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haikaiTALKS: a saturday gathering! 29th November 2025 Billee Dee

haikaiTALKS: The Spacious Moment: Haiku and the Art of Presence|a saturday gathering under the banyan tree


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Special Guest Poet: Billie Dee

host: Srinivasa Sambangi 29th November 2025


haikaiTALKS: a saturday gathering under the banyan tree

Your Guest Poet for November: Billie Dee


haikaiTALKS 


The Spacious Moment: Haiku and the Art of Presence Billie Dee


We now wrap up November with two more haikai selected from the anthology Naad Anunaad: an anthology of contemporary world haiku (Kala Ramesh, Sanjuktaa Asopa, Shloka Shankar, eds. Pune, IN: Vishwakarma Publications, 2016, ISBN# 978-93-85665-33-2). Along with the season, take note of the shifting light and the scent of autumn as we conclude our journey here together, for this month.


Part 5: Time Rewoven

Haiku does not measure time in minutes or months—it measures it in frost and crocus, breath

and bell. Memory weaves itself into season, and the future slips in through repetition. In this

final installment, we look at how presence is braided with return.


New Year’s bells

all the way to the horizon

frosted cabbages


— Angelee Deodhar


and after such a year

the first crocus

in its usual place


— Anita Virgil


Deodhar’s haiku rings with both expanse and humility: the horizon-wide tolling, and the simple

groun upheaval, the comfort of one small thing returning exactly where it should. Not a miracle, just continuity. And that is enough.


Here, ma becomes memory held lightly. These haiku do not cling to the past or grasp for the

future. Instead, they meet each return with quiet recognition. The sacred ordinary, again.


PROMPT: What returned to you this season—not in glory, but in steadiness? What came

back quietly and helped you remember who you are? Write haikai about the shifting weather, the small variations at each turn of the cycle, about how these changes color the flow of your own life. Then share.

_()_ Namaste, Billee Dee


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“A Dictionary of Haiku Classified by Season Words with Traditional and Modern Methods,” by Jane Reichhold:

 

Indian subcontinent SAIJIKI:

 

The Five Hundred Essential Japanese Season Words:

 

The World Kigo Database:

 

The Yuki Teikei Haiku Season Word List:

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Thanks, Billie. Your notes, the examples you have given and your prompt are so breathtakingly stunning. Thank you so much. I hope more poets try to see 'ma' the way you have so superbly expressed.

Dear Members,

Waiting for your responses.

Please provide your feedback on others' commentary and poems as well. _()_

We are continuing haikaiTALKS in a grand manner!

Keep writing and commenting! _kala

75 Comments


Ron C. Moss
Ron C. Moss
Dec 10, 2025

Haiku#1

mountain summit

a glowing climber's tent

adrift in the stars


Ron C. Moss

Tasmania Australia

Comments Welcomed


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Rupa Anand
Rupa Anand
Dec 03, 2025

Poem 1 - 03/12/25


crescent moon

i smile at three-quarters

of my life gone by


Rupa Anand, New Delhi, India

feedback welcome

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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
Dec 02, 2025

brown-skinned i avoid looking at the mirror


Kala Ramesh #1


Feedback welcome.

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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
Dec 04, 2025
Replying to

yes, I meant 'at' the mirror.

'in' the mirror, is a slow moment.


I avoid lookimng 'at the mirror/ shows that even when I'm passing, I don't look at the mirror.


Does this line of reasoning work?

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Kalyanee
Kalyanee
Dec 01, 2025

02.12.2025

#1


homewards

at year-end

a few miles more


Kalyanee Arandhara

Assam, India


Feedback most welcome

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Kanjini Devi
Kanjini Devi
Dec 01, 2025

#2 - 02/12/25


flying fish

again and again

children squeal


Kanjini Devi

feedback welcome

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Kanjini Devi
Kanjini Devi
Dec 03, 2025
Replying to

Thanks so much, Alfred.

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