2017 ukiaHaiku Festival Contest Winners

Thank you for the opportunity to consider all the poems entered into this year’s haiku contest. Any one of the following poems could have been first place, but for the top selections I favored those with a seasonal element. Congratulations to all winners, but also to everyone who entered for participating in the practice of haiku poetry, which has the power to put us in greater touch with the world around us and with each other. This year, the first time that Jane Reichhold has not served as judge, I wish especially to remember her far-reaching influence on this much-loved—and endlessly challenging—genre of poetry.

news of her death . . .

this year’s falling leaves

a little more lonely

(for Jane Reichhold) +

First Place

rumors of war

I pull the dandelions

more gently

Cherese Cobb

Maryville, Tennessee

This poem recognizes that times have seemed troubling lately. Yet it finds solace not just in removing the weeds—as if one could also remove the weeds of war—but in doing so with a sort of measured kindness. One should have no compassion for war itself, but certainly for those who are affected by it. The threat of war motivates this poet to be more gentle, and surely that attitude will extend to other people and not just to the dandelions.

Second Place

Easter weekend

zeros roll on and off

the odometer

Scott Mason

Chappaqua, New York

We all savor those moments when our car’s odometer reaches a round number such as 100,000 miles, or we have a tinge of regret if we happen to miss it. The pairing of this moment with Easter expands the image’s meaning. Just as that row of zeros is a milestone in the life of a car, the crucifixion marks a pivotal point in Christian history, and we can dwell in the contrast between an ephemeral moment and something far more momentous.

Third Place

spring sunshine—

I add a stick-figure son

to our minivan

Susan Burch

Hagerstown, Maryland

This is a joyful poem. And what better time to celebrate the addition of a family member than on a sunny spring day? Some haiku are serious and weighty, but we need not hesitate to commemorate the passing joys of life as well, as this one does.

Honorable Mentions

winter commute

where the sound wall ends

Mt. Rainier

Richard Tice

Kent, Washington

summer night . . .

all the stars

I could wish for

Annette Makino

Arcata, California

so many ways

to be alone

oak leaves

Malintha Perera

Colombo, Sri Lanka

atlas moth

the places I thought

we’d go

Debbie Strange

Winnipeg, Manitoba

children’s story—

in the old man’s eyes

patch of blue sky

Nicole Pattier

Grosley-sur-Risle, France

These poems, presented in an unranked order, focus on common and yet uncommon experiences. A sound wall beside a freeway gives way to a view of a grand mountain, a pleasure to warm us on a cold day—and the mountain can also show us how low the snow level is, as if to gauge the season. In the second poem, we are given the surprise twist of wishing for stars, not just on them—and also having that wish be true on a clear summer night. The sky must be especially clear. The third poem’s introspection welcomes a kind of contented loneliness that feeds the soul, finding sustenance in the image of oak leaves, which feel like old leaves in autumn. The fourth poem brings to mind Dr. Seuss’s inspirational book Oh, the Places You’ll Go, an overtone that heightens the melancholy regret of not being able to visit hoped-for destinations, perhaps due to old age or sickness—and it’s the atlas moth, of all things, that suggests this loss. And in the fifth poem we see the contrast between old and young, brought together by that hopeful patch of blue sky—and surely that children’s story must be hopeful too.