Guest Haiku Thread Editor, Bernard Gieske, US




Night and Day – What A Difference they Make


My image and experiences of ponds is from my early childhood days. As I grew older I graduated to larger and larger lakes. Ponds, however small, are domains of a great range of activity, which is not all that evident except through deliberate observation. The life in and around a pond during the day differs significantly during the night. Trying to compose haiku about ponds helped me realized how fortunate I was in having these kinds of adventures growing up with ponds. I consider it unfortunate that my children did not have the same opportunities. No doubt, my picks of haiku will be prejudiced by my own experiences and memories.         

I don’t consider my choices as any kind of evaluation of the poet’s skill. I hope all readers keep this quote in mind which I found in a Haiku Foundation Blog:

No good poet is ever categorizable. The art of poetry is the art of being unique. Of being someone that, in fact, no one else could be. It is not true to the spirit of poetry to read one poem by a poet and think of that as his work, even if it is his best.

          –Diane Wakoski, Toward a New Poetry

 So in the spirit of simply reading and enjoying, remembering and sharing experiences, here are my picks. 

My first thoughts of a pond are full of fish and the fun we had fishing.  Perhaps, though, for this old man catching and selling fish was his trade. Atany rate, he must have been an expert fisherman.     

pond life—

an old man’s dhoti

full of fishes

# 01. Ramesh Anand, MY

One of the most captivating insects at a pond is the dragonfly, darting around, landing, and “kissing” the water.  

behind the trees

a kiss by the dragonfly

stirs the pond

# 16. Willie R. Bongcaron, PH

The colors of the dragonfly are most attractive and eye-catching.

                        dragonfly summer:

shards of colour

flit across the pond

# 48. Chitra Rajappa, IN

 There are always more than one dragonfly and it is interesting to see how they interact.  Marion presents us with her imaginings.

two dragonflies dance

with their reflections

—French nightclub

# 90. Marion Clarke, IE

Night time at a pond is quite noisy. This is when the bull frogs begin their croaking. 

starry pond
the pulsing throat

of a frog

# 10. Chen-ou Liu, CA

This was another night time activity but not of the expected kind. In my early days, “pollution” was not part of our vocabulary, and, I am sorry to say, we were culprits of the same; however, our imaginations were not quite this active.      

                        alone by the pond

my yellow stream goes farther

to touch the moon

# 53. Chen-ou Liu, CA  (for Santoka Taneda)      

Sometimes sitting on the bank holding a fishing pole, one was aware of the quiet and sensed life standing still. Time and again one would hear a sound and wonder what it was all about. Ponds are not open books. They always provide mystery and, sometimes, the thrill of discovery. 

                        life stands still

except for some ripples

in the pond

# 110. Willie R. Bongcaron, PH

a tail splash ...

crayfish lurking

in its burrow

# 111. Vania Stefanova, BG

One thing we can be sure of...we will not be the only observers.

watching a nest

on the willow… the pond eyes

waching me!

# 41. Djurdja Vukelic-Rozic, CR

staring up at me

from below the surface

eye of newt


# 161. Tracy Davidson, UK

Ponds are sometimes muddy and murky but, even then, one can find something beautiful to capture in pictures. Here are some of the beautiful pictures, still and action shots, one might find.

                        adult mayflies
                        emerge from the water—
                        a fish leaps

            # 21. Jax Aemilias, UK


A crystalline life—
The ray of sun
over a sunfish

 # 82. Munia Khan, BD

she flutters wet wings
as she waddles out
a duck from the pond

# 121. Sandra Martyres, IN

half filled with water
the old wood row boat—
cattails in the wind

# 133. John Daleiden, US


a heron and its

reflection in the pond, perched

on the same leg

# 202. Tomislav Maretic, CR


stretching its neck

as if to measure a sky


# 263. Alegria Imperial, CA


summer breeding pond

another frog makes its way

onto the stage

# 32 Harvey Jenkins, CA

This haiku is interesting because what is said can easily be true of both the parties involved.

wild geese

squabbling on the pond edge

a young couple

# 107. John Daleiden, US

I don’t remember that I did much reflecting or meditating at the pond in my younger days. Those thoughts if I had any are gone forever. I certainly would welcome the occasion now to calmly sit at the pond in the warm sun and quietly indulge in thoughtful contemplation about life, nature, self, and this world in which we find ourselves.  A pond sets the stage.

murky pond

trying to

collect my thoughts

# 182. Cara Holman, US


quiet contemplation
a dragonfly lands
on my shoe

# 136. Harvey Jenkins, CA


mill pond

I skim the surface

of wakefulness

# 167. Tracy Davidson, UK 

The temptation to philosophize or explore one’s sense of being is very strong.

monsoon’s end...

out of emptiness

pond’s life


# 31. Ramesh Anand, MY


the miles

a water stryder covers

my mirrored sky


# 253. Alegria Imperial, CA

But ponds can be just plain fun to be around and then some unexpected things do happen. 

                        the little frog hops

from cloud to cloud

pond life is fun

# 119. Sandra Martyres, IN


frog pond...

I jump over

the spring sun

# 49. Chen-ou Liu, CA


                        coupling frogs

nude bathing she slaps lotus

leaves on her breasts

# 265. Karin Anderson, AU


                        suddenly mired

at the pond's slippery edge

my shiny shoe

# 69. Willie R. Bongcaron, PH

There may not be much to attract us to a pond in the winter time, except when a cold spell sets in.


on farmer Giles farm pond—

thin ice

# 102. John Daleiden, US

It may not be only thin ice to be wary of. I was skating along near an unfrozen spot, looking down at my shoes to observe how straight my ankles were. Without knowing it I was turning to the right and ended up in the water.  It was a cold walk home. To be sure there are “dangers” even in the summer time we should be careful about.

staring at me

from the murky depths—


# 03. John Daleiden, US


this old editor falls in

clouds and a blue sky

# 94. John Daleiden, US

 Where, oh where is John now? 









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