the rustles
of bamboo
under the moon
I listen
to an owl's hoots
David He
*
full moon
for harvesting...
a squirrel
pulls a pine cone
into her nest
David He
the rustles
of bamboo
under the moon
I listen
to an owl's hoots
David He
*
full moon
for harvesting...
a squirrel
pulls a pine cone
into her nest
David He
Additional Cold Moon Journal nominations for the 2023 Touchstone Awards have been submitted to The Haiku Foundation (poems published July to mid-November 2023).
Congratulations to these 19 talented poets:
Bryan Rickert
Deborah Karl-Brandt
Dejan Ivanovic
Ingrid Baluchi
Janet Krauss
Jerome Berglund
JL Huffman
Joe Whitlow
M. R. Pelletier
Mariangela Canzi
Nicola Schaum
Priti Khullar
Roman Lyakhovetsky (invalidated, as he serves on the board)
Sébastien Revon
Steliana Cristina Voicu
Stephanie Zepherelli
Susan Burch
Timothy Daly
Vandana Parashar
Recap
Earlier this year, CMJ submitted (nine) nominations for individual poems published January to June 2023.
Link to names of these nominees:
https://coldmoonjournal.blogspot.com/2023/06/2023-touchstone-nominations.html
Going Forward
Editors may nominate up to 30 poems annually. Thus far we are at 28. The possibility exists for us to nominate two more poems published between now and the end of Decemeber. Any such announcement will be made here.
Good luck to all our nominees!
moss
phlox
the softness in her face
caressed by misting rain
Douglas J. Lanzo
*
cold
glimmer in her eyes
frostwork crystal
feathering sea cave
Douglas J. Lanzo
first strawberry pick
a swoosh of red
dawns
Lakshmi Iyer
*
post surgery
moon lights
the
padded lingerie
Lakshmi Iyer
quiet autumn night—
the bubbling of
grilled
clams
Wai Mei Wong
*
a rooster’s call
the sunny side up touches
grandpa’s
nose
Wai Mei Wong
river walk
our path
wends
through frog song
Louise Hopewell
*
the blue
tip
of a dragonfly’s tail
day moon
Louise Hopewell
one sunflower
tracks its namesake
among stones
that have no names
potter's
field
William Cullen Jr.
*
leaving mountain shade
a crow takes some along
for
its shadow
William Cullen Jr.
Night falls deeper
clouds weave over secret rivers
veins
of our lives
Lorraine Caputo