– 10/03/18

      Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

      If we closely observe the small details of nature we are often delighted by serendipity in action. As if a leaf aims to put itself in the center of a round puddle, a seed pod curls to a perfect spiral, and a tide pool might form artistic designs. Also, on a personal level, with perspective, I see that the most important events in my life, as one thing led to another, have been serendipitous, a result of a surprising turn, a mistake, a fortunate encounter. Our insightful poets today observe and express poetically, the wonder of serendipity.

      ~ Kathabela

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      Haiga by Sandi Pray.

      Haiga by Sandi Pray.

      Sandi Pray

      Serendipity. A gift of home grown strawberries and a strawberry moon.

      half a strawberry
      the moon and I
      licking our lips

      spring light
      a moment pauses
      on my palm

      river sunrise
      everything that can
      is singing

      july has come
      something I didn’t plant
      is blossoming

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      Window in the Clouds. Chicago, Sept 2018 (Photo - Kathabela Wilson).

      Window in the Clouds. Chicago, Sept 2018 (Photo – Kathabela Wilson).

      Wendy C. Bialek

      at stony brook pond
      bright colours flap from a bush
      where I point my lens
      and shoot two hours
      of the frito lay bag

      from a shaking heart
      she tells her story
      a delicate flake falls
      drifts over and
      melts on her words

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      Backyard catterpillar (Photo - John Rowe).

      Backyard catterpillar (Photo – John Rowe).

      Gerry Jacobson

      I watch it grow for weeks. Then I pounce, and cut its gorgeous head off. Well, it’s the first broccoli of the winter. Then steam it for lunch. But hello, what’s this? A steamed caterpillar hiding there. OMG another. And another. We end up shaking out twenty or more hiding in the florets. Cabbage moth, I suppose. My lunch companion is impressed. An organic grower, yes; but not always vegetarian.

      that deeper urge –
      to plant my seed
      in soft damp earth

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      Serendipitous growth at a Chicago area sidewalk (Photo – Kathabela Wilson).

      Serendipitous growth at a Chicago area sidewalk (Photo – Kathabela Wilson).

      Michael Henry Lee

      third rock from the sun


      Serendipitous: Quotes and Credits

      Sandi Pray, living a quiet life in the wilds of the North Carolina mountains and river wetlands of North Florida, says: “Once a flower child, always a flower child. Retired now…I spend much of each day outside with nature where I’ve honed my senses to the extraordinary-ordinary of a moment.”

      Wendy C. Bialek tells us: “I follow the serendipity of life, that’s what keeps my flow. Things that are not alive, come to have a life of their own, when I place them under the scrutiny of my lens. Banana slices become faces of dogs and cats, apples drying out, become laughing clowns, clouds become family settings and staring at bathroom floor tiles year after year…and endless supply of aha moments…” She lives in Arizona, a transplant from NY, via a short pit stop in Colorado.

      Gerry Jacobson, of Canberra, Australia, is a member of the Canberra Organic Growers Society, and grows vegetables on a small allotment in one of the Society’s 12 organic gardens. He has told this true, but dreamlike story. only once before in Haibun Today, 2015. This time, serendipitously, for us. When one is dedicated to not using artificial pesticides, sometimes things happen.

      Michel Henry Lee, of Saint Augustine, Florida, says: “From macro to micro, the surprising intersections of life.”

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        • Kathabela Wilson

          Kathabela Wilson is a local poet/writer/artist and musician. Her Poets Salon has become an international respected must read in the poetry world. She's the creator and host of the Pasadena-based group, “Poets on Site.”

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      1. Radhamani sarma says:

        Dear Kathabela,
        Greetings! Going through the introductory notes, I am of the same opinion about
        serendipity. Beautiful depiction.
        Next beautiful illustrations with wonderfully drawn haiku poems. Nature in different ambiance.
        with regards

      2. Alex Nodopaka says:


        is walking the sidewalks
        and realizing
        abstract art
        has been with us
        before we called it that.

        Every crack
        in the stone
        and every splash of water
        filling it
        define random forms
        and paths
        guiding that art movement.

        My favorite symbols
        have been made
        for millennia
        by seagull guano
        on the macadam
        of parking lots and
        seashore rocks
        before Jackson Pollock
        was conceived
        in the eye
        of an art-crazy god.

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