are
a million ways to love

Details of an Arts Weekend in New Malden, Greater London, Surrey

Saturday, April 30, 2011

spring, garden awakes
black earth tumbles and tumbles
robins are happy
the Rowan trees
display clusters of flowers
blackbirds seek grass seeds
forgotten glasses
on the table of the garden -
pollen dust


lunettes oubliées
sur la table du jardin -
poussière de pollen
lettuce leaves curl slightly inward
under the moonlight

Walpurgis Night

This night
we will fight
a true battle of might
against all evil – a need-fire
we light
last quarter
I save up for a chin of gold
and a new moon

4am moonrise
your chin of gold, and me
tucked in bed

I shine your chin of gold
and dimities of blue

from the lunar surface
the universe my shoe

4 x Moon haiku inspired by Emily Dickinson for the last day of NaPoWriMo
late night commute
two deer romp
in a construction zone


at Master's feet
first steps


first fruits
warm sunshine
on them
hornbeams and maples
Milton echoes all around
Westminster Abbey

Royal Wedding April 29th 2011
Prince William & Kate Middleton 

Royal Wedding video feeds:

Trees in Westminster Abbey:

Westminster Abbey:

20ft-high English field maples, six in total, along with two hornbeams.
The hornbeam is known for being extremely hard and is said to symbolise resilience. The English field maple is said represent humility and reserve. It is the favoured wood used for harp making and it is also used to create medieval loving cups.

John Milton, possibly the world’s most accomplished poet:

spring dawn
in my pajamas watching
the royal wedding
grey clouds gather
to watch the Royal Wedding
silent streets
weeping bamboos
i start showing my children
how to haiku

rintihan bambu
nak, lihat bagaimana
haiku ditulis
don't trust the cat
her eyes green the earth
with anti-matter
Part of Alan's gendai haiku challenge for NaPoWriMo

from one sustained gust
I walk a petal-strewn path
your life torn from me

another soggy day
flats full of flowers
wait to be planted
on the front lawn
next door's black cat
family rite of spring-
reminding the siblings
"two weeks to mother's day"...

azaleas still
unfolding the colour of
turmeric and saffron

Photo Azaleas Richmond Park by Sibisson
field of dreams
an unborn child's colour
isn't rapeseed

gendai haiku challenge for NaPoWriMo
potted tulips
wilted from the heat
the winds shepherds clouds
blue cornflowers
hold their heads to the sun
ants and bees
today I glimpsed
the dandelion's ghost
before it disappeared
May blossom
in the cemetery
white lilac
the little bee
gathering each daisy -
I'll mow tomorrow


la petite abeille
de pâquerette en pâquerette -
je tondrai demain
starlight and memory
the wink of a one-eyed dog
as it sneezes
waiting for the sunshine
clouds promise rain
Dreams of traveling
often ends staying home
my love is set on Crete
rotating shifts-
internal clock reset
by early birdsong
pink bluebells
bloom on a roadside verge
white lilac
Enjoying tree blossom
eagerly awaiting
the plum tree fruit
why not blossom?
even on a rainy day
azaleas –
God's toy of colour
plays with red
a rainbow laid flat
upon the earth
in the meadow
a sea of dandelions
sunny day
taking the long way
to the car

Tired Of Life

I grow tired of it
the living of day to day
I hear the mourning dove

so sad so alone
he searches for a true love
and yet can find none
along the riverside
Lenten robes
of purple lilac
motorbike roar
stretching out into the night
birdsong in the dark
in the rain
creeping closer
spring, you

* * *

lähelle hiipivä
kevät, sinä
Hitler's birthday
a withered daffodil
stares at the sun
aquilegia flowers
raise purple petals skyward
delicate rosemary
hope springs eternal
the mechanics one day
will ask for help
Why do
we live from day
to day in endless quest
for wealth, while we forget to tend
our soul?

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves
tulip petals fall
a delicate blush
of spirea
Awakening moon
pregnant with the new month
foxes on the street
azaleas cloaked
in fleeting summer robes -
maroon and indigo
nesting in the hedge
next door's dog, barking
amongst the daisies
tiny flecks of speedwell
reflect the sky
loew's garden section
red throated bird
chirps in the rafters

Building A Temple of Colour

April at
the still pond - each day
asaleas are building
their temple of colour

Photograph Isabella Plantation by Fred Dawson
cherry blossoms
the Vietnam Wall remembers
their names
morning commute
open cherry blossoms
outside the plant door
bedecked in white and purple
petrol-winged starlings
willows sprout fresh ribbons --
young girls on a lark

azalea sleeps
in its bed of green -
wakes to magenta

Photo Magenta Azalea by Olaf
grey doves on rooftops
melt into overhead clouds
cherry blossom snow
morning walk
rain slicked hyacinths
dance in the breeze
green azaleas
ghosts in grey morning mist
emerging scarlet
magenta and crimson
in the growing light
pear tree
covered in white blossom
apple branches
rainy night
screech of tires and high beams
bid me to stop now
Written in my heart—
a frog beneath the thin snow
waiting for spring thaw.
a sparrow
on the dead branch of a bay tree
culinary displeasure
morning drive
fog billowing on the river
two geese emerge
purple azaleas
unfolding - a thousand
butterfly wings
purple honesty
self-seeded in a kitchen pot
matching aubretia
sunshine through new leaves
a row of tulips in the undergrowth
red helmeted soldiers
old apple tree -
the sound of a saw fills
the empty space


vieux pommier -
le bruit d'une scie emplit
l'espace vide
the pear tree
is covered in blossom
no sign of bees

Something Light

these pyjamas
are more summery
shut the window
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
spring harbingers
two birds cavort
in my front lawn
Cherry blossom,
too much beauty... for a heart--
to bear alone
forsythia covered bushes
fill the world
the azalea flower
the way it carries the burden
of a bumble bee
on warm winds
the smell of green --
earthworm carves a trail
white Honesty
blossoms in the circle
blue Lungwort blooms
mall run
throughout the parking lot
the scent of fresh manure
a cherry tree
through the gap in the curtains
an urban fox
camellia blossoming  -
a hundred throats
cherry petals
become a cloud of pink snow
compost worms dance
morning ginko
first daffodils lift their heads
and enjoy spring
magnolia petals
scattered in the garden
like happiness
yellow tulips
reflect the morning sun
plum blossom
one hundred
thundering bullfrogs
rock the pond
pollen covers
the pictures in my camera
spring in Georgia
April wind -
on the edge of the path
dandelions dance


brise d'avril -
sur le bord du chemin
les pissenlits dansent
white flowers
on the new plum sapling
wormwood's plumes
a cold wind
dries off the night's rain
angry-faced pansies
a test to see if there are line breaks
chore filled morning-
nothing done was on the list
break to watch spring snow
Poisson d’Avril
I gain the pirate's flag
on my blog counter

Part of NaPoWriMo
deer's look
my eyes behind
the camera
rain patters
on the roof of the bike shed
the smell of wet dogs
morning commute
watching the sun
rise over the dashboard
the sun
between dark clouds
pigeons roosting
hard shift's end
waiting to have blood drawn
then a Starbucks run
a cool breeze brings
overnight misting rain
thrushes gather worms
back in the plant-
doing end of shift reports
while the sun rises
three koi
in endless circles
pollarded trees
grasp at the lowered clouds
chaffinch song
river waters
running high --
crescent moon caught
we dance
down daffodil lane
once more
cherry blossom
bright against fresh bronze leaves
sparrows dance
Summer Time -
where did I put the booklet
of the sundial ?


heure d'été -
où ai-je rangé la notice
du cadran solaire ?
cooler weather
brings the return of coats
muffled walkers
plum blossoms
making me drunk—
give me more!
sullen sky
over a flowering viburnum
forsythia fades


days into spring,
lumps of snow still remain--
here and there
I gaze out the window
my lovers, all, slowly faded too
..(C)2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony;
reaching into the poet's heart
a red tulip
is joined by several yellow ones
daffodils fade
morning ginko
daffodils begin to bud
above the spring snow
old cola can
a splash of red in the garden
riverside forsythia:
underwater caverns
spring sunshine
on the old stones of Arbor Low
cloud shadows
the moon, bright
through a gap in the curtains
cats fighting
weekend treats-
first of this year's garden goodies
new found Asian market
early sunlight
streams through the window
the cat wants breakfast
mediocrity fini--life,
parading women
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
a breeze
fresh like the blossom
then stillness
white clouds
of cherry blossoms
of smoke

* * *

the earthquake ravaged country
sad spring moon
tinged  the colour of sorrow
faded cherry blossom
fills the gap
between the flowers

The Heron’s Nest,Vol.XIII,No.1,March 2011
gardens on the edge
of the railroad -
forsythias in bloom


jardins en bordure
de la voie ferrée -
les forsythias en fleur
weeping blossoms
the uprooted tree adrift
after the tsunami
morning chores
first plant run of the season
the smell of manure
melting snow
the old pine gingerly
limbers up
lively ants
on her kitchen table
and in the sink

a sparrow
pecks at the aubretia
aphids already?
heart chakra
today I feel the need
to water magnolias
damp clings
to the shrubs and trees
muted songs
apricot blossom
maybe this year
is the one
mist becomes rain
catkins on the alder trees
turn brown
shrouded in mist
pollarded trees grasp the sky
eyelashes, heavy with rain
stretching over
the raging waters
a branch of bright cherry buds

(for Japan's sadness)
the sun reflects
from a garden full of frost
iced primulas
dawn chorus
I lie awake in the dark
solar lights
sparkle in the night garden
morning frost
a future waterfall
bursts dancing pinheads
into new angel DNA

gendai verse
A possible 1000 people have lost lives.  This is truly horrible, and thankfully due to Government preparations over the years, it could have easily been ten times that number.
My thoughts go out to everyone in Japan, including my haikai literature colleagues.
japan tsunami
short question in my prayer
god, falling asleep?

*Deepest sympathy for the victims of Japan tsunami
shop-bought violets
lift up their angry faces
compost heap thrushes
smooth cherry bark
studded by nodules of fresh leaves
sparrows in sunshine
deep droning
from the motorway
a lark sings
afternoon rhapsody
perpetual cry of

rapsodi siang
garengpung di dahan turi
terus berdengung
little sparrow
I regret nothing today
flowers in the wind

A homage to La Môme Piaf  

the bones of trees
shaking in the gusting wind
sparrows bowled along

water water every where

water water every where
black cat
turns to look -
yellow of daffodils
i've learned about
the meaning of being alone
if only you're here
you'd know my new friends
a tremor and a poetry book

sudah kupelajari
arti hidup menyendiri
jika kau ada
kenalilah teman-teman baruku
tremor dan buku puisi
hard spikes of grass
whitened by morning frost
sparrows on the roof
daffodil spikes
show their first yellow slivers
currants flush pink
let it snow
isn't it almost spring
hand me a flake
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
sparrows cheep
in the hour before dawn
dogs snore


the promise of spring
forgives the divine plan, to chart
fallen leaves
and igloo weather
our lips bubble, rootlike
..Copyright 2011 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
blackbird hen
on the bird table
sparrows glower
no sunshine
penetrates the stratus
seagulls on the playground

sweet smoke

labial folds of tulip leaves
among last year's withered browns
variegated arum

soaking up
after the monsoon rains
--scent of frangipani
perfumed air
melts the heart
that aches
green fuzz
blankets the willow withies
morning mist
spring -
yellow blossom tree
eyes full of sleep
and wonder
stark black butterfly
 sucks the pluot's white blossoms
Death attends the dance
Feral daffodils
 defy the landscaper's plan
 botany snubs art