Haiku Society of America Haibun Renku Awards for 2013

Haiku Society of America Renku Awards
in Memorial of Bernard Lionel Einbond

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HSA Renku Awards for 2013

Norman Darlington and Linda Papanicolaou
judges

Grand Prize

Early Morning Heat

John Carley, Rossendale, Lancashire, England (sabaki)
Lorin Ford, Melbourne, Australia
Cynthia Rowe, Sydney, Australia
Sandra Simpson, Tauranga, New Zealand
William Sorlien, St. Paul, Minnesot

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Early Morning Heat

Jo

a line of ants
in the courgette flower—
early morning heat

Sandra

perhaps you’d care
to share my parasol?

John

country-western
and native songs,
a circle round the drum

William

she pastes her happy snaps
to a favourite page

Cynthia

Ha

seeking, hiding
way beyond the curfew
shadows and moon

Lorin

in the blackberry basket
a taste of river fog

Sandra

the chameleon’s tail
curls between
red, orange, yellow

Cynthia

with a shiver of silk
her stocking hits the floor

John

everyone answers
to the name of Smith
at Honeycomb Hotel

Lorin

the street-sweeper
returns a gallic shrug

Sandra

misunderstood
a frog jumps into    whoops
the bouillabaisse

Lorin

a smear of something
stains my new saijiki

John

snowbound highways
lined with deer,
the moon in every eye

William

lemmings stream across
a frozen lake

Cynthia

over and over and over
on hold
the first four bars of Bach

William

all that Dresden china
turned to dust

John

Kyu

granddad hides his stash
of sticky toffees
in the glove box

Cynthia

a blackbird tugs a worm
out of a hole

Lorin

rising above
the dry stone wall
waves of white blossom

William

between our dreams of spring
a bridge of sand

Sandra

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Second Place

Sparrow Footprints

Elizabeth McFarland, Karlsruhe, Germany
Tzetzka Ilieva, Marietta, Georgia

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Sparrow Footprints

Jo

remaining snow
all the sparrow footprints
by the baker’s shop

Tzetzka

a rag of carnival streamer
flapping, caught in an eddy

Elizabeth

our dandelions
turn out to be enough
for a crown and a bracelet

Tzetzka

the touch that turns to gold
a blessing or a curse?

Elizabeth

Ha

subtle pull
of the dispute moon
on every ebb and flow

Elizabeth

back home she tells him
about the jasmine nights

Tzetzka

dusting the framed photos,
the most important of all
kept out of sight

Elizabeth

Hubble images—each one
more colorful than the other

Tzetzka

an octopus swirls its legs
camouflages into a new pattern
and whisks off again

Elizabeth

a set of long sharp teeth
snaps the water

Tzetzka

that winter we had
polenta for breakfast, lunch,
and dinner

Tzetzka

the premature baby
kept warm in a tea cosy

Elizabeth

when my heart
is almost breaking, Lord,
I want Jesus to walk with me

(author unknown, Presbyterian Hymnal)

a secret collection of coins
for throwing in the wishing well

Elizabeth

forgotten long ago
a scrap metal pile comes alive
under the moonlight

Tzetzka

just a hint of sweet decay
as the leaves start to turn

Elizabeth

Kyu

birthday cake candles
all blown out at once
and the years fall away

Elizabeth

did I call my new boss
by the wrong name?

Tzetzka

feeling the weight
of cherry blossom froth
in an outstretched hand

Elizabeth

nothing left but dust
from the wings of a butterfly

Tzetzka

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Honorable Mention

Down the Line

Tom Clausen, Ithaca, New York
Yu Chang, Schenectady, New York
John Stevenson, Nassau, New York
Hilary Tann, Schuylerville, New York

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Down the Line

freight train
sumac red
all down the line

Tom

frosted windows
on our little house

Yu

tilt of heads
viewing the moon
from a canyon

John

a full set of
mother’s best china

Hilary

surprise offering
to a snake charmer
in Mumbai

Yu

her stockings
over the chair

Tom

scrolling down
to savor
the x’s and o’s

Hilary

dust motes shudder
in a shaft of light

John

I wonder
who has John Wills’
cold box of nails

Tom

election day coup
for the 99%

Hilary

all eyes
on the whistle blower
in the boardroom

Yu

a weakness for
baked potatoes

Tom

the click
of her tongue ring
against my teeth

John

no holding back
on the empty beach

Yu

at the dude ranch
coyotes howl
even on moonless nights

Hilary

just a ghost of Lincoln
on this old penny . . .

John

veterans
admitted for free
at the arcade

Tom

some heirloom seeds
fall by the wayside

Yu

a Woodstock
of cherry blossoms
in the formal garden

John

my kite
aloft

Hilary

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The Haiku Society of America sposors this annual award for renku of 36, 20, or 12 stanzas.

See the contest guidelines for the HSA Renku Awards.

For more information about the goals of this contest, download a copy of the HSA Renku Contest Committee Report (pdf) published in Frogpod XIII:2 (May 1990).

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2013 judges commentary:

Grand Prize - Early Morning Heat

The winning poem, “Early Morning Heat,” is a success on many levels. Interestingly, it was the entry with the greatest number of participants: five poets, who penned four verses each. There is a danger, when incorporating so many different voices, that the resulting poem will lack unity and make for a disjointed read with little poetic flow. However, when the sabaki (lead poet) communicates with clarity and the renju know just what is required, the result can be a polyphonous harmony, in which the very differences in the poets’ voices are harnessed to strengthen the unity of the whole. Such is the case here. The first side of the poem (the initial four verses), while maintaining a degree of decorum appropriate to the introduction (jo), already gives a foretaste of the variety and skillful linkage, which will extend throughout all four sides of the poem.

The hokku provides us with a close-up of insects crawling within the rich orange of a courgette (zucchini) flower, and rounds out this visual picture with the tactile “early morning heat,” pregnant with the promise of summer. The next verse, the wakiku, zooms out from the flower and finds us, the readers, invited under a parasol and into the poem. Once we leave the introduction and enter the development phase (ha, verses 5–16) the imagery takes on a new density, with the moon and shadows playing hide and seek, and a blackberry basket carrying “a taste of river fog.” Sensuality and gentle humour combine in the love verses of side 2, while an atmospheric whiff of France closes that side with “a gallic shrug.” That scent crosses the page into the poem’s second half with a humorous allusion to Basho’s frog, as, misunderstood, he jumps into the fish stew.

Of course it’s not all fun and food, and as side 3 progresses we move into darker territory, with lemmings streaming across the ice intent on mass suicide, and images alluding to Polanski’s The Pianist, and evoking the enormity of the devastation visited on Europe in World War II. The closing side (verses 17–20) provides a resolution of sorts, with images tumbling quickly one on top of the other, and building to a crescendo with an almost painfully visual blossom verse at penultimate, followed by a gentle, symbolic conclusion, accepting of the twin realities of the worlds within and without the poetic za.

It is no exaggeration to call “Early Morning Heat” a tour de force, and the judges feel no hesitation in awarding it the Grand Prize.

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2013 judges commentary:

Second Place - Sparrow Footprints

The nijuin to take Second Place, “Sparrow Footprints,” shows many strengths. Penned by two poets evidently comfortable writing together, one would hazard that this is not their first collaboration. Both the opening and closing sides (verses 1–4 and 17–20) are vivid and confident (with the closing pair particularly strong), although the intervening sections are in places a little uneven, with a couple of slightly wordy and packed verses (#9, #15) and occasionally rather mechanical linkage (sharp teeth snapping the water, to eating polenta; collection of coins, to scrap metal pile). That said, there is a rich variety of materials on display and the reader is engaged from start to finish as the poets explore the full gamut of emotions, while exhibiting a clear understanding of the basics of writing a good renku that a reader will want to follow through to its conclusion. Well done.

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2013 judges commentary:

Honorable Mention - Down the Line

“Down the Line” is the product of four writers whose blend of voices also indicates an easy familiarity. It opens vividly with a freight train of red box cars against the autumn foliage of sumac trees along the railroad tracks, and nearby a small house—“our house”—with its windows frosted from the warmth inside, and closes with a lamentation on wars and corrosion of values, against which the Woodstock era seems like a lost paradise. Despite that a kite, still hopefully aloft. Especially in comparison to the first-and second-place renku, its minimalism can seem a shock to the system—witness the three-word ageku. As judges we differ in our responses to this: for one it inclined towards a series of separate stills; for the other, the minimalism and separation of verses gave the poem a laconic quality of voice that was consistent with the setting of the hokku and waki. Both judges, however, agreed that the result of this choice brought problems, in that the linking is often vague or mechanical. There are some wonderful pairings—shuddering dust motes to cold box of nails; the humour of passionately kissing a young woman with tongue-piercing, then zooming out to that vintage clinch between Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr. But overall the linking in the ha seems more thought than felt, with a consequent lack of a sense of momentum. On another note, it took effort to avoid reading a certain degree of kannonbiraki (reversion) in the alternation of indoor and outdoor imagery that runs from the middle of side 1 through the first verses of side 2.

At a subliminal level, there are what seem to be threads of theme running through the poem. The most prominent of these is the hokku’s railroad imagery, which returns in various elusive whiffs in the cold nails, the “whistle-blower,” the baked potato (a dining car specialty of the Northern Pacific), and “clink,” so that at times the poem seems to be circling back and reexamining itself from different angles. But this is done in such a subtle manner as to provide a great part of the poem’s power, and is in no danger of crossing into the realm of “thematic renku.” Overall a skillfully executed poem grounded in a strong sense of place.

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About the judges:

Norman Darlington is co-editor at Journal of Renga & Renku and Whirligig Multilingual Haikai Journal, as well as former renku editor of Simply Haiku and Moonset. He has led and participated in renku sessions at the World Haiku Festival (Netherlands, Ireland, India), at SOAS London, and at his international online forum The Renku Group. He has participated in linked verse collaborations with world leaders in the field, including William J. Higginson, Hiroaki Sato, Nobuyuki Yuasa, Herbert Jonsson, Cheryl Crowley, Chris Drake, Esperanza Ramirez-Christensen, John Carley, Ion Codrescu, Susumu Takiguchi, and Bruce Ross.

Linda Papanicolaou is an art teacher who has been writing haiku since 2000. She is the editor of Haigaonline, an officer of the Yuki Teikei Haiku Society, and a member of Haiku Poets of Northern California and the Haiku Society of America. She has been writing collaborative linked poetry since 2005 and has been involved in renku published in the Journal of Renga and Renku, Lynx, Notes from the Gean, Simply Haiku, and Sketchbook.

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