The 19TH HIA Haiku Contest

nothing to cling to . . .


paper flowers blooming


in a glass of water

Jin Wada, Akita City


memories of water toy


made of celluloid and tinplate


floating up

Toshiko Wada,Suginami Ward


cicada shell—


the departed soldier’s


Sunday best

Satoru Koshikawa,Isumi County


Shiki’s memorial day—


hating English


loving baseball

Kyôko Shimizu,Nagoya City


dimmed by mist—


the waterfall hasn’t shown


its full height yet

Junko Sakai,Suginami Ward


how thin and clear


over the Himalayas . . .


winter moon

Kazuhiro Kitazawa,Shibuya Ward


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Haiku from Zoe Savina

Rain like guit

you always avoid it

with an umbrella


something like ships

in meandering rains

…my endurance


The horses calmed down

as did the turf

…room for silence


grass and water

the one inside the other

like you and me


Zoe Savina is a haiku poet born in Athens, Greece. She won many prizes and appeared in many poetry journals, anthologies, and other print media. Zoe is a member of the National Association of Greek Writers and founding member of the Coordinating Center of Hellenism. Some of Zoe’s publications include: Nuances (1979), Townships (1981), Know What I’ve Got For You (1992), The Archon of the Crypt (1994), and The Vehicle I Want (1995).

Haiku by Matsuo Basho

Early autumn –

Rice field, ocean,

One green.


Birth of art –

song of rice planters,

chorus from nowhere.


Travel weary,

I seek lodging –

ah, wisteria.


Not one traveler

braves this road –

autumn night.


Journey’s end —

still alive, this

autumn evening.



drunken steersman,

drunken boat.


Matsuo Basho is one of my favorite haiku poets because his poems are well written, witty, humorous, and honest.

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Haiku of Orlando Gonzalez Esteva

No-one speaks alone

not even silence

a house for everyone


Over the guitar

vine leaf

the hand falls


Even in Cuba

if the birds sings

I long for Cuba


I have no feet

only hands that touch

the sphere


No swell of the ocean

if it’s not between one grain

of salt and another


Night weighs

like the dot on the lives

of some letters


Orlando Gonzalez Esteva is a haiku poet born in Palma Soriano, Cuba but currently living in Miami. He published poems and essays in United States, Mexico, and Spain. His works have been praised by Mexican Poet Octavio Paz. Gonzalez translated a Spanish version of haiku master Kobayashi Issa and is working on versions of Basho, Buson, and Shiki.

Haiku of Agim Vinca


I spoke, they said: quiet!
I kept quiet, they said: speak!
speak/quiet, quiet/speak my life.


I wander around the world.
friendless, jobless.
less and less of me.


the only passengers
passing the border
without passports.


roads are not measured by miles.
roads are not measured by kilometers.
roads are measured by the heart.


it,s easy to believe in God.
in Man difficult.
Oh God!


it,s all in vain.
here is my shadow.
I am beyond the shutters.


earth, water, sun, air
what is freedom waiting for?
to be brought tied up in blood chains?!

Agim Vinca was born in Veleshta in Macedonia and is a poetry critic and poet. He freely speaks his mind and is honest about social issues and concerns. He studied Albanian language and literature from the University of Prishtina and taught contemporary literature until expelled by the Serbian military. He currently teaches literature in Prishtina in Kosovo.

Haiku of Pepa Kondova

Pepa Kondova was born in Gabrovo, Bulgaria and has an inviting haiku style. She has been a member of the Bulgarian Haiku Club and World Haiku Association (WHA) member. Pepa has been published in Bulgaria, Europe, and World Haiku anthologies.


The human soul:

An innermost book.

Unread it remains


A piece of happiness

With a scent of bread

Coming and passing away


The native home

I see in my dreams

In my longing – the seas



heavenly swings –

a summer festival


Bare trees,

Lonely wanderer:

Drifted silence


On a bicycle

the sun is chasing

the summer day.


White pigeons

on a white square.

Light is everywhere.

Haiku by Kuniharu Shimizu

A family of carp streamers
all swimming
in the same direction

all day rain
she detects
a stolen puff

by the wood
summer wind
suddenly audible

commencement day
wind not strong enough
to flutter the flag

country road
I quietly cross
the Equator

Kuniharu Shimizu is a contemporary haiku poet born in Nara, Japan and graduated from the University of Hawaii.  His haiga works are great and showcase his talents.  He has published haiga (haiku & artwork), haiku, and haibun (prose & haiku) in publications and websites around the world. Kuniharu is an advisor to the World Haiku Association and judge of the WHA Haiga Contest.