HAIKU DIALOGUE – Music Around the World – Loving you with all of my tunes or let’s talk about feelings – long list
Music Around the World with Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt
Hi guys, it’s me again. Over the next few weeks, we’ll be immersing ourselves in music together. There is a variety of instruments, rhythms and melodies to explore around the globe. Ancient Chinese music is based on a five-tone system and the guqin had an almost religious significance. Waka and later the tanka are basically songs. The mother’s steady heartbeat calms the baby in the womb and can be compared to the rhythm of a drum. Music is the language that everyone can connect with, even without understanding the meaning of the words being sung. It speaks directly to our hearts. I would like to invite everyone to explore the world of music with me in these prompts.
Below is Deborah’s selection of poems on the topic Loving you with all of my tunes or let’s talk about feelings:
Music: Flowing Water Guqin
PTSD
her love songs
bring him back homeHerbert Shippey
Tifton, Georgia
open dam gates
to pacify the flood
Death MetalSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
windscreen sky
driving through a rainbow
as Mick Can’t Get NoMorgan Ophir
Sydney, Australia
wind shift
the garden bell
improvises my songJohn S Green
Bellingham, Washington
morning traffic jam
my sadness passes
from blues to bluesVladislav Hristov
Bulgaria
between
eulogies
a violin soloRavi Kiran
Hyderabad, India
hospice window –
a new tune for the
old lifeSatyanarayana Chittaluri
Nakrekal, Telangana, India
pumping staccato
for the cool swing dancers
dad on his trumpetBarrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA
our first wedding dance
merging with its melody
the beat of my heartBoryana Boteva
Sofia, Bulgaria
my heart jigs
to the songs played at teen
no expiry dateRaji Vijayaraghavan
India
Burning Down The House
spontaneous
kitchen dance partyJennifer Gurney
US
that song still in my head
…my then boyfriend
heard me singMargaret Mahony
Australia
Andy Griffith theme song
my mind drifts
to simpler timesCindy Putnam Guentherman
IL, USA
sound bath sessions –
soothing the trauma
of overwhelming griefPaul Callus
Ħal Safi, Malta
the lark will rise
like my heart to heaven
singing our songLynda Flint
West Yorkshire UK
these words “don’t give up”
mixed with the melody
her autumn pains easeUrszula Marciniak
Poland
energy dwindles
ten thousand spoons – ironic
I have none to giveVeronica Hosking
Avondale, AZ
muted sun…
listening to ‘Libertango ‘
energy boostLuciana Moretto
Italy
a baby’s cry
in the farthest reach
vibrating stringsDejan Ivanovic
Lazarevac, Serbia
jujube season
lilting love melodies
fill the groveArvinder Kaur
Chandigarh India
wanting only
to be alone with you
mountain streamJoanna Ashwell
UK
hush, little baby,
don’t say a word – Daddy’s gonna
buy you a mockingbirdAlan Harvey
Tacoma, WA
leaving the lawyers’
I duck into a dive bar
schmaltzy jukebox songSari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
sad song
looking for red wine
to cry betterMarie Derley
Ath, Belgium
untouched snow outside
my mind streams …
the Avril Lavigne’s InnocencePegah Rahmati Nezhad
Teheran, Iran
wheezing night
my father whistles
‘I have a Dream’Lakshmi Iyer
India
after
adoration
arethaCurt Linderman
United States
harp concert
the strings touched
with a broken nailZoltan Pachnik
Hungary
reaching for her
in the middle of the night
moon songStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
on and off the radio a man of constant sorrow
John Pappas
United States
First dance –
just wed and already
out of syncCaroline Ridley-Duff
UK
grey-backed afternoon
my friend plays Joy Division
again and againJohn Hawkhead
UK
deserted mansion
a purloined waltz
to the sea’s songPris Campbell
U.S.
sick bed –
his lips move softly
to old lullabiesJagajit Salam
Imphal, India
served
with the bitter greens
an old man’s refrainSamo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia
calling my insurance
playing on repeat
our wedding songJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
an old tune still wanders her streets
Vijay Prasad
Patna, India
both sides
her voice then and
nowEva Limbach
Germany
farewell on the pier
a sailor’s cheerful song
and our silenceAnica Marcelic
Zapresic, Croatia
distant stars—
the refugee mother rewrites
her lullabyHifsa Ashraf
Rawalpindi, Pakistan
broken string
the note
goes onNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
lisping to each other
oborozukiyo . . .
my child and iVaishnavi Ramaswamy
Chennai, India
college friends
the same old songs
on repeatKerry J Heckman
Seattle, WA
organ fills the church —
a tear turns unstoppable
approaching All SaintsGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
singing his song
now
widowed love birdwendy c. bialek
usa
spring break
kids on swings
kick laughterOmarion Anderson
Greenwood, MS
25th reunion
we sing our duet
in lower keysPadma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India
Sound of music
clinking of cups
those were the daysSudha Devi Nayak
Bhubaneswar India
road work
detour through cotton field
a slow drag of bluesShyla Davis
Greenwood, MS
spun from gold
I wear my mother’s song
spring sunAnne Fox
Broomes Island, MD USA
the soundtrack
of our first kisses…
ne me quitte pasla colonna sonora
dei nostri primi baci…
ne me quitte pasAngiola Inglese
Italy
Albinoni’s adagio –
a long, gentle turn
of an autumn leafSanjana Zorinc
Croatia
how she added
a little brogue
mother’s lullabyBryan Rickert
Belleville, Illinois
Arangetram
her anklet bells speak
a thousand words(Arangetram dance, the debut performance in Indian classical dance and music)
Mona Bedi
India
morning rain
drips down the spout
itsy bitsy spiderAnn Sullivan
Massachusetts, USA
reggae tune…
how the resin in myrrh
sticks to your soulSharon Ferrante
Florida, USA
rain tapping
on car wipers . . .
our duet beginsNeena Singh
India
flying lyrics our hum still a song
Daya Bhat
India
with each guitar’s chord
his sage scent luring me in
for the taste of kissMartina Matijević
Vidovci, Croatia
spring evening
the sound of the waterfall
melting my grievancesSwarna Bopali de Zoysa
Sri Lanka
jingle bells, jingle bells
the deaf girl learns
the fairy lights patternDenisa Hanšutová
Slovakia
row, row, row your boat
my baby still clapping
through tearsMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
“the owl and the pussycat”
…she sings herself
to sleepLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
no regrets
with the man I love now
I hear my first “our song”Jenny Shepherd
London UK
alzheimer’s –
a lullaby
for momNazarena Rampini
Italy
ice thawing her nursery song
Richa Sharma
India
the cassette tape
crumbles …
stardustKavita Ratna
India
a note held too long turns into a prayer
Dan Campbell
Virginia
a pause in the cow graze in the cowherd’s harmonica
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India
the pause
between each note…
a cherry petalPadma Priya
India
I see clearly
the rain has gone
singing bowlSeretta Martin
San Diego, CA
winter wedding—
I dance alone
to Fairytale of New YorkAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
oh danny boy. . .
grandpa’s whistle
leaves my lipsTerri French
Alabama, US
one by one
she names us
mom’s Maltese lullabyKathabela Wilson
USA
stronger than words
long tones of the strings
speak to my heartMiluše Míčková
The Czech Republic
a folk song—
how will I quench
thirst for love?Tejendra Sherchan
Nepal
Dichterliebe –
love secretly vibrating
in their heartsElena Zouain
France
getting prepared
for difficult days
Mortal KombatNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
Viva Las Vegas
we become
Mr. and Mrs.Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA
an anxious child
she sings with him
“I Hope You Dance”Debbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
guitar notes…
floating on the breeze
the scent of ylang ylangwanda amos
Australia
Mozart’s requiem
reverberate ….
funeral marchMohammad Azim Khan
Peshawar, Pakistan
morning love fest
the medley of songs
I sing to the catCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
stellar music
streams from the mountain
flowing waterMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
autumn outing
salutation the peaks
with a mountain songStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
autumn sunset —
gliding between memories
flute notesFatma Zohra Habis
Algeria
knowing
every note by heart
carousel horsesRoberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
catch a fish
the heart of a song
also slips the hookRachel Greve
Wisconsin, United States
first English lesson
all together shouting
Yellow SubmarineMariangela Canzi
Italy
half-moon night
listening to nocturnal calls
my heart with herLakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
power ballad
karaoke tears
hitting that note (just about)Mark Gilbert
UK
humming
her mother’s lullaby
the child with a dollMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
without ceasing
the sparrow singing
a life of prayerRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
the humming notes
from the empty chair
cold moonNitu Yumnam
UAE
autumn deepens –
he looks for the sheet music
of Moonlight SonataSteliana Cristina Voicu
Ploiesti, Romania
muscle memory
she taps her foot
to our songthomas david
United Kingdom
the poor man
plays on his single-string fiddle
bach’s air on a g-stringde arme man
speelt op zijn éénsnarige viool
bach’s air on a g-stringGuido De Pelsmaeker
België (Holsbeek)
rice paddy flute
the melody of father
and his fatherA.J. Anwar
Jakarta, Indonesia
sunrise
our limbs entwine…
the lark ascendingMelissa Dennison
UK
guqing
without words—
dusk meditationChristina Chin
Borneo State
on the way home
humming her last song
the moon and IZahra Mughis
Lahore, Pakistan
amazing grace
holding my mother’s hands
one last timeLinda Powers O’Dell
Richmond VA
my voice
inside
my fluteDiana Jeong
Pasadena, CA, USA
wildflower
young sweet only seventeen
years agoLorelyn Arevalo
Bombon, Philippines
morning has broken—
imagine— sounds of silence—
blowin’ in the windDavid Hoffmann
Ashland, Oregon, USA
raining. . .
where it’s just the two of us
in gentle rhythmAnthony Rabang
Philippines
tango violins
an elderly couple
holding handsArrigo Bassi
Switzerland
Brojna Čavoglave —
what can the foe do
on our own stone(Brojna Čavoglave – a song from the Homeland War)
Tomislav Maretić
Croatia
nocturnal suburban train –
‘five hundred miles’
still reverberatesMadhuri Pillai
Australia
out of nowhere
granny’s lullaby …
insomniaNatalia Kuznetsova
Russia
out of touch…
no wind
in the pinesAmoolya Kamalnath
India
nightfall
after the adagio
the sound of starlightJonathan English
Washington, DC
blast of loudspeakers
we sign, dance
to the floor’s vibrationsVicki Vogt
Watertown, MA
strawberry field
a migrant humming
an old doina(Doina – a Romanian folk song)
Cristina Pietraru
Romania
autumn rain…
adding depth
to my tuneFlory Untanu
Romania
reeds in the wind
remembering dad
playing Pan fluteCezar Ciobica
Romania
the flute’s tremolo first orgasm
susan burch
Hagerstown, MD
gibberish refrain…
a kid coaching his dad
to sing rightSumitra Kumar
India
waking up
to my mother’s Saturday
blasting bizet’s CarmenMadeleine Kavanagh
Northern California
your cello my voice finding the key
Rita Melissano
Rock Island, IL USA
grandma’s lullaby
rocking my baby to sleep
the same old magicCristina Povero
Italy
Schubert impromptus
the dog and I listen
during her last daysMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
funeral service
a last song—
sobbingRuth H. Hermosa
Oriental Mindoro, Philippines
tuning fork
the ache between us
rings trueC.X. Turner
U.K.
your phantom presence
our song
my earwormMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
thumri
I become both
RadhaKrishnaBiswajit Mishra
Canada
music of the spheres
like clockwork i awakenrob barkan
usa
summer breeze
the music of flowing water
witching its foldsBaisali Chatterjee Dutt
Kolkata, India
dad can’t find
the saxophone keys –
alzheimerMircea Moldovan
România
finch’s song —
all I wanted
to sayHynek Koziol
Czech Republic
the way he twirls me
this way and that . . .
The Sultan of SwingLori Kiefer
UK
she loves me…
she loves me not…
Carmina BuranaMaya Daneva
The Netherlands
sleep my little one…
the lullaby that put
us both to sleepCarol Reynolds
Australia
humming lullabies
under a blood moon
empty cradleAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
punk rock
a generation’s angst
fading to greyJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson Arizona USA
power chords
no separation
I am the musicMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
Join us next week for Deborah’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios:
Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt lives in Sinzig, Germany, with her husband, two rabbits and numerous books. After her PhD studies in Scandinavian languages and literatures, she works as a freelance author and poet. Her poems have appeared in magazines like Prune Juice, Kingfisher, First Frost, Frogpond, Failed Haiku and Tsuridoro. If she is not outside for a long stroll or to do some birdwatching, she explores Chinese and Japanese novels.
Assistant Editor Lafcadio, a former teacher, now works from home writing, editing and proofreading study guides for nursing textbooks. She lives in Tennessee. She has written poetry for a long time but a couple of years ago fell in love with Japanese micropoetry and hasn’t looked back. Lafcadio has been published in a number of journals and anthologies. She writes under the nom de plume of Lafcadio because nom de plume is so fun to say. You can read her poems on Twitter (X) @lafcadiopoetry or BlueSky @lafcadiobsky.
Assistant Editor Vandana Parashar is an associate editor of haikuKATHA and one of the editors of Poetry Pea and #FemkuMag. Her debut e-chapbook, I Am, was published by Title IX Press (now Moth Orchid Press) in 2019 and her second chapbook Alone, I Am Not, was published by Velvet Dusk Publishing in April 2022.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. She lives in New York City and enjoys reading and writing haiku.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She served as Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada for ten years, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Deborah,
I enjoyed reading all of the haiku that you selected. Thank you for including my haiku in the list, and thanks to all of those who moderate the Haiku Dialogue.
Thank you for your comment, Herbert! :-)
Thank you Deborah a great selection of haiku – haiku and music go well together.
my Favourite a very poignant haiku
alzheimer’s –
a lullaby
for mom
Nazarena Rampini
Italy
Thank yor Nazarena for your insightful comment.
Thanks for including me in this superb selection. I feel many struggled to get much actual emotion into our little poems. I especially enjoyed these by Sari Grandstaff and Roberta Beach Jacobson:-
leaving the lawyers’
I duck into a dive bar
schmaltzy jukebox song
knowing
every note by heart
carousel horses
Thanks Mark! Much appreciated.
Hi Mark,
I’m glad you enjoyed this selectio.
very sensitive insight,
Mar… these haiku subtly
show how haiku implies emotion in a strong way!
Thank you! Kathabela
Thank you for including my haiku! It was so exciting to wake up this morning and open the email and then find my haiku. :)
Your welcome! :-)
Thank you Deborah for including my haiku in the selection.
It was a pleasure to read all these evocative poems. Thank you to all the poets!
I’m glad you enjoyed the read!
Thank you Debbie for including my haiku, what a beautiful selection and inspiring prompt.
Thank you!
Thank you Deborah for including my haiku. They were all a joy to read. Many memories of old favourites.
Thank you. I really appreciate that haiku and music bring us together.
Congratulations to everyone for these compositions… thanks to Deborah for including my haiku in the selection.
Thank you!
Thank you, Deborah, for including my haiku in this uplifting selection.
Looking forward to rereading these gems again! Thank you Kj, Lafcadio, Vandana and Lori for keeping Haiku Dialogue up and running:)
Hi Madeleine,
I’m happy to hear that you like this selection.
As I was skimming through (I read more thoroughly the next time) this list, I found myself singing and humming my way through rock, classical, jazz, and more. Congrats to all the poets for such thoughtful, tuneful haiku, and thanks to Deborah for including one of mine in the list.
Thanks, too, for all the volunteers who keep this column open with all the behind-the-scenes.
Now, if I can avoid some of the earworms as I re-read them.
Hi Nancy,
thank you for sharing your feeling with us! And thank you for submitting your poem.
Wow – this prompt really seems to have touched a chord! So many favorites. Thank you Deborah for including my haiku and congrats to all the poets here! Thanks Lafcadio, Lori, Vandana and Kathy for keeping the Haiku Dialogue engine running.
Hi Sari,
I think music is something very special and so are these haiku. Thank you for submitting your work and sharing your thoughts.
Thank you Deborah and poets. I enjoyed reading each one and one that I read several times was:
hush, little baby,
don’t say a word – Daddy’s gonna
buy you a mockingbird
Alan Harvey
Tacoma, WA
Hi Dan,
thank you for sharing your thoughts. Yes, this one is something else. I read it several times and had to think about it very hard. A fine, challenging haiku.
Thank you guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt for selecting my haiku. Congratulations to all featured haijin.
Thank you for submitting your work!
morning has broken—
imagine— sounds of silence—
blowin’ in the wind
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David Hoffmann
Ashland, Oregon, USA
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This haiku is made up of lines from various songs. I recognize every song. Even though it is a technique I have seen before, I continue to enjoy the use of it.
Love this haiku too. Very creative take on the theme using these song titles – awesome!
Hi Valentina,
thank you for your comment and for sharing your thoughts. It is a beautiful, well-crafted haiku and a very creative way to do this weeks prompt justice.
Many thanks to Deborah for publishing my haiku. Many thanks also to the others at the Haiku Foundation who make this column possible. Congrats to the poets whose work was selected.