Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Coffin Haiku

dust to dust . . .
the widow's shadow
on the coffin


Acorn, #32, April 2014

Love Haiku

budding blossoms…
a love poem for no one
in particular


tinywords, 14:1, 8 April 2014

Monday, April 28, 2014

A Tanka Set for an April Fool

in the dream
my home shore eroded
by time's waves ...
what's left of myself
unrecognizable

she says,
the spring morning air
is throbbing
with promise . . .
of what? I murmur

NeverEnding Story, April 4, 2014

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Banner Tanka

the banner
Make Poetry Live
painted in red ...
the voice of my critic
slicing the cold air

Gusts, 19 Spring/Summer 2014

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Silent Night Tanka

Silent Night from afar...
when not curled up in a ball
on the couch
I pace the room reciting
Li Po’s Autumn Thoughts

Gusts, 19 Spring/Summer 2014

Old Photograph Tanka

old photograph
in a glass trophy case...
with my finger
I trace the faces
that overlap mine

Gusts, 19 Spring/Summer 2014

Friday, April 25, 2014

Thursday, April 24, 2014

A Set of Tanka for Emily Dickinson

clad in lily-white
she sweeps into each room
and out again . . . .
the woman in my vision
remains a winter dream

loneliness ...
the thing with feathers
perches on my heartstrings
singing there is no there there
throughout this snowy night

NeverEnding Story, March 27, 2014

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Suicide Note Tanka

under dim light
his ink-stained suicide note:
the cliché is beautiful
because it comes to my eyes
in its last extremity

Tanka Journal, 44, April 2014

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Boston Marathon Tanka

for the people of Boston

in Boston sunlight
his racing bib inscribed
with the names
of men and women
killed in the bombing


PoemHunter, April 22, 2014

A Tanka about My Underground Notes

the poet found
hanging from his belt
near the window
My Underground Notes scattered
on this Good Friday night

Tanka Journal, 44, April 2014

Monday, April 21, 2014

Hourglass of Life Tanka

I’ve scribbled
around these lines on “poet’s dream”
for a week
if only I could turn
the hourglass of my life

Tanka Journal, 44, April 2014

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Clichéd Words Tanka

these clichéd words
curling on themselves
stare up at me
in their hollow eyes
the longing for death

Tanka Journal, 44, April 2014

Spring Rain Tanka

drowning
in my own vomit
of cliched words . . .
awake to the pitter patter
of spring rain

Tanka Journal, 44, April 2014

Friday, April 18, 2014

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Barbed Wire Haiku

winter raindrops
along a strand of barbed wire --
inmate visitation 


Revisit Selected Haiku, 2014 Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest

Romanian Translation by Cristina Oprea

picuri de iarnă
pe un fir de sârmă ghimpată --
zi de vizita

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

A Tanka about Toronto

they claim
Toronto means "meeting place"
in Huron...
"foreign credential" tastes good
on the know-it-all's tongue


PoemHunter, March 26, 2014

A Tanka about Death Dancing

death tap dances
across the attic floor --
one by one
I jot down love tanka
from a long-gone past

Poetry Nook, 6, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Grovestone Tanka

I see
my name through the moss
on the gravestone...
waking to the darkness
in a leaky attic

Poetry Nook, 6, 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

Nostalgia Tanka

my Chinese world
confined in an attic
with English words
I excavate the interior
world of nostalgia

Poetry Nook, 6, 2014

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Owl Haiku

an owl's hooting ...
the rise and fall of voices
from a lumber camp

Kokako, 20, April 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

A Tanka about Hometown Memories

hometown memories
floating on a river of time
slip away
into the foggy distance…
a sand gull lost in the sky

Kokako, 20, April 2014

Lotus Leaf Tanka

spring dewdrops
float on a lotus leaf…
the reality
that I will surely die,
that I already have

Kokako, 20, April 2014

Friday, April 11, 2014

Elliptical Thoughts Haiku

elliptical thoughts
of what could have happened ...
winter drizzle

2014 Haiku Canada Anthology

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Thunder Tanka

the fourth flash
followed by a faint clap
of thunder ...
I watch myself in the dream
uttering, it's finished

Ribbons, 10:1, Winter 2014

New Snow Tanka

that moonless night
my girlfriend and I trailed
a shooting star...
passing by each other now
we leave footprints in new snow

Ribbons, 10:1, Winter 2014

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job, A Haibun

debris scattered
here and there
an old man playing blues

It is not just the levees that break... the smell breaks away... from the skin when a boy is pulled out of the waters. The waters that come and stand ... still with the bodies of black people, of my people... she says, her voice breaking.

a green doghouse
with FEMA on its roof
lower ninth ward at dusk



Note: The title comes from George W. Bush's comment on Katrina relief work done by Michael DeWayne Brown, Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) Director. My haibun is inspired by Spike Lee's 2006 award-winning documentary, titled When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Ilha Formosa?, A Haibun

Sendai earthquake ...
the darkness pierced
only by flashlights

At night, I toss and turn, worrying about the long-term health risks for Japan and its neighbors. My homeland, Taiwan, is one of the closest.

Fukushima at dawn --
one vending machine
still glowing

I remember during the late 1990s at the height of the anti-nuclear movement in Taiwan, someone handed me a flyer on the street. It listed important instructions on how to survive a nuclear disaster. The last one on the list said: "When driving away in the rescue convoy, please remember to look back, because that will be your last sight of Taipei."

radioactive scare
this a world of dew
and yet ...



Notes:

1 In 1544, a Portuguese ship sighted the main island of Taiwan and named it "Ilha Formosa," which means “Beautiful Island.” Taipei is its capital.
2 This poem is a revision of  Ilha Formosa?, which was first published in Sketchbook, 6:3, May/June 2011

Darkness Tanka

wrinkled
loose-leaf pages ...
I write
to keep the darkness
echoing

A Hundred Gourds, 3:2, March 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Child of O'Keeffe Tanka

a child of O'Keeffe
I've made words my ladder
to the moon –
critics cannot stop
cracking their knuckles

A Hundred Gourds, 3:2, March 2014