top of page

THE HAIBUN GALLERY: February 19, 2026 K. Ramesh - Guest Editor

editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh


Guest Editor: K. Ramesh

Featured Poet: Jacek Margolak

A Thursday Feature February 19, 2026

 

Reminding I take the train. Dreaming of one with puffing steam. The station. The streets of my hometown. I don't recognize anything. home again all my shoes are too small Jacek Margolak

Posted in The Haibun Gallery: January, 2026



Comments:

Ezra Pound’s poem titled “In a Station of the Metro” made a big impact on me when I first read it. I couldn’t understand it immediately; however, it left me with a kind of feeling similar to the one I had when I watched some black-and-white movies that had scenes associated with war and train journeys.

 

Prompt:

Write a haibun related to a train journey. However, the piece should not be dark and gloomy but bright and light (karumi)



 ***

Thanks, Ramesh.

Another interesting mini-haibun.

I'm sure our members will enjoy this piece.

_kala

The Haibun Gallery continues as is.

We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing …


2 Comments


Jacek Margolak
Jacek Margolak
2 hours ago

#1

Platform Light


I take the local train with no real reason—just because the day feels open. The carriage rocks, someone unwraps a sandwich, someone else naps with their mouth slightly open. At every stop, the doors sigh, and the world changes by a small degree. I watch my reflection in the window come and go, like a passenger I almost recognize.


When I step off, I realize I’ve been smiling for several stations.


spring timetable

the conductor

whistles twice


Jacek Margolak

Poland

Edited
Like

Diana Webb
Diana Webb
3 hours ago

Carved in the memory


He was always standing there,a sign we were nearing the seaside, as our train speeded past the place where he waited year after year, walking poles held out at his sides, as if he was wondering which way to go. Yet he never went anywhere. Stood stock still while we moved so fast, staring us out for miles and miles until we were lost from view.


another hill figure

chalked up by the tourist

The Long Man stands firm


Like
bottom of page