Emerald13 POETRY

  A SPINNING THREAD   It was sudden. Three months ago, on a bright day filled with nature's first green, she stood hanging out the washing – a mundane activity, a mindless rhythm, peg by peg, four to a row. jocks and T- shirts on the back row, a flutter of sheets next to floral PJ's, tracing shadows across a modest orchid.  Empty basket on her hip, she turned, tripped, hit her head on the concrete path. puddled clouds a wing-torn moth slaps at shadows Dementia he was told. Not liking things awry, out of whack, he had no words – slowly, seasons spin on a fragile thread of fears, held fast in the dream catcher. Cups of tea growing cold.  'She died', he said quietly.  'Yesterday'. published 2026 Drifting Sands Issue 37  (Neena Singh)

and here it is ... the board that was chosen as a finalist out of 5,000 entries worldwide.  very proud.  this haiku is a nod to Basho's famous poem. i wish i could see it insitu - if you are in WashingtonDC maybe you can send me a photo of it in place. ?

an email arrived - thrilled to be a finalist.  i dont know which one of the haiku i sent in was chosen.  look forward to seeing - their website  currently shows 2025 finalists and updates mid march. Hello from the Golden Triangle neighborhood of Washington, DC.   On behalf of the Golden Triangle Business Improvement District in Washington, D.C., I’m writing to let you know that one of you Haiku was selected for display in our neighborhood, beginning in mid-March.   While the judges selected other haiku for this year’s winners, your haiku was chosen to be among the 200+ signs shared around our 172-block area downtown. The judges reviewed nearly 5,000 haiku submissions in this year’s competition. Submissions came from 90 different countries and from all 50 states in the U.S., as well as from the District of Columbia, U.S. Virgin Islands, and Puerto Rico.   Haiku signs will remain on display until May. We invite you to visit the Golden Triangle, view the haiku...

  I will post the link when Tanka Tones comes online.  meantime you can read them (and others) here on this site. dreams grow  and   october showers

 

  Eucalypt May 2022 (hardcopy) Pg43

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Echidna Tracks #15 Open Theme  - page  

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Catchment edition4   Australian Haiku Society   21 June 2025

MOONSET - June 2007 (hardcopy) spring/summer issue of the newspaper  

January 2007 Modern English Tanka    

 ~     I hesitate. Stepping sideways through the unfamiliar door, I shuffle between sagging, purpose-built shelves, moving slowly to give my eyes time to adjust. A spill of cracked spines, piled one on top of the other bulging floor-to-ceiling marked by the occasional cock-eyed, hand-written sign, a promise of some kind of order. shadows curtain the alcove— a beard coughs Sections run into each other;  Literature, Do-It-Yourself, History, Cooking  is separated from  Self Help  turning a corner You will find  Tasmania  along a wall down the hallway, past a sprawling jumble of random miscellany and comics. There is nothing here for me. I head for the street. Fantasy by the disappearing staircase I hesitate. ~~~ published Haibun Today Feb 2009 slight changes above compared to the one accepted below ~ I hesitate.   Stepping sideways through the unfamiliar door, I shuffle between sagging, purpose-built shelves, moving slowly to give my eyes t...

  ©Regina Piroska (Gina) Catchment edition4  Australian Haiku Society   21 June 2025  a nod to Wiliam Carlos Williams " The Red Wheelbarrow "

  3lights gallery 2008

  3lightsgallery jan-march 2008

Swiss Miss (Implosure) 40″x34″; collage on a print of a collage on rag paper; 2015 published KOLAJ February 2018 Swiss Miss - so what's the story? Swiss Miss - the movie I have decided to bring onto this site, any of my collage and photography that are award winners and/or published. There are so many places to find me already I decided not to add another 2. !  Bringing them onto the poetry site makes the most sense, i think.  Let me Know what you think. I begin with Kolaj way back in 2018 with these few collages published. Current collage available for sale are listed here. are you interested in what goes on in the studio ?  

  published  Modern English Tanka   December 2007   volume2 number2 (hardcopy)

I enjoy 'found poetry' very much - there are a few techniques around this, each providing a found poem. (© Gina altered book found poem) In essence found poetry is finding the poetic in the non-poetic and reimagining existing language to create something new and meaningful. Here are a few possibilities and techniques. 1.  ERASURE/BLACKOUT POETRY - find an existing text and working your way down the text, lightly circle with a pencil the words that appeal to you i often read and re read the words i have pencilled to see how they run together - with meaning and or logical sequence you are looking to reinterpret the text to create a new meaning or focus using a tool such as texta, whiteout or digital editing begin to blot out all the other words until only the 'poem' is left/revealed. 2. CUT UP POETRY - Cut up words, phrases or sentences from one or more source texts rearrange them to create a new poem, often with a different meaning or focus than the original text 3.  CEN...

 ~ 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 Abstractaphy April 2025 published Drifting Sands   January 2022 - ed:  Adelaide B Shaw

  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   written for mum

 ~ 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