Emerald13 POETRY

 ~ Forget-me-nots still self-seed under the dogwood you planted. Tall and straight now I wish you could see it before it's shadow bends in the winter wind.  Its bare, red branches house a high-rise of vacant webs where fog lingers in the empty nest. The long arms of a conifer sweep wide and low, catching itinerant leaves. Half frozen, flicking around empty spaces. nothing of you -- a pressed rose whose story I forget The fog lifts as midmorning disperses into blues and yellow-lime greens. This time of year, the garden is mostly bare except for the daffodils. That one Rhoddo, tight with bud, holding colour close. A delicate point shifting emphasis, a promise. a blackbird tugs at the worm -- both stretching ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Drifting Sands Issue 31 2025 (14 March- page34)

After a long hiatus of submitting writings anywhere, in 2021 I decided to enter a few poems to various publications and was thrilled to win 3rd prize in the Betty Drevniok Haiku Award run by Haiku Canada.  with this poem Here are the published winning poems and Judges comments.  

3rd prize winner Betty Drvevniok Award (Canada) 2021

 ~ BEACHED (Haibun) Heat hangs, torrid, pressing upon tired shoulders. Touched by the occasional warm starfish an ancient, patchy, bird-shit monument kneels in puddled sand beneath a sky stitched to the sea. below blue sails billow over blue Ripples circle the rock where, in the tide's cloud-crawl, tiny crabs get on with their crabby lives and I wonder how words can convey this sense without images to the eye. On this slow, tedious, amplified afternoon, I lean against the colossus baffled by the clamour of these idiot gulls, ignorant in the art of give and take, because it's perfectly clear who should yield. crushed shell in a footprint empty beach ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) published Drifting Sands   January 2022 - ed:  Adelaide B Shaw

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) published LYNX 2008

 ~ THE MOMENT ( haibun ) small town the shop sign says cash only I hear my breath, exhaling. The breeze picks it up with a bit of puffy down, twirling a vortex along a dusty pathway. A swallow circles the white fluff, whirling this way, then that, until in a suspended split-second the swallow snatches it, flying quickly under the eaves of the deserted Bank building and drops it into the nest. skimming the day moon   dragonfly   ~ ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Modern Haiku (print edition) - June 2022    ed: Roberta Beary

Eucalypt (print edition)  February 2022 Pg4 

  published -  the Herons Nest 16/5 Ripples - October 2006   Cloudspeak - July 2006

  the Magyar   I out of revolution and a burning bed she chose a summer somewhere else Afrika, under a triumphant sky where deep roots deliver the burnished dawn and gold leaf peels from the sea to hang in links about her neck   II   ripe with life, she brings with her the motherliness of milk and the flamboyance of spring in veal, pink with secrets, incurably plain potatoes, honest gherkins   and all the poetry of the table in dumplings that have no gift for shape   III   when a suspicion of the moon shrivels up and I am sunk inside myself, Her love leaps from hand to hand to unravel from me broken nights, suicide, love and other disasters   She is a cliff I leaped from into childhood's steady air; a dance I inhabit where ladies smooth their lace and fix their hair and I learn to know   my walk is in my hips   ©Gina   Published in Star82 Review Issue1   2013   published Charlotte's blog 2020  

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) LYNX June 2008

  © Regina Piroska published - 3 Lights   January Nocturne

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) published:  LYNX June 2008

 Haiku Zbornik 2008 (print edition)