Mother's Day
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I am travelling to Russia for a month and a half to see my mom. I am not sure I can be active on-line during this trip. I hope to be inspired and bring back a notebook full of Russian haiku. In US Mother's Day is celebrated on the second Sunday in May. This year it is May the 14-th. I use this extra opportunity to give my mom gifts and make her smile. One of these gifts is this haiga.
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Mother's Day -
sunlight
fills the mailbox
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I want to thank Dr. Gabi Greve for including this haiga into World Kigo Database:
http://worldkigodatabase.blogspot.com/2006/11/womens-day-international.html
This made my mom and me very happy.
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running away

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last step

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graduation
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graduation -

weathered boots

walk on clouds

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sunset


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For a long time I could not forgive him the horse that was taken

from the knacker's yard and perished right on the set.

Nikolai Burliaev

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Petition of the Horse

(archives of Passion According to Andrei)

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.............................to be late for slaughter

bad luck or fate

steady karmic curse

to be born forever

unsuccessful date

with a shining blade

i am late

the girth

tightens my endeavor

till the very end

i don't understand

whether flesh or soul

suffers cuts and sever

playing endless role

on director's call

i begin to fall

through the stairs roll

like a clown

from the highest wall

down

i receive the fee

of the cold Grand Prix

bullet shot

makes an easy run

to the Eden's sun

happy lot

path is firmly set

(it's a pity that

Stanislavsky's dead

he would kneel and bow)

now

i am tired... no

the breaking bones wouldn't scare me

pain would not grow

yet i dread to ruin my part and plea

(the director wants me to play sincere)

by the hundredth take it will be too much

i'll lose my touch

and the shot will smear

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i return again to my karmic curse...

let me come to life in the form of stone

let me grab the chance to escape new birth

i'll bless the knaker with final moan

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can't you tell by eyes looking through the mane

slaughter house for once will be more humane

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The Bear
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All roses are beautiful. Some roses are special. It has nothing to do with a giver. The roses on my coffee table are special. I touch one petal and it feels right. The comforting sensation of plush endures twenty years after a toy bear was thrown away. The bear had been in my family for fifty years. My grandma handled it with gentle care when she tucked us at night. Recently, I found out that my bear belongs to a rare breed highly sought after by the collectors. Even if I had the money I would not buy a bear that looks like mine. It will never replace my bear, the bear that heard me laugh in my sleep. I stopped when they threw it away.
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