Zazen -
dew fading
on the car windows.

—Jon Summers

About the author: Jon Summers lives in South Wales, and has had haiku published in a variety of magazines including Blithe Spirit, Presence and Fire. He lives with his wife, a rapidly growing son, and an ever-shrinking amount of time to actually get any writing done!

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Responses to the haiku for 27 March 2003 by Jon Summers

    don socha (socha1de at cmich dot edu)
    2003-03-27 12:48:36

    As a practitioner of zazen myself, I'm particularly drawn to this ku, Jon.

    The group I'm with has group sits once each week, but it's on campus, so there are no cars involved, usually, but we do monthly sesshins at a local house to which people tend to arrive via car. These also take place on Saturdays and begin at six AM, so noticing the fading of the dew on the windshields is something we might expect to notice. A nice evocation of silence, I might add. Thanks, and gassho,

    Don Socha

    2003-03-27 14:34:15

    How come haiku poets all seem to write such long biographies?

    And the poem sucked, too.

    2003-03-27 18:29:52

    hi jon.. i'm ex-newport now living in australia for the best part of 33 years....(the best decison i ever made.).. i like simple minimal haiku so enjoyed this

    Craig Mclanachan (cramar at actrix dot co dot nz)
    2003-03-27 23:00:30

    Nice image,a good investment of the few words you used to write it.

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-27 23:04:28


    "i wonder...
    reflection on life
    tomorrow's broken promise"

    contradiction to beliefs, many try being complex. have they merely forgotten, and in the dawning light say, "might i impress someone today". as the dew drops fade, most words fall by the wayside, as surely as the sun proceeds along it's path across the sky, never being considered again over the course of time.

    tis a pity.

    in enlightenment, as my words have flown to others' ears, or senses, what ever the medium of appreciation, and undulating admiration, there was a simple perplexed look.

    as one rises to the occasion, or obtain a lofty stature in life, speak not in haste, nor with perfunctory words to impress, for it will seem all a waste.
    to know when and when not to be so expressive, shows one's true learning, one's humble goals, for all too soon one's words drift aimlessly above the listener's head, just as unrevealing as that cloud you didn't see while you slept.

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-03-27 23:06:48

    nope, didn't like it.

    john tiong chunghoo
    2004-01-12 10:10:17

    trying to zero in
    on one bird's chirp

    ed markowski (1elmarko at comcast dot net)
    2004-01-18 23:04:28

    meditating at noon
    an ice cream truck
    jingles past

    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2004-06-05 18:28:55


    tossing a flower
    from my balcony ...
    i touch a star