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March 1, 2007

such naches: 2006 Heron’s Nest Readers’ Choice Awards

Filed under: Haiku or Senryu — David Giacalone @ 11:11 am

      In his classic book The Joys of Yiddish, Leo Rosten defines naches as “the glow of pleasure-plus-pride that only a child can give to its parents.”  Around f/k/a, the Gang finds that our best naches-moments of joy, pride and gratification involve the accomplishments of our Honored Guest Poets.  This morning, our chests and hearts are swelling with naches over The Heron’s Nest Readers’ Choice Awards 2006 (Vol. VIII).

thnLogoGF  The Readers of the esteemed haiku journal The Heron’s Nest have chosen as their Favorite Poem from Volume VIII (2006) of THN, this gem from Billie Wilson:

winter wind —
a cradlesong sung
in an ancient tongue

See Billie’s webpage for more of her work.

THN Readers’ Choice Popular Poets  thnLogoG

In addition, Heron’s Nest readers choose their Favorite Poets (who are arrived at by totaling the number of votes awarded each poet for their entire body of work in Volume VIII. ).  For 2006, the Grand Prize went to our Honorable Guest Poet and friend, John Stevenson and the First Runner-up Prize went to Billie Wilson

thnLogoB  When I emailed John to congratulate him last night, he wrote back: “Each time that I’ve had this kind of boost from the readers of The Heron’s Nest I’ve wished that there was some way that I could say thank you to them.”  To the THN readers who stop by f/k/a: Please Consider yourself thanked by John (plus me — and Billie, too).  

Here are samples of haiku by John and Billie from Volume VIII.

 

from deep in the forest
a haunting birdsong
sung just once

 

unanswered mail —   yinyang
a pelting rain
flattens the pansies

cold moon —
a stray dog roams
the village street

  snowflake    . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  by Billie Wilson

late night —
a waitress repeats
the list of pies

 

a penny for my thoughts?
the fireflies
of last summer  

 

midwinter thaw
last night I dreamed
my dad was alive  

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by John Stevenson  doorFrontF   

As a bonus for f/k/a readers, below the fold you will find haiku by our family of Honored Guests from the The Heron’s Nest, Vol. IX, No. 1 (March 2007), which was also published online yesterday.  

circle of lamplight —
I complete the baby quilt
begun for me

 

a butterfly
so long at my window
summer dusk

firecrackerSmN  . . . . by Carolyn Hall
“circle of lamplight” – Heron’s Nest Award

between windows
the space the spider
lived and died

. . .  by Tom Clausen, Editors’ Choice 

autumn dusk
enough light
to count the leaves

 

banana leaf
our small talk
in the rain

. . . by yu chang  yinyang

 

golden hour
a nuthatch pauses
partway down the trunk

 

basswood stump
what I would say
if asked  

. . . by paul m
      

ferry dock
sunlight bounces
from wave to wave

. . . . by Laryalee Fraser

 

summer cottage
the nails
mother straightened

 

late summer —
eelgrass turns
with the tide

. . . . ………………………….. by Hilary Tann   thnLogoB

old snag —
a woodpecker starts
the day

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Alice Frampton

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prairie —
nothing
higher

. . . . by Gary Hotham

wild flax —
a minute of blue sky
on a cloudy day

. . . . by DeVar Dahl    snowflake   

 

wilderness canyon
my shout and its echo
quickly lost in time
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by George Swede

 

rush hour —
spring snow covers
the roadside memorial

snowflake . . . . by Billie Wilson

 

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