autumn rain
the way passions
are given up
winter landscape vanishes into itself
morning tea
I straighten up
my posture
Akitsu Quarterly Spring 2022
morning tea
20 Monday Jun 2022
Posted in Akitsu Quarterly, haiku, Published Poems, senryu
20 Monday Jun 2022
Posted in Akitsu Quarterly, haiku, Published Poems, senryu
autumn rain
the way passions
are given up
winter landscape vanishes into itself
morning tea
I straighten up
my posture
Akitsu Quarterly Spring 2022
19 Sunday Jun 2022
Posted in Frogpond, haiku, Published Poems, senryu
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high clouds-
the cows all grazing
one way
up close
to share a dirty joke
-his bad breath
Frogpond vol. XXI no.3 1998
18 Saturday Jun 2022
Posted in haiku, Modern Haiku, Published Poems, senryu, Tom Clausen biographical info
Also living in New York state, but tending to write haiku about more cheerful, domestic scenes, is Tom Clausen. Though he treats the ups and downs of marriage and being a parent, his experience seems to have been that the ups seem to make up for the downs. He first learned of haiku in the early 1980s when a friend gave him the “Autumn” book of R.H. Blyth’s four-volume Haiku. Though he was interested, he did not seriously take up the genre until 1988, after he read an article about Ruth Yarrow, who was then living in Ithaca, N.Y.
Clausen has lived almost all his life in Ithaca. He was born there on August 1, 1951, and lives there now, in his childhood home with his wife and two children (and two cats). He writes that his parents encouraged him to keep a journal at a very young age. By the time he went to college he was “well into the habit of writing to record experiences and to find expression for thoughts and feelings in solitude.” After college (Cornell University, 1973) he took a series of bicycle trips in North and Central America and helped develop his literary skills by writing letters about his experiences on the road. By 1980 he had begun to write what he “hoped were poems.”
Many of Clausen’s haiku are about his family and his relationships with his children and his wife. This emphasis may show Yarrow’s influence on his work. Here is a senryu about his daughter and another about his wife and cat, which presumably refers to something the poet has said (or it could be understood as a small child mimicking an adult):
after speaking importantly
she quickly resumes
sucking her thumbto the cat
“that’s complete and
utter nonsense”
Clausen writes,
Haiku has consistently appealed to me as a means of centering, focusing, sharing, and responding to a life and world bent on excess. As the layers of my own life have accumulated, I’ve often felt overwhelmed by both personal changes and the mass of news, information, and survival requirements that come with being human these days. Haiku are for me a means of honoring and celebrating simple yet profound relationships that awaken in us, with a gentle and silent inner touch, a spiritual relevance that adds meaning to our lives.
He, too, has practiced Zen meditation and looks on haiku as a tool for “spiritual tuning and guidance, shining light on the way we go.”
Clausen joined the Haiku Society of America and Haiku Canada in 1988. He sometimes attends HSA meetings in New York City where he has had contact with such poets as Stevenson, Dee Evetts, and L.A. Davidson. He has self-published three small chapbooks of his haiku, in 1994, 1995, and 1998. A collection of his tanka, A Work of Love, was published in 1997 by Tiny Poems Press. In 2000 Snapshot Press in England published Homework, a book of his haiku. It was a small collection about, once again, family life. Clausen also writes haiku with a more traditional focus on nature. Here are two: the first one has a very strong sense of sabi and the second shows a bonding with the world of wild nature—and more sabi.
twilight
the only car ahead
turns offsnow flurrying . . .
the deer, one by one, look back
before they vanish
excerpt from an essay in Modern Haiku- “American Haiku’s Future” by Cor van den Heuvel
Modern Haiku v. 34: no.3 2003 Autumn
18 Saturday Jun 2022
Posted in Frogpond, haiku, Published Poems, senryu
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outskirts of town-
the faded clown face
on the phone pole
a couple arguing…
with and against
the wind
Frogpond vol. XXI no. 2 1998
18 Saturday Jun 2022
Posted in Frogpond, Published Poems, tanka
17 Friday Jun 2022
Posted in haibun, nature, Published Poems, senryu
You can sit on a lawn or in a field, or forest or by a stream; almost anyplace
and just sit there sensing whatever. The longer you sit the better for settling
out the business of the mind and becoming open to the myriad senses of
sound, sight, smell and the way all manner of life is right there to discover…
page by page…
she knows on each one
where Waldo is
Frogpond v. XXIV no.3 2001
17 Friday Jun 2022
Posted in Frogpond, haiku, leaves, nature, Published Poems
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morning walk –
an elderly woman picks up
certain leaves
Frogpond v. XXIV no.3 2001
16 Thursday Jun 2022
Laughing To Myself
A collection of haiku and senryu by Tom Clausen, a favorite poet of many readers of haiku. Tom has been writing haiku for over twenty years and has enchanted readers with his very personal outlook on family, nature and living in this modern world. Tom opens his heart so that those who read his poems not only feel like they know him, but because his poems touch a universal chord readers also feel like they know themselves a bit better too.
before sleep
laughing to myself
at myself
Since 1989, when Tom Clausen first came onto the haiku scene, he has been in the forefront of English language haiku, senryu, haibun and tanka. Tom was a pioneer in the haiku movement that let haiku not only roam through the natural world, but let it into our cities, homes, and all other aspects of our modern world. No other haiku poet has so openly let the reader into his life and into his heart. Tom, while retaining his individual voice, manages to convey the aspiration and angst of all of us who live in this modern world and does so with a wry and whimsical smile. This collection which spans the entire 24 years of Tom’s insightful, honest and often humorous poetry will give those who know Tom’s work a chance to revisit old favorites and find gems they might haves missed and give those less familiar with Tom’s work a chance to see why he is one of the most influential haiku and senryu poets of his generation.
bitter wind-
we circle our candles
for peace
Review by Alan Summers
16 Thursday Jun 2022
Posted in A Work of Love, Book reviews, Published Poems, tanka
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A Work of Love by Tom Clausen, Tiny Poems Press Chapbook Winner 1997.The booklets of the winners of the chapbook contest are 5.5 x 4.25 inches, staple bound, and available for $3.00 ppd each, or $10 for the set of four postpaid. Hint: go for the whole series. They are truly worth every cent. Order from Tiny Poems Press, 170 Elm Street, Enfield, CT 06082.Here, an existing language has been chosen by Tom Clausen to enlarge and explain certain spiritual spaces in which a privileged reader can participate. There is, like always, a price for such an experience – the reader somehow has to give up conventional linear thinking and instead has to give into physical and psychic areas where Clausen is not only at home but through several years of hard work also developed his own way of composing 5-liners.Tom Clausen has the advantage to work as a librarian, which means, he enjoys having constant access to world-literature. With this far reaching education he paved his way into the haiku/tanka/haibun-scene. Now, with Lynx also on-line, his work occurs in circles spreading into another body of resonance. With this latest composition of forty tanka, A Work of Love, Clausen offers new ways to refer to daily life at a level where the poetical language meets and surpasses the demanding situations we all often would like to stay away from. Well, with his booklet in a small pocket you may sit in a rowboat at dawn. You are on a trip while already having in mind to go diving; the element you’ll chose is the fluid one. Preparing yourself, there is some spare time ahead of you to be filled with something important, right? What’s available to be read? Perhaps Clausen’s tanka? Here are only three of the works of love:
the envelope to me
sealed carefully with tape
on every seam
when opened, reveals
absolutely nothing
for over a decade
we’ve talked –
still you want our talk
as much as I want
the silences between
tolerably melancholy
to sit here while the kids play
and be lost in myself –
on a path nearby
she walks in the sun
Books Review Copyright © Jane Reichhold 1997.
16 Thursday Jun 2022
Posted in American Haibun & Haiga, haibun, haiku, Published Poems, spring
In the Woods
In 1962 when I was eleven I fancied myself to be a Last of the Mohicans, Huckleberry Finn, outback wilderness child, and had chosen the name “Wonapsa” to inspire and fulfill the fantasies I played out in the woods and gorges behind our house. The woods contained the world I loved, both real and imaginary. I would spy on rabbits, chipmunks, and woodpeckers. Sometimes I would sit as still as I could to see what being a ghost was all about. I laid on the ground, smelling the dirt and embracing a patch of earth just my size. I would climb trees listening to the wind sigh in the boughs and learn the creak that comes from deep in trees. The woods were filled with secrets I wanted to know.
sun after rain–
the garter snake fresh
from its skin
In the spring it was momentous to find mayapples and hepaticas and know new life arises from the litter and wreckage of winters’ leaving. One day while scampering up and down steep slopes in random search for tiny skulls, feathers, fossils, or a special perch to sit awhile, I peeked over a ridge top to see a man and a woman lying out on a ledge a way below me. What they were doing I had roughly heard about but never seen. The trees between me and them were few but a bit of guilt kept me from a steady stare. I became aware of the unlikeliness of what I was witnessing and felt an exhilaration of discovery. To see their flesh while they kept some clothes on filled me with curiosity. I do not re- member a distinct conclusion, my memory choosing to focus on the unison of their movements.
That night my heart and mind recreated it all over and over. What images I had seen. How purely animal and natural they were. How unexpected and free a view I had.
Years go by and that ledge is still there. My walks in the woods these days sometimes pass that place. I always look a little and remember. I’ve never seen anyone else there.
barren woods–
a clump of wild onion
scents the air
American Haibun & Haiga Volume 1