• POETS SALON

      – 1/30/19

      Birds on the beach (Photo – Marta Chociłowska).

      Birds on the beach (Photo – Marta Chociłowska).

      Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

      Our Salon is inspired today by Emily Dickinson’s beautiful “Hope is the thing with feathers.” Many times on my walks I’ve found a feather. Each one is memorable and feels significant and uplifting. I particularly remember once on an escalator I saw a feather traveling up just ahead of me. It looked familiar, like one I had lost perhaps a year before! I picked it up and took it home.

      waking up happy
      the purple feathered bird
      in my dream

      ~ Kathabela

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      Duck (Photo - Frank Williams).

      Duck (Photo – Frank Williams).

      Brendon Kent

      Imagine a world without hope. Many tragedies around the world are happening right now, natural and man-made. So many humans are suffering unfathomable hardships…yet these are the places we find the most hope, among the children of these tragedies and the parents driven to be refugees crossing perilous oceans. We find hope among the housebound, the many among us with varying grades of disability. Hope to humans is like zoka is to nature, its driving force. I believe as long as I can walk among the trees and hear the birds, I’ll have hope!

      a row of starlings
      Hope, a 4-letter word carrying a multitude of expectations… Is it better to hope small or to aim higher at the bigger picture? Might we miss something dreaming big?

      in and out
      of the snail’s horns
      a spring day

      a row of starlings have gathered on the neighbour’s roof antenna, morning mist still rising off the back fence engulfing the ghosts of who they were. A dog’s barking starts another and another and…
      I shuffle myself into the only patch of morning sun on the far corner of my decking, as I do every morning to hear the birdsong.

      first village bells…
      the bell ringer’s son
      nearly gets it right

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      Hope and Birds (Photo - Marta Chociłowska).

      Hope and Birds (Photo – Marta Chociłowska).

      Marta Chociłowska

      crane dances
      in front of our house
      mist rises

      daybreak
      on the sky’s pinkness
      birds sharpen

      Once upon a time…
      In the mid-fifties, during communism time in my country, I went for holidays by the sea with my dad. One day walking along the beach we are halted by a high barbed wire fence. I want get to the other side, but my father stops me. He looks at the birds flying over the fence and says – remember, that freedom is not about doing what you want, but about feeling at home in the world.
      Today I walk alone on the same beach with no fences, thinking about my father, freedom and hope.

      slice of bread
      in step with me
      a seagull

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      Pigeons snow (Photo - Frank Williams)

      Pigeons snow (Photo – Frank Williams)

      Frank Williams

      I have lived and worked most of my life, although now retired, in London, therefore my haiku very much reflect an urban environment of which birds are very much a part. Sparrows are charming birds that symbolize hope and courage that transfers to humans when moving about the urban environment, though sadly this once common bird is on the decline in many areas. For a Christian, the dove is a sign of hope and the descent of the Holy Spirit. In fact, the dove is a symbol in many religions and peace groups. Finally, and I quote, “When All is Lost, Hope Remains”.

      tree in twilight
      ghost wagtails streaming
      into their roost

      snow-covered ground
      a blur of pigeons squabble
      over a few crumbs

      Swan and cygnets (Photo - Frank Williams).

      Swan and cygnets (Photo – Frank Williams).

      Hope and Birds: Quotes and Credits

      Brendon Kent lives in the small countryside village of Botley (circa 890AD) within Southampton, England. He has been writing short form poetry for many years and is published in most leading journals worldwide. Brendon is a member of the British Haiku Society, the World Haiku Association and he’s the Head Teacher online for international haiku at Haiku University (Tokyo). He has recently released a collection of haiku, senryu, tanka titled ‘moon on water’ by Alba Publishing June 2018.

      Marta Chociłowska lives in Warsaw. She’s a cat lover and a cyclist. Co-author of many domestic and foreign haiku anthologies, winner and judge of domestic and international haiku contests. She has publications in international haiga and haiku journals. She’s also the author of “Seasons in Polish kigo”, member of the founding committee of Polish Haiku Association and president of this association, and editor of the Almanac “Migratory Birds”.

      Frank Williams lives in London, UK. He says: “I discovered haiku via a small book, entitled The Haiku Hundred (Iron Press 1992/94&96) and joined ‘The British Haiku Society’ in 1996. Ever since then, I have been fascinated by these small poems. I believe that haiku are small windows on the Universe; vignettes that reveal themselves through an emotional and intuitive response to the heart. It’s always fascinated me that a poem so short can encompass the universe or what is on the head of a pin. I’m currently the Membership Secretary for The ‘British Haiku Society’ and an active member of ‘The London Haiku Group. ‘
      Each one of these books I have published mark a milestone on my haiku journey: Bumping along (Hub Editions – 2001); Triptych – (Hub Editions – 2005); Rush Hour Over – (Hub Editions – 2008); Relocation Day – 2009; Faraway Hills – 2010; Timeless – 2012; Small Bursts of Colour – 2013; A New World Mirrored – 2015; Uncomplicated – 2016 & A Million Sundrops – 2017.

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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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      Comments

      1. Shernaz Wadia says:

        pine-needle cup
        a shrike
        in and out of the bush

      2. Alice Pero says:

        What a wonderful issue. Photographs by poets and beautiful haiku and tanka. Thank you, poets and editor, Kathabela!

        • Brendon Kent says:

          Thank you Alice!

        • Pauli Dutton says:

          Thank you for publishing this truly inspiring column. Almost daily my husband and I visit Descanso Gardens to see what the ducks are doing. They are always up to something. What a delight it is to encounter the hopeful world of birds.

      3. Poet Amit Dahiyabadshah says:

        Transition

        Farewell field of diamond dew
        and saffron morning light
        and deep wet earth that sucks and holds
        as frozen birds take flight
        Now one farewell to all the love that milks the cows to froth
        and stirs the blood and strokes the flame
        till work and lust are broth
        A last farewell to all that I love and the things that I dont know yet
        Words fade as the cows come sweetly home
        and softly dust sunset

      4. Rudy says:

        dream big
        hope all
        in our now
        .

      5. susandiri says:

        lovely, lovely, lovely, dear Poets, Photographers, Artists, Travelers!!

      6. alexnodopaka2 says:

        Birds and their fleas

        are an everyday occurrence.
        It’s for others to believe

        in their divinity. Not for me.
        As Basho would say, A hand in the bush
        is better than a bird in the hand.

        Alex Nodopaka January © 2019

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