THE HAIBUN GALLERY: February 26, 2026 K. Ramesh - Guest Editor
- Kala Ramesh

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editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Guest Editor: K. Ramesh
Featured Poet: Nalini
A Thursday Feature February 26, 2026
Between Brushstrokes I linger over a painting whose title feels like an open gate. The scene itself is simple: weathered boards, a slant of late sun, and just enough quiet to invite a pause. What draws me in is not the image but the space the title leaves open. I find myself stepping into that room, imagining what happened just before the moment held on the canvas. This is often how my own writing begins, not with certainty but with an invitation. Sometimes the title comes first, a small beckoning. Other times the story rises from lived detail, and only later do I notice the thread that names it. Either way, the quiet between them is where the real work settles, slow and patient, like dusk gathering itself. empty porch a faint creak where no one sits
Nalini Shetty
The haibun was posted in The Haibun Gallery, Triveni Haikai India.
Comments
This haibun is about the creative process that occurs when one writes. I found it interesting because it’s a haibun about haibun. It talks about the way the poet composes her art, her poetry. I like the restraint in the writing and the slow unfolding of ideas, and the imagery in her prose is indeed evocative. It reminds me of the movie Dreams, directed by Akira Kurosawa. What happens between the brushstrokes is equally important!
Prompt:
Write a haibun that shows the process of how you compose a haibun. Instead of giving a set of instructions, show the readers how you go about writing your poem through imagery.
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Thanks, Ramesh.
Another challenging one-paragraph haibun.
I'm sure our members will enjoy this piece.
_kala
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haibun #1
a pen/t up struggle
is when the ink is dissipated like a drunk without liquor
is and will join the dots of ladybugs into the gathered dust
all in monochrome
a singular day
the clouds bunch up
and never let go
Alan Summers
UK