Haiku Contest 2017


This year we recived 263 entries from participants from 42 countries. Thank you for participation and congratulations to the winners!


First Prize

with an answer
for everything
the tree of crows

Sandi Pray, USA

This poem has easily found a place in my heart. It’s a well-written haiku, very simple, but at the same time containing a sharp observation. The first two verses suggest that it might be poem about human nature but the last verse explains everything. Poem gradually paints in front of my eyes the black and white winter scene. Somehow I imagine it as a sumi-e painting. Haiku is full of sounds – I can almost hear it. Winter is the quietest season of the year, there are no insects, most of birds flew away long ago, and snow suppresses all other sounds. The crows’ tree in such conditions seems even louder. And it has its own answers for everything – you just have to listen. Every year I witness this phenomenon, because of a large tree in front of my window which is a home for many crows during the winter. Inspired by it, I once wrote:

winter dawn
the trees blossom
with crows

But the haiku above is deeper and richer in many aspects.

– Maria Tomczak


Second Prize

Old pond –
thought by thought
a crack deepens

Heike Gewi, Germany

Immediately the Basho’s famous haiku comes to mind. I wondered at first whether it was definitely intentional, but no haiku poet would use the phrase “old pond” if he did not want to refer to the Master. And it’s brilliant! The poem is very intriguing. What thoughts can cause a crack? I like the multitude of interpretations that you can explore layer by layer.

– Maria Tomczak


Third Prize

end of summer –
stitching the clouds
with a skipping stone

Eduard Tara, Romania

Haiku is wonderful in its simplicity. I clearly feel the atmosphere of late summer here, when it is too cold for bathing in the lake or river and you have to find another way to spend time. What an interesting idea is stitching the clouds with a skipping stone! The author shows us a world we can only see through the eyes of a child. I absolutely love this haiku.

– Maria Tomczak


Honorable Mentions
(alphabetical order)

old hands
getting new wings –
snow angel

Lavana Kray, Romania


hills and valleys
how many strokes of brush
to the river?

Azi Kuder, Poland


empty shell
the wind intones
my sins of omission

Scott Mason, USA


sick child…
a fly’s thin buzz
vibrates the orb web

Polona Oblak, Slovenia


silent rain
grandma weaves
war memories

Anthony Q. Rabang, Philippines


waiting room
a spider hangs
on silence

Kala Ramesh, India


her long black hair-
April showers

Carl Seguiban, Canada


oyster pearls
finding myself again
after motherhood

Christina Sng, Singapore


snow melt
even your footsteps
have gone

Rachel Sutcliffe, England


last light the scent of lilac          long after

Dietmar Tauchner, Austria