Watermark: New Year Haiku

It's time for the Watermark New Year Haiku Collaborative Poem Dance!

You are invited to add your haiku in the comments, or you can email it to me at blogdiva AT sbpoet DOT com. Include a link to your site if you have one. Over the following few days, I'll pull the poems up into the post. Any haiku form is welcome -- including American Sentences.

Here are the contributions:

new year's day
eating black-eyed peas
from a chipped bowl
~ sb

the next page blank white
as the next and the one after
filling the whole book

turning the page
reading again these poems
for the first time

~ Jeffrey McMullen

On New Year’s Eve, the
      Fulfillment Center sent me
      a bra with two cups.

      And sixty five what
      Center do I thank—living
breasts to fill the cups?
~ Jean Anaporte

& also from Jean:

Keep knocking, and the joy inside
Will eventually open a window
and look out to see who's there.
-Rumi (13th C. Persian Poet)

Flagged as a spammer,
I try again with the first
words that come to mind.
~ Dave Bonta
(Who I hope will try yet again.)

Infant skeleton
found in suitcase after
elderly woman dies
~ Dave Bonta
(haiku rescued from the spam bin)

home alone

the kitten's bell
rings in the new year

~ Andrew Burke

new year's morning
the mailbox full
of poems!
~ sb

Though this cage of bones
binds me hostage to the years,
hopeful, still I rise.
~ Dick Jones

Winter snow drifts down,
blanketing the new landscape
with pieces of old

~ Sarpy Sam

A pink smudge
Of dawn signals the new day
The new year.

~ Mary Harwood

Of Gods and Astrology

Janus and Pieces
look both ahead and behind.
The old is made new.
~ Pauline

after the downpour
a washed meadow glistening
with shy renewals
~ Jean
(...the final haiku of a series...)

snow snow blowers snow
covered cars snow shovel
one body holding it
~ tom

An elder weakens

new voices remember words

spoken winters

*

A daughter sees

essence rising from body

clouds travel west

~ Lisha Adela García

first day of the year
tinsel glitters
in the gutter
~ Helen Ruggieri

I throw out golden corn for good luck and small juncos reply with joy.

~ ...deb

Hope in all absence
common sense with doom conspire
nothing but the waiting
~ Kenneth Wolman

New year's day sunshine
brims with anticipation.
Can we hold the joy?
~ Karla

All night long the wind
buffets against the house
blowing in the new year.
~ Cindy

This chameleon day -
born in the pitch of midnight,
turns yellow at dawn.
~ Ann White

On every branch snow
in all particles of breath
no two dreams alike.
*
First day of the year.
Wishes ride in on snow flakes
ride out on black slush.
~ jillypoet

Heavy snow falls
the dog curls in the pillows;
I write my hopes and fears.
~ Leslee

smell of green garden
hose water pours my childhood
into winter grass
~ Katherine Durham Oldmixon

New Year's day
snow falling on the mailbox
how quiet the world...
~ Joyce Heon

This dance, not unlike May Day spiraling, ties us together in time.

~ Sharon Skinner

i will learn to carry entire days in seventeen strong syllables.

~ carolee

Creek winds its black way
Through snowy moss and alders
Skunk cabbage come spring
~ Erin Hollowell

filling the empty
rocking chair with shadows
New Year's candle

~ Patricia (a/k/a Roswila)

The song has been sung
The lyrics still in my ear,
End on a high note
~ PJ

back to back
split by bright fireworks
...unmarked year
~ Tumblewords

greens and warm chicken
good luck and health for the year
two thousand and eight
~ Meridith

new year's day
sweeping dust bunnies
out the back door
~ sb

scraping shovel
against concrete -
alarm clock
~ Helen Ruggieri

As our bonfire burns
the old year into ashes
a new year rises.
~ Kimberly

crisp, blue, snowless wind,
empty of obligation,
blows in the first day
~ mb

Calendar dreams fade,
dissolving with each season--
like ink in a sunworn diary.
~ joanna

like yesterday
the path still thick with ice
warm new year greetings
~ E Bodien

Rising

full moon up above
dark train passes thru the night
clouds rolling on in
~ rdl

New morning
unmarked calendar
a new life.
~ devorah

Tooth-ache: I recall
my dad-the-dentist's office,
the books I read there.
~ Lori Witzel

New Year beginning,
to share with a genuine
voice of my choosing.
*
Who would have guessed that
after all these years I would
come out of hiding?
*
A new lease on life
as a writer the freedom
to share and be known.
~ storyteller