Sunday, March 27, 2016

Weekly Romanian Kukai no. 436

First Place – Petru-Ioan Gârda

cherry trees in bloom –
in the house grandma
putting out more lights

Second Place – Vasile Conioşi-Mesteşanu

April frost -
grandma’s kerchief over
a few branches

Third Place –Cezar Ciobîcă

train station in ruins -
a new born lamb
on the dead line

Third Place – Valeria Tamaş

searching in vain
for the tree of my childhood -
stumps everywhere...

Mention – Ion Cuzuioc

doves at the window –
getting yellow in the sunlight
the pile of letters

Mention – Magda Vlad

hidden moon –
white petals scattered on the ground
showing the way

Mention – Dan Norea

white in the mirror -
but where are the snows
of yesteryear?

Mention – Ana Drobot

lightly tapping the rhythm –
opening up slowly
the magnolias

Mention – Ioana Bud

the girl’s tresses
smelling of lilies of the valley -
first date

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Comment for a winning haiku in Romanian Monthly Kukai March 2016

stall in the market –
over yesterday’s news
piles of nettles

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

Right from the first reading, this poem caught my eyes. And it bit me. The nettle could not do otherwise. Especially when it is caught in the mood of the local environment. Through an expressive touch: the stall in the market place. Coming proudly into the foreground. 

The newsprint, for the poem speaks about it even if it does not name it, has always had a universal use in the countryside: as wrapping paper, as an improvisation for a tablecloth, to put in the home’s window to stop the bleaching light of the sun and even as an avant la lettre replacement of toilet paper. The pragmatic benefit of the support has far exceeded the need and respect for everyday information.

With some piety and with a strange national pride, you can see in the nettles, the true, native, specific virtues of the place. Slightly undermined by the miser-like air of the spring herbs  advanced to the rank of early vegetables (which obviously refresh the blood). G. Valer Pop, offering each time a multimedia presentation for the winning poems of Romanian Monthly Kukai, chose a brilliant photo for this poem.

The faces of the three women, although they have a very different expression, are a perfect comment for the poem. No, the news were not obsolete, but the realities are more eloquent this way - without words.

The poem has inside it a sarcasm that certainly, by biting us, refreshes our anemic blood due to much too flabby news. And you exclaim: Aha! No way, this is it!

(Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)

Romanian Monthly Kukai - March 2016

Special Prize

lady’s slipper
clinging to a nettle like a leech -
out of the blue a thunder

Petruța Ionescu

Companions in the world of plants, a verbal performance, a bucolic idyll in a countryside landscape – all in one, masterfully interwoven. He sent a thunder and gathered them all together: the lady is head over heels after a nettle and clings to it like a leech. Mesaliance and gender freedom. (Corneliu Traian Atanasiu).

First Place

first nettles -
going by too fast
the honeymoon

Daniela Zglibuțiu

Second Place

reddened palms -
on the darkened kerchief
a handful of nettles

Doina Bogdan Wurm

Third Place

dead line -
only nettles still grow
among railways

Maria Tirenescu

stall in the market –
over yesterday’s news
piles of nettles

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă

Fourth Place

the fragrance of my native land
in one wooden spoon -
nettle broth

Mihaela Gheorghiu

Fifth Place

another kind of thrill -
my lover’s garden
full of nettles

Genovel Florentin Frățilă

empty yard –
only the nettles are again
near the old fence

Grigore Chitul

ancient fortress –
living among the ruins
only the nettles

Valer G. Pop

Sixth Place

picking nettles –
same colour
the gypsy woman’s eyes

Virginia Popescu

nettle soup -
in the old man’s eyes
a few stars

Ioana Bud

Monday, March 21, 2016

Weekly Romanian Kukai no. 435

First Place – Magda Vlad

lights off –
under the apricot trees in bloom
white nights

Second Place – Ana Urma

the weeping of the vineyard gathered
in a few bottles –
missing grandma

Third Place – Violeta Urdă

no rippling -
a stork holding in its beak
Basho’s frog

Third Place – Ana Urma

lights at the window – 
the sky is obstructed
by cherry blossoms

Mention – Ioana Bud

cloudy sky -
a branch of cherry plum tree
knocking in the window with its blossoms

Mention – Luminița Ignea

scattered clouds -
the baby swan
splits a wave

Mention – Rodica P. Calota

Communion –
the boss clenching his teeth
during Lent

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Romanian Weekly Kukai no. 434 - Comments

nest in the eaves -
the old lady watching more often
along the way

Magda Vlad

This is the way suggestion and slippage work in a good poem. Here we do not need an explicit kigo – spring is here and the nest in the eaves automatically enters its role awaiting the return of the birds. And everything skids: the longing and the expectations of the old woman fold over those of nature. Why would the outcasts in the world not return to the nest also?

white sheet -
a feather brought by the wind
sits down at the writing desk

Costin Iliescu

Why does the white field need to be full with black sheep? An excuse, a reason, a lyrical pulse that is suddenly there before us just like the feather brought up by the wind. A haiku moment where something moves in the soul to inspire the hand ready to start work.

shaking dust
off the doll in the old attic -
March wind

Violeta Urdă

The March wind - the impulse that sets the world into motion. It cleans up trees, tearing up the dead branches. It breathes life into the buds. It causes the water’s surface, hitherto placid, to curl. Why wouldn’t the forgotten doll in the attic wake up the childhood that can always be resurrected in our souls filled with the happiness of spring? 

coverage –
behind the casemate
snowdrops growing

Rodica P. Calotă

If I wait partiently and follow attentively the thoughts that the poem awakens in me, I understand that the meaning is most certainly a malicious one. The coverage, a military term menaing to defend, to protect the withdrawal or advance of the combatants, is derided and skids into the idea that snowdrops are hidden there, behind the bunker, which is useless now, in times of peace. There, laymen will not see it, only professional wanderers will notice and appreciate it.

organ concert -
through gutters and drainpipes
sound of rain

Costin Iliescu

To be in full concert what it takes is more than a mere assimilation of organ pipes with gutters and drainpipes? Rain is a genius organist and, although it always improvises on the same subject, it never repeats the same concert. You just need to listen to it patiently and ... with fervor.

casa natală -
doar un cais sprijinind
cerul plin de flori

birthplace -
only an apricot tree supporting
the sky full of flowers

Magda Vlad

The word only contradicts the first verse. The house, most likely, has disappeared. What we have left is only the spot where there was a house. But the place does not refute anything, it remains miraculous. And, as always, the apricot is an axis mundi. This is why, no doubt, every house is blessed.

Corneliu Traian Atanasiu

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Weekly Romanian Kukai no. 434

First Place – Magda Vlad

nest in the eaves -
the old lady watching more often
along the way

Second Place – Costin Iliescu

white sheet -
a feather brought by the wind
sits down at the writing desk

Third Place – Violeta Urdă

shaking dust
off the doll in the old attic -
March wind

Mention – Rodica P. Calotă

coverage –
behind the casemate
snowdrops growing

Mention – Costin Iliescu

organ concert -
through gutters and drainpipes
sound of rain

Mention – Magda Vlad

birthplace -
only an apricot tree supporting
the sky full of flowers