The shadow of dragonfly

Bogdanka Stojanovski
Novi Sad, Yugoslavia

Whether we 'look' or 'see' reflects in our knowledge and skill to transform that what we see into haiku experience. Images, colors, movement ... that is the world around us.

There are things we perceive, persons we turn our heads away from, and things beside which we pass without seeing them. Exactly that moment between looking and perceiving is, in my opinion, the haiku moment. It is that moment, which made strong impression upon our minds, to which we owe the moment of the creation of a haiku verse. Everything else, is the matter of technique that is of the poetic quality and author's personal expression.

For me, that which remains are colours, subtle nuances of every single word that contribute the original expression of the experience.

bow heads
above the snowy lace
first snowdrops

kites and children
ride on the wind
under the clouds

on the manure heap
first roosters
scratching off the night

out the blue
a short spring rain
smeared the window

on the round pebbles
in every drop of water
the moon hops

empty stalls
the bells on the breast harness
jingled on the wind

the wind swings
the poplar's leafless branches
and flock of crows

old barn
filled with hay and
meadow's scent

an Autumn sunbeam
in a cup of tea - stirrep up
with a silver spoon

drop by drop
the cloud crumbles
to the ground

houses in a row
on each one a plume
of smoke

a flock of sparrows
ate the nose of a snowman
by the road

gray dawn
from the foggy Danube
remains of bridge

full moon
the veranda lantern
grows pale

bright moon and
fairy world of shadows
- a haiku night