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HAIKU
(1995-2015)
Crucified by destiny
– while searching for its creator:
We are passing through the door of truth towards the
perception of the essence…
if the essence is peace, tranquility and silence which reject
every thought, leaving us indifferent, but filled with love –
capable to express, at any moment, faireness and
goodness.
Haiku is a direct contact between an author and his reader, between nature
and a man – any interpretation drifts away from it and its essence: from the
direct contact between an observer, a creation and its creator.
If a man can’t discover a haiku, the haiku is there to discover the man.
-Dreams Made of Hay /2000
-Full Moon /2009
-Dragonfly /2016
For his work Milan Dragović was awarded in his native county and abroad.
His awarded haiku poetry:
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a monk’s sleeve…
broad enough for
a baby sparrow
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here are its wings
– where has it gone,
yesterday’s butterfly?
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a falcon flies
through the summer noise of birds…
freezing the silence
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drizzling rain –
by a burnt down house,
a dispirited rooster
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heavy eyelids –
autumn clouds
press the horizon
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sultry summer night…
a worm bites through the silence
in a fallen acorn
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summer full moon…
my shadow on the floor
under an icon
The Peggy Willis Lyles Haiku Award for 2016 ( USA)
First place
autumn rain—
nothing left of the gull
but its voice
Oh, cold and dreary autumn rain. Has the gull flown and we are left with its voice fading into what little light there is?
Or do we find something more within the carefully crafted imagery and sound values that convey the tone and significance of the moment?
Is the gull dying? Intuition tells me yes. This poem’s focus is the natural world, but it resonates on a deeper level with the human condition. Death takes its time. As the end draws nearer and nearer, lifeblood and energy drain, the breath becomes shallower, the voice weaker, until there is nothing left but the sound of the rain through which the spirit passes. Most of us have heard the cry of a seagull. It is sharp, piercing, annoying at full throttle. Yet I can’t help but think that even a gull has its more tender moments when mating or caring for offspring.
I hear the gull’s voice and I’m reminded of loved ones I have lost, of things they said that I will never forget, or a poem they wrote that speaks to me still in the silence of their absence. A poem like this, one that has found a place in my heart.
Judge comment
(425 poets participated with 1930 haiku poems)
17. Haiku contest Odzaci 2006 (Serbia) – International contest
First place
a falcon flies
through the summer noise of birds…
freezing the silence
This haiku shows us the clear picture of life. Like every haiku, this one also draws us in its concentric-associative circles into the very essence of existence and shows us that thin line between life and death. In this case, in this poem, by the sound of the prolonged letter “s” (In Serbian): with a sound of falcon wings.
Proleti soko (Sss…), (Sss..) sledi tišinu.
(a falcon flies…), (freezing the silence).
At the same time there we can feel, through that abrupt transition from the cheerful bird humming to the frozen silence: virtuoso dance of the samurai and his katana – which with the same sound (Sss…) of its shiny blade splits his enemies who fall around him like sheaves.
Once a poet said: “What is life – but nearly a flash of lightning”.
Author
(Note: The poems in the native language are written in the 5/7/5 syllable count.)