published poems

2007-04-09T08:49:00.000-07:00

red lights

2007-01-09T07:00:00.000-08:00

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downpour...
your sandals still run
on the lawn
while you sip jasmine tea
in my room
.

two-day moon
cuts through the night
leaving a mark
on the poem
yet to be written
.

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red lights, Vol. 3, No. 1, January 2007

The 40th WHA Haiga Contest (12/2006) Natalia Rudychev

2007-01-08T08:03:00.000-08:00

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Japanese translation by Ban'ya Natsuishi
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Modern English Tanka (taiga)

2007-01-07T03:21:00.000-08:00

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Modern English Tanka, Winter 2006, Volume 1, Number 2, 154-155

Modern English Tanka

2007-01-05T02:02:00.000-08:00

.

replacing each other
seasons come and go
under the moon
every step I have taken
leads to your door
.

just before dawn
nine rosebuds
rest on the pillow
ready to bloom
for each shared year
.

weeping willow
we've passed every day
is sawed down
I can tell by your face
that you miss it

.
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Modern English Tanka, Winter 2006, Volume 1, Number 2, 124

Haigaonline

2007-01-04T02:23:00.000-08:00

Haigaonline, issue 7-2, autumn/winter 2006

http://www.haigaonline.com/issue7-2/nr/00.htm

Wisteria

2007-01-03T01:30:00.000-08:00

.
family album -
dry leaves
in the chain link fence

.
on the lake
blue heron
meets its shadow
no words can explain
your touch
.

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Wisteria, Issue 4, January 2007, 21

Ribbons

2006-12-20T10:09:00.000-08:00

.
dragon cloud
stands still
in the darkening blue
your breath
warms my hands
.

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Ribbons, Winter 2006, Volume 2 Number 4, 17.

Contemporary Haibun Online

2006-12-19T06:59:00.000-08:00

The Smile and "Hello, Dear"
.

I've known her for as long as I can remember. We met almost every day but we both were too shy to introduce ourselves. For me her name was the smile and invariable "hello, dear". She was well advanced in years, slim, and tidy. Her clothes showed signs of wear but the overall impression was very pleasing. We talked only once when my Irish setter ran to her and insisted on smelling her pockets. She did not protest. She was worried and a little confused. She said, "Dear, I don't have any treats just some sunflower seeds". I explained that my dog was fond of sunflower seeds. She gave him a handful. While he was eating I could tell that she was happy because she could afford to treat somebody. I thanked her and we parted ways. Afterwards I could not stop smiling. Her happiness filled me with joy. I left for college a week later. This year somebody told me that she passed away.

the sky clears

rainbow bridges

two riverbanks

Contemporary Haibun Online, December 2006, vol 2 no 4

http://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/pages24/Natalia_Rudychev.html

The 39th. WHA Haiga Contest (11/2006) Natalia L. Rudychev

2006-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:00

Japanese translation by Ban'ya Natsuishi
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© Natalia L. Rudychev

Triptych Haiku

2006-11-11T02:26:00.000-08:00

.
equinox -
crab apples
half red/half rotten
.

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Triptych Haiku, 1.2, 18
http://triptychhaiku.blogspot.com/2006/11/18.html

Asahi

2006-11-10T03:26:00.000-08:00

.
autumn equinox -
my half empty glass
half full in mom's eyes
.

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Asahi Haikuist Network, Nov 4-5, 2006
http://www.asahi.com/english/haiku/index.html

Quill & Parchment

2006-11-10T03:05:00.000-08:00

In Disguise
.
do you hear
the poems are dying
every step
....................every breath
...................................every beat?

do you see
autumn clouds erasing
from my eyes
..................sky and earth
..................................blue and green?

do you feel
I am walking on water
not like our Saviour did
but like a goose
chasing shadows of airborne brothers
flapping wings
that will never cut loose?

do you know
the circle of winter
....................drawn by the wind
......................................in a piling snow?

do you sense
I am freezing alive...
in the puddle
....................of an empty apartment
down
below
the monitor's ice?

don't be bothered
(the poems are dying)
grab rose colored glasses
put death in disguise
.
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Quill & Parchment, Oct 1, 2006
http://archives.quillandparchment.com/Oct2006/dis.html

Asahi

2006-10-10T08:52:00.000-07:00

.
indian summer
sparrow in a puddle
plays with its mate
.

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Asahi Haikuist Network, Oct 7-8, 2006
http://www.asahi.com/english/haiku/index.html

SP Quill

2006-10-03T22:30:00.000-07:00

someone lost
.
Dry twigs of placid days are feeding fire,
illuminating stretch of long-deserted shore,
as leaves are dancing night away with shadows,
paced by the tunes of high and low tide.
The wreath of nameless herbs is twined to crown
the halo of the ever-changing moon
that lights the line of lonely tanka verses
where sea can't reach the rumpled page of sand.
Beneath the tangled labyrinth of branches,
the path is writhing in the claws of roots
to home where the worn armchair is waiting
to rock the pain of someone lost all night.
.
all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

SP Quill, Fall 2006, Volume 12, 33.

CLOUDS PEAK

2006-10-01T14:31:00.000-07:00

*

after the rain
garden boots
break the clouds

*

empty driver's seat...
raindrops
on a young woman's face

*

eclipse -
the crow
lands on the moon

*

lips get closer -
harvest moon
in his eyes

*

cold rain -
headlights
pierce through the night

*

all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

CLOUDS PEAK, Issue # 2, October 1st, 2006, page 2.
http://du5tin.net/haiku/page2.html

GREEN LEAF: Contemporary Haiga Artistis Directory

2006-09-28T14:53:00.000-07:00

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GREEN LEAF: Contemporary Haiga Artists Directory
http://thegreenleaf.co.uk/HP/Duets/01/NR/00.htm
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FISH IN LOVE: Haiku Society of America Member's Anthology, 2006

2006-09-27T00:30:00.000-07:00

.
quiet pasture
rusty bicycle
stuck in the fence
.

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FISH IN LOVE: Haiku Society of America Member's Anthology, 2006, 63.

Ribbons

2006-09-26T15:53:00.001-07:00

Selected Tanka
.
a year after
the ferret stopped dancing
clearing out my desk
I find the receipt
"cremation X-small"
.

Tanka Cafe
.
wandering through
Hermitage parlors
I translate the poems
put on canvas
and carved into stone
.

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Ribbons, Autumn 2006, Volume 2, Number 3, 11 & 16.

Haigaonline

2006-09-12T14:00:00.000-07:00

MOONSET

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all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev
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Haigaonline, volume vii, issue 1, spring/summer 2oo6

http://www.haigaonline.com/issue7-1/gallery/nr.htm

Simply Haiku

2006-09-01T11:14:00.000-07:00

Haiku

after the rain

cherry blossoms

shed drops of sun

a light wind...

the fox exhales

blooms

home alone

the moon

falls through the clouds

muddy boots

next to slippers

of indoor spring

Simply Haikum, Autumn2006, Volume 4, Number3

http://www.poetrylives.com/SimplyHaiku/SHv4n3/haiku/Rudychev.html

Simply Haiku

2006-09-01T10:57:00.000-07:00

Modern Haiga

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all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev
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Simply Haiku, Autumn 2006, Volume 4, Number 3
http://www.poetrylives.com/SimplyHaiku/SHv4n3/haiga-modern/Rudychev/index.html

American Open Mike

2006-09-01T10:37:00.000-07:00

Chilly Spring
.
the geese are brawling flying in
the end of winter -- snow is weak
the icicles show wicked grin
my dreams are sinister and bleak

i see the house -- lines are foggy
but smells are making me at peace
with being desolate and groggy
awakened by the brawling geese

i see the city -- it appears
a bit familiar to me
as if i watch it through the tears
shed by this morning's raining spree

the geese are brawling driving out
the dream to which i try to cling
i sigh and leave my silver cloud
of memories this chilly spring
.
all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev
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American Open Mike: The New American Voice, Volume 2, ChicagoPoetry.com Press, 2006,52

The online version of American Open Mike

2006-09-01T09:49:00.000-07:00

and .. i’ll show you the way to be
.
there's no point in whining
my life would not form a Cheshire smile
the dead leaves are falling
a taxi bound nowhere signals to me

i don't play any games
post-Hesse rubbish's in dust on a shelf
only Prufrock goes on
prolonging the torments of Tantalus

i'm trying to master
the Holly Inquisition in vain
my thoughts slowly ripen
and burst like the buboes of endless plague

i'm waiting for you
forget that Sisyphus's cursed forever
break the canon of myth
exhale and.. i'll show you the way to be
.
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The online version of American Open Mike, Volume2
http://chicagopoetry.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=572

The Heron's Nest

2006-09-01T09:05:00.000-07:00

.
grandma's birthday
snowflakes fill the letters
carved into the stone
.
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The Heron's Nest, Volume VIII, Number 3: September, 2006, 5

Haiku Harvest

2006-08-14T22:49:00.000-07:00

.
caress ~
spring wind
shapes the sand
.

.
trace of lipstick -
dry moon
at sunrise
.

.
seventh moon -
fireflies
mirror love
.

.
empty house -
dead vine
on the porch
.

.
egg fight
your wish
under my shell
.

all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

Haiku Harvest, Spring & Summer 2006, Volume 6, Number 1, 152 - 153

Presence

2006-08-14T22:41:00.000-07:00

.
tender side
on the stone
capless acorn
.

.
forty days after
the harvest moon
is too bright
on the rocking chair
I do not dare to move
.

all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

Presence, #29, 16 and 4

paper wasp

2006-08-14T22:34:00.000-07:00

.
doze off
doze on
the spring goes by
.

.
autumn leaf
at the root
of emerging bloom
.

all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

paper wasp, 12 (3) , winter 2006, 4

red lights

2006-08-14T22:24:00.000-07:00

.
on this day in May
I have nothing to wish for
and yet I join
your search for the wishing flower
on a lilac cluster
.

[in Russia a lilac flower with six or more petals grants a wish]

.
all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev
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red lights, Vol. 2, No. 2, June 2006

bottle rockets

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American Open Mike

2006-04-11T11:05:00.000-07:00

~wings of flight~

Ophelia
Ray Johnson
sea somewhere
said last good bye
a parti-colored line
of letter-leaves
is stretched into
the sunset
the verses cover clouds
in close print
Ophelia
the name of primal yearning
for those
who drifting in the stream of ages
draw patch of light
with brush of solar beam
at School of CorresponDANCE
every letter
addresses death
and bears triangle stamp
Ray Johnson
waves form lines for notes
of long-awaited letter
homing-pigeon
pecks one by one
the twinkling lights of night
Ophelia ... Ray Johnson
.....wings of flight.....
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ChicagoPoetry.com
American Open Mike, Vol. 1, 2006, 33
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http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/thr/reviews/review_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000462118
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all rights reserved © Natalia L. Rudychev

SP Quill

2006-04-11T06:42:00.000-07:00

the poppies
(triptych)

only the beaks
poke out of the green shells
the poppies at birth
.
so dense is aroma
the poppies in midday fields
the air trembles
.
alas... i've missed
red butterflies dancing
the poppies farewell

.
SP Quill , Spring 2006 (volume 10), 36
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lexicon

2006-04-11T06:33:00.000-07:00

Autumn letters

.

red butterfly

the tip of its wing is cut

by razor-blue sky

chanting of bells

autumn has dressed in silver

the gold of leaves

the scarlet heart

pulsates through the ribs

of naked aspen

first autumn frost

sketches the stars

on transparent canvas

from sun to the moon

letters with restless rider

dust on the Milky Way

I'm lost in the dark

crumbs of the Seventh Moon

feed autumn ravens

lexicon (fall 2005), 15

lexicon

2006-04-10T10:30:00.000-07:00

A Question

where are you,

Lachesis, where..? will you find me

before Atropos does..?

so thin is the thread

of the oldest of three Kloto

lexicon (fall 2005), 47

The Poetry Explsion Newsletter

2006-04-10T09:50:00.000-07:00

between the lines

*
light tender verses
written by way of clouds melt
into the evening
as spindle summons quietly
magpies to bridge the river

*
in the darkest hour
when grief can not be expressed
by the words that fail
cutting diamond of poet
carves the mirror of my soul

*
two pairs of the eyes
burn through each other missing
a single glance of love
is lost among reflections
in labyrinth of mirrors

*
there's no history
when God said, "Let there be light"
the night of heaven
opened eyelids of the stars
falling in love at first sight

*
blossoming lilac
constellations of flowers
put to shame the stars
composing delightful scrolls
of the five-petal tanka

*
for Tanabata
i have only two wishes
clear sky in July
as the Seventh Moon rises
and the blue song of Lyra

*
the moon at its birth
milky smoke over water
is hiding a smile
of the growing power lit
in the heart of this night

*
i'm but an orphan
even your verses can't soothe
the pain of my loss
the essence that has no name
is hidden between the lines

*
when in the morning
the sun will spread bright wings
illuminating
the window of your abode
i shall awaken smilling

ChicagoPoetry.com

The Poetry Explosion Newsletter (The Pen), July/2006, 5

The Poetry Explosion Newsletter

2006-04-09T08:53:00.000-07:00

...hanami...

i do miss you
red moth of the heart
beats against the cold luna lantern
in the time just preceding the light
beating's dying away
and the contours of branches
soften up
gently covered with dust of exhausted pulsations
i do miss you
you know
the morning today
will revive empty garden
while calendar leaps over season
i do miss you
transparent wings grow cold
sun infuses with color
the snowy canvas
i do miss you
the moth turned to crystal and broke
lucky charm
for reverting to children
forever
i do miss you
the branches are heavy with blooms
vernal air is filled with caresses
come and see
i'll present you this morning
a magical plea
to impossible wintery dare
hanami
.
ChicagoPoetry.com
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The Poetry Explosion Newsletter (The Pen), April/2006, 12
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