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NATURE IN THE EYEHAIKU COLLECTION

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PRIRODA U OKU- ZBORNIK HAIKU POEZIJE

NATURE IN THE EYE- HAIKU COLLECTION

Podgorica,2017.

ISTOČNA JATA

IIstočna jata se odmoriše u Crnoj Gori. Jata sa Istoka zano-ćiše kod nas. Stadoše, zastadoše, prenoćiše, pa kao da odlu-čiše da preljete, da zimuju... Ostanu. Mora da su na pogo-

dno tlo naišla. A i gdje bi ako ne ovdje u plodnoj Zeti, kraj rije-ke Morače, nadomak Jezera (Skararskog), nadomak Mora ...

Ne, nijesam se udaljio od teme. Od konkursa za haiku,neumorne Slavke Klikovac i njene „Vizije“. Poslije višedece-nijskog haikuovanja u jednoj pretežno epskoj zemlji javi seevo i konkurs za haiku. Sa odzivom velikim, iz Regiona, pa idalje, mnogo dalje. Mora da je Crna Gora shvaćena kao malaegzotična zemlja, pa haiđini požurili: e tu će moj haiku bitilakše zapažen, mislili su, pa se stvorila gužva, nagrnuli pje-snici ... Naravno – šalim se, jer prija mi tako veliki odziv hai-đina, pa još i sa tako impresivnim brojem kvalitetnih ostvare-nja. Mada je dužnost selektora time teža. I nijesam se žalio, nina utrošak vremena niti na „razbijanje glave“, jer zaista je biloteško u tom izobilju „prelomiti“ i donijeti valjane odluke. Aone su sljedeće:

Haiku: Vjetar u krošnjiHoće li noćas pastiI poslednji list? (Šifra „Lazar i Duja“) Prva nagrada

prvi jaglaci –ptičja je hranilicatiha i sama („Hranilica za ptice“) Druga nagrada

pozna jesen –poslednja jabuka odeniz seoski put („Nekako s proljeća“) Druga nagrada

PRIRODA U OKU / NATURE IN THE EYE

lipa u cvatu,klošar na klupi fućka čoporu pasa („YAMPO-0602956“) Treća nagrada

Nad provalijom lebdi mi ozebli glas.Odjeka nema! („Akademik“) Treća nagrada

truli putokazkozja stazica žuriprema suncu („Sončanica“) Treća nagrada

Suočen sa činjenicom da je na konkurs prispio zaista im-presivan broj odličnih haiku pjesama, selektor je odlučio da osimprve dodijeli i dvije druge a onda i tri treće nagrade. Ili - dadrugu i treću nagradu dijele dva, odnosno tri, haiđina – kako sekome više sviđa ova u suštini ista stvar. Sve one haikue koji subili u ozbiljnom razatranju za nagrade, kojih je i u ovoj kom-binaciji premalo, selektor nagrađuje, „počasnim pominjanjem“– kako se to negdje tamo kaže, odnosno nagrađuje pohvalom,zapravo pohvaljuje – opet – kako se uzme, kako bi se reklo. Imaih malo više, što nije, nadam se, rezultat slabosti selektora negojačina konkurencije, što, opet, nije nikakva mana nego pohvalaKonkursu. S obzirom da će i ovi radovi biti objavljeni u zbor-niku, sa ostalim radovima ovih i drugih autora (i nagrađene – ta-kođe), nećemo ih na ovom mjestu posebno „citirati“, već samoporedati šifre pod kojima su na konkurs prispjeli – ali bez ika-kvog značenja redosljeda, jer su se u tom nizu našli slučajno,onako kako su bili poredani na radnom stolu selektora. A o nji-hovoj vrijednosnoj skali neka opet razmišljaju čitaoci.

Šifre glase ovako: Lena; Cisko Kid; Mugoša na mjesecu;Zrno; metarmorfoza; OLER; Bogojavljenje; Lotos; Bonacamora; Miris sijena; Letnji bioskop; Ken Louch; Proljeće;Silver Surfer; San trešnje; Brdar 70; Korina; Akil; Lada.

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ZBORNIK HAIKU POEZIJE / HAIKU COLLECTION

S obzirom da ovdje nije razdvajan konkurs za pojedinačnuhaiku pjesmu i za haiku niz (ciklus), što je jedan od mogućihpristupa, odnosno puteva ka istom cilju, selektor je razmatraosvaku od prispjelih pošiljki sa po pet haiku pjesama i pokuša-vao da u njima nađe onu nit koja ih „uvezuje“ u nešto što se spunim pravom može nazvati haiku nizom ili haiku ciklusom.I pod tu i takvu odrednicu izdvojio je petnaestak cjelina kojejesu zbir od pet haiku pjesama, svaka za sebe, ali koje i zaje-dno jesu nešto posebno, izvjesna tematska i smislena cjelina.

Pošiljka pristigla pod šifrom „Đul“, se ipak nametnula kaobolja i cjelovitija od svih ostalih:

Na snežnoj belini Dete nešto zapisuje Vrhom kišobrana.

Šljiva u cvatu.Baka grčevito stežeVeliki buket.

Te ljubičiceNek bezbrižno rastu –Nemam ih kome.

Prođi ako možeš.Ucvala ruža sa groba- Već opominje.

Ne diram pauka Još neko ima živU ovom domu.

Među pet korektno napisanih haikua, imaju dva, a moždai tri, izuzetna. Zbog toga se ovom autoru dodijeljuje PRVANAGRADA.

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Pod šifrom „Mjesečeva staza“, između njih pet postoje idva haikua koja odskaču kvalitetom, te se tom autoru dodije-ljuje DRUGA NAGRADA.

Pod šifrom „Odsjaji sunca“ mislim da ima i jedan posebnovrijedan haiku te ovome nizu, odnosno njenom autoru dodije-ljujem TREĆU NAGRADU:

Siguran sam da i još četiri autora zaslužuju neku vrstu na-grade, te se pod oznakom POHVALA, izdvajaju i ističu auto-ri koji se, za sada kriju pod šiframa: 0113756181; Maslina;Lijepa Istra; tyffransky; Mite

Poslje ove „objave“, da kažem nešto, ali ne kao opravda-nje za eventualne selektorske promašaje, već kao kod selekto-ra svo vrijeme prisutno saznanje da će svaki od čitalaca odlu-ke i zbornika možda pomisliti, i kazati, kako bi on sam druk-čije odluke donio, kako je možda neki od nagrađenih haikuatu pažnju dobio nezasluženo, da je neki pohvaljeni ili čak inepohvaljeni bolji od njega, kako ... Da, sve je to tako i takoje skoro uvijek. I sam sam imao takve dileme u toku mnogo-brojnih iščitavanja cjelokupne pristigle kolekcije haikua,zatim tokom pravljenja šireg, pa užeg i na kraju najužeg izbo-ra. Neke su mi se dileme javljale u toku jednog dana, samojednog sata, ali ipak najuži izbor se vrtio oko jednih te istihpjesama – a to su ove koje sam odabrao za nagrađivanje i zapohvalu. To su moji dometi u saznajnom i čitalačkom isku-stvu, dobronamjerni sasvim sigurno a koliko objektivni i vali-dni – procijenićete i sami, ako je a vrsta objektivnosti uopštemoguća, a znamo i zbog čega se ta dilema javlja, ali vjerujemda ju je lakše otkloniti znajući za one čuvene stihove „... ahnitko ništa ne zna – krhko je znanje“. Nadu da nekoga nijesambitno oštetio ostavljam za sebe, možda i kao utjehu – a vi ćete,korisnici ove informacije, procijeniti da li je tako. Dužan samda dam još nekoliko kratkih zapažanja o ovom konkursu ipovodom njega. I njih više kao nekakvu preproruku za budu-će djelanje, haikuovanje i konkurisanje.

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Konkurs je ne samo opravdao očekivanja, već ga doživ-ljavam kao nešto što je obogatilo crnogorsku ne malu haikusredinu, u kojoj se haiku žanr već doživljava kao ravnopravans drugim poetskim oblicima. Ovo je prvi haiku konkus u ovojstaroj državi, koji će skrenuti znatniju i širu pozornost ne samoragionalnu nego i onu širu.

Jako veliki broj odličnih, vrlo dobrih i dobrih haikua seslio ovdje, u ovo podneblje, u budući zbornik, festival, biblio-teke, i javne i lične, i ubuduće će činiti dio ukupne kulturnebaštine Crne Gore. Kao da sada nije ni važno iz koje sredine izemlje stižu autori tih malih bisera. Možda bi haiku pjesmebilo efektnije i bolje i čitati bez spoznaje (prisustva) autorstva,bez skrivanja iza tvorca, bez autorskog ega makar i u viduimena, kako je to bilo i u poslednjem iskustvu selektora, komesu bile dostipne samo šifre i koje su mu služile samo kaokakav štap uz čiju pomoć se lakše kretao poljima u kojima jenailazio na dragulje koji su ga ne mali broj puta obradovali,kako to može samo haiku doživljaj. Zato neka ovo bude mojpredlog: organizujmo jedan konkurs anonimnih autora, za uvi-jek – ili makar dok ne bude štampan zbornik, dok ne prođeneko vrijeme, bar ono dok se usamljene pjesme ne afirmišu.

Na ovom konkursu, haiku doživljaj, rekoh, misleći naonaj pravi, istinit i iskren, s manjim ili većim uspjehom, u ve-ćini slučajeva je pretočen u prave haiku pjesme. One drugesam spretno zaobilazio vjerujući u slučajni susret s njima. Ža-lio sam samo onda kada bih spoznao da je autor imao sve prisebi, sve sem vještinu realizacije. Pogotovo onda kada bi hai-đin svoj doživljaj „spakovao“ u trodjelni (ne)haiku, i tome sli-čno. No, sve je to put („uskom stazom“) do u majstorstvo kojeće doći sa iskustvom jednostavnosti i ostalih sitnica, o kojimaovdje nije primjereno govoriti.

Praštajte, ako nijesam u pravu.

U Pljevljima, aprila 2017. Zoran Raonić,Selektor

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Golubovci, Montenegro 2017.The Selector’s decision:

THE FLOCKS FROM THE EAST

TThe Eastern flocks paused in Montenegro. These flocksstayed the night with us. They stopped and landed fin-ding an overnight rest and it appears they decided to

spend the Summer with us and then the winter as well, readyto stay with us. It must be they had found a favourable area.And where if not here in this fruitful Zeta County, by the riverMorača, close by the Skadar Lake, with the sea nearby. No, Ihave not wandered off from the theme, the competition forhaiku coordinated and founded by the tireless Slavka Kli-kovac and her „Vizija” (Vision). Following the decades of theincrease of haiku in this mostly epic country, we have now acontest for haiku poetry with a response of the poets from theregion and even farther, much farther away. It must be thatMontenegro has been recognized out by the poets as a smalland exotic land so the haijins sent their submissions thinkingthey would be highly visible and recognized. So the poetry haspoured in. I’m joking of course, for I’m pleased to have thehonour to judge such an impressive number of quality haiku,even though it is difficult for me. But I don’t complain, ofcourse although it took much more time and thought, for itwas not easy to make the correct decisions. And they are asfollows:

(“Lazar i Duja”) First prize

Wind in the treetopWill the last leaf fall downDuring tonight?

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(„Hranilica za ptice“) Second prize

first primroses -the bird feedersilent and lonely

(„Nekako s proljeća“) Second prize

late autumn –last apple gonedown the country lane

(„YAMPO-0602956“) Third prize

blossoming linden,a vagrant on the bench whistlingto a pack of dogs

(„Akademik“) Third prize

Above an abysssoars my chilled voice.Without an echo!

(„Sončanica“) Third prize

a rotten signposta goat path rushingtowards the sun

Faced with an impressive number of good haiku, besidethe first prize the selector decided to grant two second andthree third prizes. Or in other words, have the second prizeshared by two and the third prize shared by three haijins, wha-

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tever suits the best however, in essence both meaning thesame. Having a too small number of the prizes available, allthose haiku which were seriously considered for an award, thejudge awarded with an Honourable Mention, or a Commen-dation, depending on how it is preferred to be told or written.There is a number of them and I certainly hope it is not theresult of the judge’s weakness but the competitive quality ofthe works which arrived for the contest which is praise and nota drawback of the contest itself.

Having in mind that these poems will be published in thepost-contest anthology with the rest of the work of these andother authors (the awarded as well), we will not mention themhere, but only line the codes under which they arrived for thecontest. Their position in the collection is coincidental thusgiving the reader an opportunity to evaluate them himself/her-self. These are respective codes: Lena; Cisko Kid; Mugoša namjesecu; Zrno; metarmorfoza; OLER; Bogojavljenje; Lotos;Bonaca mora; Miris sijena; Letnji bioskop; Ken Louch;Proljeće; Silver Surfer; San trešnje; Brdar 70; Korina; Akil;Lada.

Considering the competition rules did not separate thecontest for a single haiku and a haiku sequence, which is oneamong the possible accesses or paths towards the same goal,the selector took into consideration every entry with five haikuand tried to discover the very special thread among themwhich bands them together into a set of poems, which can benamed a haiku sequence, a haiku set or a cycle of haiku, withfull rights. Determined to do so he singled out fifteen sets offine haiku which met his requirement of quality work both assingle poems and which together build a special, thematicallymeaningful whole. The entry under the code „Đul” obtrudeditself as better and more integral than the rest of them:

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On a snowy whitenessChild writing somethingWith the top of an umbrella.

Blossoming plum tree.An old woman pinching franticly A large bouquet.

These violetsLet them grow jauntily–There’s no one to pick them for.

Pass by if you can.A flowering rose on the tomb– remonstrates me.

No touching a spiderFor somebody is still aliveIn this home.

Among the five correctly written haiku there are two,even perhaps three of them which are of exceptional value.That is the reason for giving the first prize to this author.

Under the code „Mjesečeva staza” among the five haikuthe judge discovered two of exceptional value, so this authorreceives the second prize.

The code „Odsjaji sunca” in my opinion beside a good setas a whole carries one very special haiku so this author recei-ves the third prize.

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I’m certain there are three more authors deserving somekind of an award and they received the Honourable Mentions,their codes are as follows: 0113756181; Maslina; Lijepa Istra;Tyffransky. After this announcement I wish to say somethingmore, yet not as a justification for any eventual selection erroror mischief, the selector all the time kept in mind that eachamong the readers of his decisions would think or say he/shewould have made entirely different choices.

It may appear to the reader that some among the awardedhaiku had the selector’s attention undeservedly and somementioned work or even not selected in any way appears to bebetter. The selector accepts the fact that this is mostly so. I hadmany dilemmas on a number of occasions while reading theentire body of the work, then while making a wider and laternarrow choice of the best haiku. Some dilemmas appearedduring a single day or a single hour but the narrowest choicecircled within the same poems – and those are the ones I havechosen to be awarded and commended. They are within therange of my cognitive and reading experience and well mea-ning altogether. How objective and valid they are indeed youwill evaluate yourself, if a kind of objectivity is possible, forwe know why this dilemma exists but it becomes easier toavoid it remembering those well known verses: „Oh, no oneknows anything – knowledge is fragile.”*

In the hope I have not harmed anyone I keep to myself,perhaps even as a consolation, and you, the users of this infor-mation will make your own evaluations. I owe to you some of

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* Iz pjesme Povratak, Dobriše Cesarića (1902.-1980.) From the poem “Return” by the Croatian poet Dobriša Cesarić(1902-1980).


my short observations with regards to and about this contest,giving them even as a recommendation for your future works,haiku writing and entering the competitions. This contest notonly justified all expectations but I experienced it as somet-hing enriching the Montenegrin not small haiku milieu wherethis genre is accepted as an equal to other poetical genres. Thisis the first haiku contest in this old country and will draw con-siderable and wide attention to it. A large number of excellent,very good and good haiku arrived here to this part of the worldto be published in the post-contest anthology, recited at thefestival, libraries both personal and public and in the future itwill be a part of the Montenegrin cultural heritage as a whole.At this moment it appears not important from which milieuand which country the authors are from of these small pearls.Perhaps the haiku itself should be read without the author’sname thus a poem not hiding behind the author, without theauthor’s ego even by the meaning of his/her name as it wasdone by this selector who had access to the codes only andwhich were his helpful walking stick to move around moreeasily discovering the jewels which gladdened him in the wayonly a haiku experience can. So, it is my proposal, to organi-ze a single contest for haiku by anonymous authors, in thefuture – or until the post-contest anthology is printed, untilsome time has passed by or at least the time needed for the for-gettable poems to be affirmed.

At this contest, a haiku experience as I said, thinking ofthat real, true, sincere experience written down less or moresuccessfully in most cases is built into true haiku. Otherpoems I avoided dexterously believing our encounter wasaccidental. I was sad only in those cases when I realized theauthor had everything there but the skill of realization of thehaiku itself. Especially when haijin would pack his/her haiku

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moment and experience into a three-part non haiku or likewi-se. But, all of this is a path (“A narrow path...”**) towards theexpertise which will arrive with the experience of simplicityand other trifles which it is not acceptable of me to write abouthere and now.

Forgive me if I am wrong.

The town of Pljevlje, Montenegro, April 2017.Zoran Raonić, the selector

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** Uskim putem u unutrašnjost ili Uskom stazom do dubokog sje-vera, zbirka haibuna japanskog majstora haikua Matsuo Bashôoa.

** Oku no Hosomichi meaning “Narrow road to/of the interior”),translated alternately as The Narrow Road to the Deep Northand The Narrow Road to the Interior, is a major work of by the,considered “one of the major texts of classical Japanese litera-ture.” (Wikipedia)


The results of the 1st Montenegrin Haiku Contest in English, 2017.Adjudicator’s Report (by David Cobb)

IIwas chosen for the honour of adjudicating this contestbecause the organisers thought I would be best able tomonitor the English. I found myself looking at about 235

haiku by almost 50 writers, about whom, because of the rulesof the contest, I was in the dark. I had no idea about the parti-cipants’ names, where they were living, or what language theynormally spoke. For want of such detailit was reasonable tosuppose they were all, or most of them, Montenegrins. I sup-posed there were no entrants from countries where English isspoken as the first language, so I would be making my judge-ments on a level playing field. I prepared to look kindly onsmall ‘mistakes’ in the English, so long as these didn’t makethe sense of the haiku unclear.

As a matter of fact, there were about a dozen entries thatdidn’t match up to lucid English and/or were not true to haikuform, so these I had no choice but to rule out of contention. Asfor the remainder, mostly their meanings came across to me ina correct and lucid way. What in fact influenced my choiceswas the writers’ ability to record a graphic message aboutsome happening or observation, something noteworthy intheir own lives.

When I had finished making my decisions it was somet-hing of a shock to be informed that the entrants were actuallyliving in no fewer than 19 countries, and not one of them wasa Montenegrin! There were half a dozen living in countrieswhere English is a/the national language. But this informationdid not seem to invalidate the awards I made. Let us turn to thehaiku themselves now.

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A majority of them use a ‘formula’ in which a traditional‘season word’ from nature is juxtaposed with another less con-ventional image from modern life. On the one hand we have lotsof cherry blossom, rain, frost and snow, butterflies and larks,clouds and wind. On the other hand we have traffic and wastebins, stressful moments and crushed egg shells, drought andflood, beggars and refugees, psyche and writer’s block. Thisseems to be a world where people are struggling to find peaceand security when these are under threat or have been lost.

As I read through the haiku, which I had to do many timesin the process of winnowing out strong contenders for themain awards, several criteria began to establish themselves.One was, of course, skill in using the haiku form (or rather, thenow established form of ‘Western free style’ haiku.) But tradi-tion should be in balance with originality. Another criterionmight be ability to link a flash of observation in the present tothe continuity of human experience over time (what some call‘the vertical axis’.) The mood sustained by a haiku was impor-tant too, and haiku might capture something of the philosophyof people living in our times. The words ‘division’ and ‘divi-siveness’ kept on entering my head. Perhaps they are an essen-tial part of our Zeitgeist? Of course, haiku does not use wordslike ‘division’ or ‘security’. But it may imply one or both in aphrase such as ‘split rail fence’.

Well, then. In First Place I have put a haiku sent in by penname, Bonsai. Its context is homely but not over-familiar. It isopen-ended; the reader may decide whether this is a quiet orunquiet scene. It has a vertical axis for, amazingly enough, itbrings to mind the thought that humans and animals havegazed at each other over fences since prehistoric times whenhumans gave up hunting and became animal keepers. Finally,it is well formed and easy on the ear. So, congratulations to theauthor for producing this excellent haiku!

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staring matchsheep on the other sideof a split rail fence

Meik Blöttenberger, Hanover, Pennsylvania, United States

The Second Prize goes to pen name Whiskey for this haiku:a swirl of bluethe kingfisherdisturbs my reflection

Tracy Davidson, Armscote, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, Great Britain

The choice of ‘swirl’ is excellent here, and the ambiguityof ‘reflection’ is acceptably clever. We appreciate both thepoet’s facial image floating in the water and what is going onin the head. A ‘barrier’ of consciousness is disrupted? It is forthe reader to decide how welcome this ‘disturbance’ is.

I’d like to share Third Place between two entries, Nexusand Shakuhachi. Nexus gives us:

noonday heata butterfly seeks restin my shadow

Celestine Nudanu, Ghana

This is neatly structured and on another day might wellhave been a first choice. But I had the feeling we would havemet quite a few haiku with a rather similar happening to rela-te. Nevertheless it did create mixed feelings of ease and dis-comfort, and of empathy between human and insect.

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Shakuhachi offers us:

my ex remarriesa snake gourd unfurlsits flowers of lace

Judit Katalin Hollós, Budapest, Hungary

This is obviously a poem about ‘division’, personal, butwithin the range of many readers. The emotion is, in besthaiku style, not directed by adjectives, but by juxtaposing ima-ges from nature. I don’t actually know what a snake gourd islike, but I get the writer’s mood all the same.

My final award is for the best set of 5 haiku all by the samepoet: / Posljednju nagradu dodjeljujem za najbolji set haikua:

lavender fieldthe skylark’s trillfades to mauve

rain of petalsmy mother takes offher chemo wig

rumours of wara mayfly entersthe charity box

low tidehorseshoe crabs ploughingthe Milky Way

dandelionthe weightof her ashes

Cezar-Florin Ciobîcă, Botoșani, Romania,

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Though there is no apparent link between the 5 haiku, allare well constructed and open-ended.

Mada ne postoji očigledna veza između ovih pet haikua,svi se vrlo dobro konstruirani i otvorenog tipa.

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Rezultati Prvog Internacionalnog haiku konkursa Priroda u oku za haiku na engleskom jeziku, 2017.Radove je ocijenio David Cobb, Velika Britanija

IImao sam čast suditi na ovom natječaju jer su organizatorismatrali da ću moći pratiti Engleski jezik. Čitao sam i pro-lazio kroz 235 haikua od gotovo 50 autora o kojima, zbog

pravila ovog takmičenja nisam znao ništa, bio sam u posve-mašnjem mraku. Nisam znao imena autora, gdje žive ili kojije njihov materinji jezik. Bilo je razumno pretpostaviti da jeveći dio autora iz Crne Gore. Takođe, pretpostavljao sam da jedio autora haikua iz zemalja gdje je engleski prvi jezik, takoda bilo je razumno radove procijeniti pod jednakim uslovima.Bio sam spreman ljubazno zažmiriti na sitne greške u engle-skom jeziku sve dok haiku ne bi imao smisla ili bio posvemanejasan.

U stvari, bilo je samo desetak autorskih radova koji nisuispunjavali očekivani kvalitet engleskg jezika ili nisu bilihaiku, te sam ih ne imajući izbora, odbacio iz takmičenja.Ostali radovi, najviše njihov smisao zabilježeni su korektno ina lucidan način. Ono što je odlučilo bile su sposobnost pje-snika da zabiželje poruku o nečemu što se dogodilo ili što suposmatrali, nešto vrijedno u njihovom životu.

Kada sam završio s izborom i javio rezultate tog izborakoordinatoru takmičenja, doživio sam veliko iznenađenje;radovi su pristigli iz čak 19 zemalja i ni jedan iz Crne Gore!Šest takmičara živi u zemljama gdje je Engleski nacionalnijezik. No, ova informacija nije nikako poljuljala ni poništilamoj izbor nagrađenih radova.

Vratimo se sada samim haiku pjesmama. Većina je stvara-na po formuli u kojoj je tradicionalna kigo riječ iz prirodejukstapozicionirana s nekim drugim prizorom iz modernog

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života. S jedne strane imamo mnogo trešnjica u cvatu, kišu,šumu i snijeg, leptir i ševe, oblake i vjetar. S druge strane ima-mo promet, kante za smeće, stresne trenutke i zdrobljene lju-ske jajeta, sušu i poplavu, prosjake i migrante, dušu i književ-ničku krizu. To je čini se svijet u kojem se ljudi bore kako bipronašli mir i sigurnost kada su u opasnosti ili izgubljeni.

Dok čitam radove prispjele na natječaj, a što sam moraoučiniti mnogo puta u procesu izdvajanja snažnih natjecateljaza glavne nagrade, razvijalo se nekoliko kriterijuma. Jedan jesvakako kako bio vještina u upotrebi forme-haiku (ili boljerečeno, u današnje vrijeme uhodana forma „haikua slobodnogzapadnog stila“). No, tradicija bi trebala biti u ravnoteži s ori-ginalnošću. Drugi kriterijum mogao bi biti sposobnost povezi-vanja bljeska otkrivanja u sadašnjosti s neprekidnošću ljud-skih iskustava kroz vrijeme (što neki zovu „okomita os“). Ra-spoloženje podržano haikuom bilo je također važno, a haikumože uhvatiti nešto i od filozofije pjesnika koji žive danas. Ri-ječi „podjela, dioba, pregrađivanje“ te „podijeljenost“ ne na-puštaju moje misli. Možda su te riječi suštinski dio Zeitgeista?(„duha našeg vremena“). Naravno, haiku ne upotrebljava rije-či „odjeljak“ ili „sigurnost“. Ali, može sadržavati jedno ilioboje u frazama kao na primjer „drvena ograda“ (ograda odraskalanih klada).

Prvo mjesto, ili prvu nagradu dodijelio sam autoru s šifromBonsai. Sadržaj ovog haikua je domaći i jednostavan ali ipak nepretjerano poznat i upotrebljavan. Haiku je otvoren, čitataocmože odlučiti da li je to mirna ili nemirna scena. Ima okomituos, dosta nevjerojatnu, koja nam donosi misao da se ljudi i živo-tinje posmatraju preko ograda i plotova još od praistorije, kadasu ljudi odustali od lova i počeli pripitomljavati i baviti se uzgo-jem životinja. Napokon, ovaj je haiku dobro formiran i stilskiobrađen te je prilikom glasnog izgovaranja prihvatljiv i pam-tljiv. Stoga, čestitke autoru na kreiranju odličnog haikua!


PRVA NAGRADA

natjecanje u zurenjuovca na drugoj stranidrvene ograde

Meik Blöttenberger, Hanover, Pennsylvania, SAD

DRUGA NAGRADA

kovitlanje plavetnilavodomaruznemirio moj odraz


„Kovitlanje“ je odličan izbor riječi u ovom haikuu, a dvo-značnost „refleksije“ je prihvatljivo dovitljiv (oštrouman). Ci-jenimo oboje, odraz pjesnikinjina lica koje pluta na vodi ali iono što se događa u njenoj glavi. Da li je ometena zaprekasvjesnosti? Na čitatelju je da odluči kako je dobrodošla ova„smetnja!“

TREĆA NAGRADA

Treće mjesto ravnopravo dijele autori s šiframa Nexus iShakuhachi:

podnevna žegaleptir u potrazi za odmoromu mojoj sjeni


Ovo je uredno strukturiran haiku i nekom drugom prili-kom mogao bi biti i prvonagrađeni uradak. No, imao sam osje-ćaj da ćemo čitati nekoliko haikua koji će nam ispričati sličnupriču. Usprkos toga, kreirao je pomiješana osjećanja lakoće inelagode, a u empatiji između ljudi i kukaca.

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moj bivši se ženiotvaraju se čipkasti cvjetovizmijolike tikve


Ovo je očito pjesma o „podjeli“, osobnoj, no u ometu ve-ćine čitatelja. Osjećaj je, u najboljem haiku stilu, ne vođen pri-djevima već jukstapozicijom prizora iz prirode. U stvari i neznam kako izgleda zmijolika tikva, no doživio sam autoričinoraspoloženje.

NAGRADA ZA SET OD 5 HAIKU

polje lavandećurlik ševe blijediu ljubičasto

kiša laticamajka skida svoju kemo periku

glasine o ratuvodencvijet ulaziu kutiju s milodarima

osekapotkovičaste rakovice oruKumovu slamu

maslačaktežinanjena pepela

Cezar-Florin Ciobîcă, Botoșani, Romania,

Mada nema očigledne veze između ovih pet haikua, svi sudobro konstruirani i otvoreni.

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MERIT AWARDS / POHVALE

IIbelieve the organisers of the contest are planning a morerepresentative publication, which would include furtherhaiku under a heading such as Merit Awards. I have cho-

sen one or sometimes two from nearly all the entrants. Lastbut not least, a big thank you to the organisers and those takingpart in the contest for the pleasure they have given me.

* * *Uvjeren sam da organizatori takmičenja planiraju izdati

reprezentativan zbornik koji bi uključio daljnje haikue u kate-goriji Zaslužne/vrijedne nagrade/Pohvale. Za objavljivanjeodabrao sam po jedan ili dva rada većine autora. Na kraju,ništa manje važno, zahvaljujem organizatorima i onima kojisu učestvovali na natječaju za pruženo mi zadovoljstvo.

MERIT AWARDS / POHVALE (in no particular order)


Nicholas Klacsanzky, Kyiv, UkraineAnna Cates, Wilmington, USALavana Kray, Iasi, RomaniaGoda V. Bendoraitiene Klaipeda, LithuaniaEduard Tara- Iasi, RomaniaRita Odeh, Haifa, IsraelKeith A. SIMMONDS, Rodez, France

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Marie Derley, Ath, BelgiumKrzysztof Kokot, Nowy Targ, PolandLilia Racheva, Rousse, BulgariaMinh-Triêt PHAM, Paris, FranceDr. Ion Cuzuioc, Kishinev, Republic of MoldovaChien Ying Ng - Seremban, Negeri Sembilan, MalaysiaSteven Clarkson, Taupo, New ZealandJennifer Hambrick, Worthington, Ohio, USARosa Clement, Manaus, AM, Brasil Julie Warther, Dover, Ohio, USAAdam Šuligoj, Maribor, SloveniaAngel Dyulgerov, Pernik, Bulgaria Mercy Ikuri, Narok, KenyaSteliana Cristina Voicu, Prahova, Romania

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NAGRADA ZA CIKLUS

FIRST PRIZE FOR HAIKU SEQUENCE

Ljubinka Tošić, Užice, Srbija

I NAGRADA ZA CIKLUS


Na sneznoj belini In the snowy whitenessDete nešto zapisuje A child is writing somethingVrhom kišobrana. With the brolly top.

Šljiva u cvatu. Plum tree in blossom.Baka grčevito steže Old woman is clenching her fist– veliki buket. – big bouquet of flowers.

Te ljubičice Those violetsNek bezbrižno rastu Let them grow carefreeNemam ih kome. None to pick them for.

Prodji ako možeš Pass if you can.Ucvala ruža sa groba Blossoming rose on the grave- već opominje. – is already reminging.

Ne diram pauka I won’t harm the spiderJoš neko ima živ There is someone else aliveU ovom domu. Her in this home.

Prevod / Translated by Danijela Milosavljević

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Cezar - Florin Ciobîcă, Botoșani, Romania

I NAGRADA ZA CIKLUS


lavender field polje lavandethe skylark’s trill ćurlik ševe blijedifades to mauve u ljubičasto

rain of petals kiša laticamy mother takes off majka skida svoju her chemo wig kemo periku

rumours of war glasine o ratu a mayfly enters vodencvijet ulazithe charity box u kutiju s milodarima

low tide osekahorseshoe crabs ploughing potkovičaste rakovice oruthe Milky Way kumovu slamu

dandelion maslačakthe weight težinaof her ashes njena pepela

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Milena Burčul Mrkela, Pančevo, Srbija

DRUGA NAGRADA ZA NIZ

SECOND PRIZE FOR THE HAIKU SEQUENCE

Tratinčice Daisiesu svakom cvjetiću in every floweretmaleno sunce a little sun

kako su jutros apricot blossomsslabašne riječi pred oh,how weak the words arecvijetom kajsije this morning

na goloj grani on the bare branchgavran only a raveni zraka sunca and sunlight

maglovito jutro foggy morningna dječji crtež liči the avenue along the riverdrvored uz rijeku looks like children’s drawing

more se preseli the sea movesu oči dječaka into the eyes of a boyšto izroni who emerges

Prevod/Translated by the author

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Mijajlo Ašanin, Bijelo Polje, Crna Gora

TREĆA NAGRADA ZA NIZ

THIRD PRIZE FOR THE HAIKU SEQUENCE

lipa u cvatu,

Usred livade a large anthillveliki mravinjak. amid the meadow –Bradavica livade. a nipple of the meadow

U voćnjaku in the orchardblista rumen i plavet. red and blue shine –

Jabuke i šljive. apples and plums

Ispod krova under the roofIzlegla lasta ptiće. a swallow has hatched chicks –Krilata majka. winged mother

Žuti leptiri yellow butterfliespo cvijeću zaspali. fallen asleep on the flowers –Smiraj dana. sundown

Prerano slana too soon, frostSprži ruže u bašti. has scorched garden roses –Ukrasi nestaju. decorations vaniching

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Goran Radičević, Risan, Crna Gora

POHVALJEN CIKLUS

HONOURABLE MENTION FOR THE HAIKU SEQUENCE

Tihuju ptice; hushed birdsSnijegom pokriven a snow-coveredĆuti mrk kamen dark stone is silent

Šuma u ruhu the forest dressed inOd starog zlata; a dark yellow attire –Duboka jesen deep autumn

U ogledalu a foreigner’sUmorne oči stranca tired eyes in the mirror,U njima led with ice in them

Ka Narajami staring toward NarayamaGledaju umorne oči the tired eyes ofUvelog starca a withered old man

Suton jesenji autumn twilightNad granama mrkim a raven flies aboveleti gavran crn dark branches

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Marija Maretić, Žminj, Hrvatska

POHVALJEN CIKLUS


slika na zidu – sepia on the wall –vrijeme sretnih dana merry daysmoga djetinjstva of my childhood

nevrijeme strong windpreseli galebove moved the seagullsna livadu to the meadow

izgubljena noć a lost nightmore mu vratilo the sea returnedpraznu mrežu an empty net

u luci brod – a ship in the port –godinama na vezu moored for years čeka stečaj waiting for bankruptcy

monolog starca an old man’s monologuezbunio prolaznika – confused a passer-by –predstava u parku a show in the park

Prijevod / Translated by Đ. V. Rožić

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Andjelka Pavić, Beli Manastir, Hrvatska

POHVALJEN CIKLUS


skoro će kiša it’s going to rain soonpohodiše me u snu I was visited in my dreamsduše predaka by the souls of my ancestors

bajam u cvatu a blossoming almondsamo pjesnik zastade only a poet stoppedda mu se divi to admire it

ptica na žici a bird on wireu tišini sumraka in the silence of the dusksređuje perje fixes its feathers

jesen i kiša the autumn and the rainkao da nosim teret it seems as I carry the burdencijeloga svijeta of the whole world

drvo oraha a walnut treei lijek i hlad i hrana and a medicine, shade and foodbijaše mati all of these my mum was

Prijevod: Translated by Tihomir Cicmil

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Ivan Kovačev Čika, Zemun Polje, Srbija

POHVALJEN CIKLUS


Jagorčevina Primrosesosvojila travnjake - seized the lawnu Zemun Polju. in the Zemun field

Visibabo, ti - You, snowdrop –kitiš Zemun Polje, sve adorning the Zemun field,klanjajući se. even with bowing.

Februar slavni, Famous February,sent Trifun, Sent Valentin, St. Tryphon’s, St. Valentinefebruar srećni! merry February!

Kišobran mokar, A wet umbrella,pod kišobranom deda - under it an old manstar, ćorav i gluv. blind and deaf

Urbani vrapci City sparrowsimaju svog poetu – have their own poet –koji ih hrani! who feeds them

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NAGRAĐENE HAIKU PJESME

Slava Stanojević, Teslić, BiH

PRVA NAGRADA / FIRST PRIZE

Црвена ружа. Red rose.На уснама дјевојке On the lips of a girl,drvored uz rijeku looks like children’s drawing

Meik Blöttenberger, Hanover, Pennsylvania, SAD

FIRST PRIZE / PRVA NAGRADA

staring match natjecanje u zurenjusheep on the other side ovca na drugoj stran of a split rail fence drvene ograda

Đurđa Vukelić Rožić, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

DRUGA NAGRADA / SECOND PRIZE

krvava koljena – bloody knees –doktoru dječak nosi boy takes a dead butterflymrtvog leptira to the doctor

Slavica Šešum, Beograd, Srbija

DRUGA NAGRADA / SECOND PRIZE

pozna jesen – late autumn –poslednja jabuka ode the last apple rolls downniz seoski put the country road

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Tracy Davidson, Armscote, Great Britain

SECOND PRIZE / DRUGA NAGRADA

a swirl of blue kovitlanje plavetnilathe kingfisher vodomardisturbs my reflection uznemirio moj odraz

Smajil Durmišević, Zenica, BiH

TREĆA NAGRADA / THIRD PRIZE

lipa u cvatu, linden in bloom,klošar na klupi fućka a bum on the bench whistlingčoporu pasa to the pack of dogs

Sreten Perović, Podgorica, Crna Gora


Nad provalijom Above an abysslebdi mi ozebli glas. Soars a chilled voice.Odjeka nema! Without an acho!

Ivanka Kostantino, Šempas, Slovenija


rotten signpost truli putokaza goat pathway rushes kozja stazica žuritowards the sun prema suncu

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noonday heat podnevna žegaa butterfly seeks rest leptir u potrazi za odmoromin my shadow u mojoj sjeni



my ex remarries moj bivši se ženia snake gourd unfurls otvaraju se čipkast cvjetovi its flowers of lace zmijolike tikve

Željko Špoljar, Zaprešić, Hrvatska

POHVALA / HONOURABLE MENTION

Dan Svih Svetih All Saints’ Day –miris krizantema danas today the chrysanthemumsdrugačiji have a different scent

Tracy Davidson, Armscote, Great Britain

MERIT AWARDS / POHVALE (in no particular order)

honking geese gakanje gusakamy son in his pushchair moj sin iz svojih kolicahonks back trubi odgovor

storm clouds overhead olujni oblacihe offers his umbrella on nudi svoj kišobranto a homeless girl djevojci beskućnici

Prijevod/Translated by Đ. V. Rožić

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Nina Kovačić, Zagreb, Hrvatska


sa ulice from the streetdonio zimsku večer he brought the winter eveningna obrazima on his cheeks

Stjepan Rožić, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska


po suhom lišću over dry leavesispod golog hrasta under a bare oak treešušti magla rustling fog


Štefica Vanjek, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

POHVALA / HONOURURABLE MENTION

na vrhu grane at the top of a branchsjeverac ljulja gnijezdo, a north wind swings the nest–stanar na jugu its tenant gone south

Prevod/Translated by Saša Važić

Nicholas Klacsanzky, Kyiv, Ukraine


sporadic rain sporadična kišathe ups and downs usponi i padovi of masala chai masala čaja

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Milenko Šarac, Pljevlja, Crna Gora


Virpazar Virpazar –Skretničar vozova the switchwoman waves at me Mahnu osmijehom with her smile


Anna Cates, Wilmington, USA


a red tulip crveni tulipanstill closed - još zatvoren –writer’s block piščeva blokada

Aljoša Vuković, Šibenik, Hrvatska


doletjela lopta fleeing ballu polje lubenica – in a field of watermelons–kakav sklad what harmony


Ivan Gaćina, Zadar, Hrvatska


Na kori breze On the birch barkdjetlić kljuca imena a woodpecker pecks the namesbivših ljubavi. of ex loves

Prijevod/Translated by the author

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Lavana Kray, Iasi, Romania


strong wind jak vjetarsome of the kid in me turns neko dijete u meni krećeto dandelions prema maslačcima

Ljubica Vukov Mihajilo, Subotica, Srbija


krajputaši – the roadside monumentspromiču pored kola. Are passing by the car.kanu suza. The dear drops.

Milenko Ćirović Ljutički, Beograd, Srbija


несаница. insomnia. . .Између дозива ћука between an owl’s callsодзиви сјећања responses of memories


Goda V. Bendoraitiene, Klaipeda, Lithuania


childhood theater. . . kazalište iz djetinjstva ...the heroes – mossy twigs junaci – grane obrasle mahovinomon the wild cherry na divljoj trešnji

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Eduard Tara, Iasi, Romania


departing storks – odlaze rode –the child she prayed for dijete za koje je molila but never came ali nije došlo

Davor Marinković, Beograd, Srbija


на летњој јари summer heat –зрикавци сложним гласом the harmonious voice of cricketsљуљају пругу swings the railways tracks

Prevpd/Translated by Slobodanka Saša Važić

Rita Odeh, Haifa, Israel


Jerusalem – Jeruzalem –snow falls heavily snijeg obilno padaon the razed house na srušenu kuću

Keith A. SIMMONDS, Rodez, France


Mother’s last act … majčino posljednje djelo ...the signature on her will potpis na oporuciincomplete nedovršen

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Marie Derley, Ath, Belgium


two things the cows know krave znaju dvije stvarithe shortcut to the barn prečac do stajethe sound of water i zvuk vode

Krzysztof Kokot, Nowy Targ, Poland


winter morning – zimsko jutro –emerging from the fog izranjaju iz maglewillows by the river vrbe pored rijeke

Blagoje Vujisić, Bijelo Polje, Crna Gora


Ноћ у планини The night in the mountainПуна вучјих јаука. Full of the wolf’s moan.Камен сам станац. I am a steady stone.

Prevod/Translated by Mila Korać, prof.

Lilia Racheva, Rousse, Bulgaria


press conference konferencija za štampua screaming flock of magpies jato svraka kriješti on the fence na ogradi

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Minh-Triêt PHAM, Paris, France


Danube– Dunav –in the valleys of her body u dolinama njena tijelaI get lost gubim se

Milan Vujko, Lozovac, Hrvatska


Zavija bura. Bora is howling.Nekakav stari najlon Some old nylonrazgoni ptice. Is scattering the birds.

Prevod/Translated by Karolina Ejić

Mitko Gogov, Strumica, Makedonija


заборавени forgottenиграчки во кутијата Children toys in a box.картон детство. cardboard–childhood

заборављене играчке у кутији - картон детињства

Prevod na engleski / English translation by the authorPrevod na srpski jezik /Serbian translation: Стефан ТичМи

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Adam Šuligoj, Maribor, Slovenia


sandy beach pješčana plažaa man’s foot dances njegovo stopalo plešewith a crab s rakom

Ljubica Katić, Split, Hrvatska


ptice cvrkuću the birds are chirpingpsi vezani lancima the dogs cained uplaju na prazno barking in vain

Prijevod/Translated by Mirjana Roguljić

Nebojša Simin, Novi Sad, Srbija


Galeb se stušti a gull swoops downza komadićem hleba – for a piece of bread–brže od pogleda. faster than a glance

Dr. Ion Cuzuioc, Kishinev, Republic of Moldova


snow in full swing pada gusti snijegflour from the mill brašno iz mlinaon dad’s face na očevom licu

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Chien Ying Ng, Seremban, Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia


sakura blooming cvat trešnjemy parrot says a new word moja papiga kazuje novu riječI choke on my pie umalo se zadavih pitom

Mihovila Čeperić Billjan, Rijeka, Hrvatska


jesenja kiša autumn rainnepomičan skakavac motionless grasshoppervisoko na zidu high on the wall


Steven Clarkson, Taupo, New Zealand


heat wave toplotni valthe house fly drinks kućna muha ispijamy beer moje pivo

Milena Drpa, Modriča, BiH

POHVALA / HONOURABLE MENTION,

Отворих врата – The door opens–осмијех мог супруга и the smile of my husbandпрве љубичице. and the first violets.


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Predrag Pešić Šera, Požarevac, Srbija


Medju djacima The whole collectiveCeo se kolektiv Joins the pupils inPoče grudvati. The snowball fight

Rosa Clement - Manaus, AM, Brasil


candle light svjetlo svijećehis hands’ shadow changes sjena njegove ruke mijenja sefrom tiger to cat od tigra u mačku

Julie Warther - Dover, Ohio, USA


one seed clings sjemenka prianjainside the milkweed pod – za mahunu mlječike –she marks herself safe ona se smatra sigurnom

Risto Hajdukovi, Ulcinj, Crna Gora

POHVALA / HONOURURABLEMENTION

vjetar navodi pahulje wind is guiding snowdo ulaza to the entranceu skriveno gnijezdo of a hidden nest


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Angel Dyulgerov, Pernik, Bulgari


full moon puni mjesecchirping crickets crvčanje cvrčakain the ruined house u srušenoj kući

Mercy Ikuri, Narok, Kenya


wilting red roses uvele crvene ružeI am learning to forget učim zaboraviti how it was with you kako je bilo s tobom

Jennifer Hambrick, Worthington, Ohio, USA


birdsong pjesma pticebeyond the hedges onkraj ograde the things we ought to say stvari koje bismo trebali reči

Dejan Bogojević, Valjevo, Srbija


Pošlo nevreme. A storm has passed.Dve male ptice Two little birdspod oštećenom strehom. under the damaged eaves.

Radmila Bogojević, Valjevo Srbija

Prolazi zgrada... A building passing by. . .Gde god da kreneš – Wherever you go–pauk. A spider.

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Steliana Cristina Voicu, Prahova, Romania


summer rain ljetna kišamy umbrella meets moj kišobran susrećeyour umbrella tvoj kišobran

Capotă Daniela Lăcrămioara, Galaţi, Roumanie


snow melting otapa se snijega crow finds svraka pronalazilast year’s nut prošlogodišnji orah

Christina Sng, Singapore, Singapore


sand dunes pješčane dinethe folds in her nabori na njenojbaby skin koži bebe

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Slava Stanojević, Teslić, BiH

Златна пшеница. Golden wheat.Насмијан срп Мјесеца Smiling sickle of the Moonзове Даницу. Calls for the Venus.

Бакља свитаца. Torch of fireflies.Твоје очи – два Сунца, Your eyes – two Suns,и одбјегли мрак. And fleeing darkness.

Вјетар у крошњи. Wind in the treetop.Хоће ли ноћас пасти Will it fall off tonight,и посљедњи лист? The last leaf.

Црвена ружа. Red rose.На уснама дјевојке On the lips of a girl,drvored uz rijeku looks like children’s drawing

more se preseli the sea movesu oči dječaka into the eyes of a boyšto izroni who emerges


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Slavica Šešum, Beograd, Srbija

samotna izba a log housepod okriljem meseca – in the moonlight –slučajni prolaznik a random passerby

miris jasmine the smell of jasmineprati ladje niz reku ~ follows boats down the riversamotna stojim I stand alone

usidren čvrsto anchored firmlynasred okeana amid the oceančuči mesec a squatting moon

zbijene crowdedpo glibavom putu along the sludgy roadlelujaju senke swaying shadows

pozna jesen – late autumn–poslednja jabuka ode the last apple rolls downniz seoski put the country road

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Đurđa Vukelić Rožić, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

prvi jaglaci – first primrosesptičja je hranilica the bird feedertiha i sama silent and lonely

krvava koljena – bloody knees –doktoru dječak nosi boy takes a dead butterflymrtvog leptira to the doctor

boje jesenske – the colours of autumn –na spomeniku ocu on my father’s tombstonegrijem ruke I’m warming my hands

siječanjski snijeg dense snowiz režnja bijelog luka from a clove of garlicniče proljeće sprouting spring

Nova Godina the New Year bez odluka i želja … without wishes and decreesneka nije g�rç don’t let it be worse


Smajil Durmišević, Zenica, BiH

viteški biljeg, the knight’s monument,tako je hladan – u sjenci so cold–in the shadowprocvale trešnje of a cherry tree in blossom

lipa u cvatu, linden in bloom,klošar na klupi fućka a bum on the bench whistlingčoporu pasa to the pack of dogs

lijep majski dan, a nice day of May,u parku kose travu the park lawn is being moweda ruže cvatu and the roses are in bloom

u zavičaju in my homelandbulbul i bukovi se the nightingale and waterfallsnatpjevavaju outsinging each other

brežuljci čedni, the chaste hills,k’o svila nježni – trepte soft as silk – flickeringna mjesečini in the moonlight

Prevod/Translated by Adriana Katavić, prof.

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Sreten Perović, Podgorica, Crna Gora

Gušter i vrana A lizard and crowna pregaženom listu on an overrun leafvrebaju glistu. lurking at a worm.

Nad provalijom Above an abysslebdi mi ozebli glas. Soars a chilled voice.Odjeka nema! Without an acho!

Dolaze kiše! Arriving rains!I zmiju ugoni grom Thunderbolt drives a snakeu podzemni dom. into its underground home.

Prevod: Đurđa Vukelić Rožić

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Ivanka Kostantino, Šempas, Slovenija

trhel kažipot rotten signpostkozja stezica hiti a goat pathway rushessoncu naproti towards the sun

truli putokazkozja stazica žuriprema suncu

odcveteli mak flowering poppy krvavi v žolto morje it bleeds in the yellow seazrele pšenice of the ripe wheat

procvjetali mak krvari u žuto morezrele pšenice

star topol old poplarv senco oblači its shadow dressesravnico the plain

stara topolau sjenu odjevaravnicu

februarska noč February nightvtika ledene noge it puts its icy legsv bele copate in white slippers

februarska noćgura ledene nogeu bele papuče


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Željko Špoljar, Zaprešić, Hrvatska

nekud daleko the rustle ofšum trešnjinih cvjetova the cherry’s bloom carrying its scentnosi mirise far, far away

ljetno jutro – summer morning –brza gorska rijeka a fast mountain riverumiva sunce washing the sun

dječje crteže children’s drawingsna pijesku uz more in the sand by the seabrišu valovi erased by the waves

bonaca mora – calm is the sea –na dnu se ljulja sunrays swayingzraka svjetlosti on the bottom

Dan Svih Svetih All Saints’ Day –miris krizantema danas today the chrysanthemumsdrugačiji have a different scent

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Stjepan Rožić, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

vozeć bicikl riding my bike–kraj livade pregazih by the meadow I ran overmiris sijena the scent of the hay

po suhom lišću over dry leavesispod golog hrasta under a bare oak treešušti magla rustling fog

hladni dah zime a cold breath of winterkovitla suho lišće swirls dry leavesi prve pahulje and the first snowflakes


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Štefica Vanjek, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

klimavim plotom up the rickety fencenebu u goste ide, a long gourd climbsdugačka tikva to visit the sky

na vrhu grane at the top of a branchsjeverac ljulja gnijezdo, a north wind swings the nest–stanar na jugu its tenant gone south

u grmu ruže rose bush–jato vrabaca slavi a flock of sparr ws celebratesValentinovo Valentine’s Day


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Миленко Шарац, Пљевља, Црна Гора

Вирпазар – Virpazar –скретничарка возова the switchwoman waves at me махну ми осмехом with her smile

хук сове из шуме... the hoot of a wood owl. . .коњ на ливади зобље a horse in the meadowмесечину pecks at moonlight

преслица дана a distaff of the dayнатенане испреда gingerly spinningповесмо магле a bundle of fog

завичајни пут... my homeland road. . .очевим стопама sadness moves alongкорача туга father’s footsteps

расипа јесен autumn scattersсиви пепео неба gray ashes of the skyнад мојом главом above my head


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Aljoša Vuković, Šibenik, Hrvatska

iznad čovjeka above his reflecitonna poker aparatu on the pocker machinesjenka bankrota the shadow of bankuptcy

brkati ratar farmer with a moustachegleda klip kukuruza – watching the corn cob –svilena konkurencija a silky competition

stan u blizini an apartmentželjezničke postaje close by the train station –simfonija čaša a glasses symphony

ljetna noć summer nighttek pokoji zrikavac occasionally some cricketlomi joj tišinu breaks the silence

doletjela lopta fleeing ballu polje lubenica – in a field of watermelons –kakav sklad what harmony


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Ivan Gaćina, Zadar, Hrvatska

Krave na paši – Cows in the pasture–vjetar goni livadom the wind chasing dreamy springsneno proljeće. over the meadow

Na kori breze On the birch barkdjetlić kljuca imena a woodpecker pecks the namesbivših ljubavi. of ex loves

U divljoj rijeci In the wild riverutopila se breza a drowned birch treeu sjeni mosta. in the shadow of a bridge.



Ljubica Vukov Mihajilo, Subotica, Srbija

crvene bulke red field popiesorosile polje maka dew a field of poppystiže kombajn the combine arrives

pored pruge Beside the trackpoređane na žici the swallows are swingingnjišu se laste on the wire

još pada kiša. It’s still raining.sa glavice kupusa a slug is sliding offkliznu puž golać the cabbage

krajputaši– the roadside monumentspromiču pored kola. Are passing by the car.kanu suza. The dear drops.

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Milenko Ćirović Ljutički, Beograd, Srbija

срушена кућа ... demolilshed house. . .мисли ми обузете my thoughts occupiedцватом зумбула by hyacinths

паук у мрежу caught in the spider web –уловио зрак сунца a ray of sunshineи капи росе and dew drops

несаница. insomnia. . .Између дозива ћука between an owl’s callsодзиви сјећања responses of memories

орлови крсташи under their wingsпод крилима разносе imperial eagles spread aroundсвјетлост поднева midday light

зарђала канта a rusty bucketнад усахлим бунаром – above the dry draw well –ћутим у прошлости I keep silent in the past



Davor Marinković, Beograd, Srbija

између мене betweem meи једног снежног врха - and one snowy peakдугачак поглед a long view

на голој крошњи bare treetop -празно птичије гнездо an empty bird nestједини украс the only decoration

размичем траву - moving apart the blades of grassту се скрио и ћути there were a scared cricketпреплашен цврчак hides and keeps silent

низ густу крошњу cold rain drippingцури прохладна киша from the dense treetopтрави за врат down a grass neck

на летњој јари summer heat –зрикавци сложним гласом the harmonious voice of cricketsљуљају пругу swings the railways tracks

Prevod/Translated by Slobodanka Saša Važić

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Nina Kovačić, Zagreb, Hrvatska

kaplja s neba a drop from the skyraspršila oblak disperses a cloudu lokvici over a puddle

u paučini in the cobwebzatitrao suhi list a tremor of a dry leaflahorom taknut touched by the breeze

noćna smjena bakery night shiftpekar mi pruža topli he gives me a warm loafkruh i osmijeh and his smile

sa ulice from the streetdonio zimsku večer he brought the winter eveningna obrazima on his cheeks


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Blagoje Vujisić, Bijelo Polje, Crna Gora

Незнани мачак Unknown tomcatНа праг ми дошао. Came to my doorstep.Пријатељ му треба. He needs a friend.

Путовање на југ – Travelling to the South–Друго годишње доба. Another season.Ја већ подмлађен. Me already rejuvenated.

Неко ноћима Someone night by nightКропи бакром и златом Spreads copper and goldШуме прије сна. The forests before sleep.

Ноћ у планини The night in the mountainПуна вучјих јаука. Full of the wolf’s moan.Камен сам станац. I am a steady stone.

Prevod/Translated by Mila Korać, prof.

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Milan Vujko, Lozovac, Hrvatska

Zavija bura. Bora is howling.Nekakav stari najlon Some old nylonrazgoni ptice. Is scattering the birds.

Kosturi kuća The house skeletonsnebesima prijete, threaten the heavens,a oblak plače. and the cloud is crying.

Bijaše selo! There was a village!Nema ga više, nema Ther isnt’s any more,ga više, nema… any more, any more. . .

Prevod/Translated by Karolina Ejić

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Mitko Gogov, Strumica, Makedonija

се цедат како they drain asпресни овошја јадени s fresh fruits eatenод мали деца. from small kids

цеде се као свеже воће поједено од стране мале деце.

заборавени forgottenиграчки во кутијата Children toys in a box.картон детство. cardboard–childhood

заборављене играчке у кутији - картон детињства

Prevod na engleski jezik/ English translation by the authorPrevod na srpski jezik / Serbian translation: Stefan TičMi

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Ljubica Katić, Split, Hrvatska

trešnje su zrele the cherries are ripenema ih tko pobrati none to pick themsame opadaju falling by their own

ptice cvrkuću the birds are chirpingpsi vezani lancima the dogs cained uplaju na prazno barking in vain

otvorila se školjka a shell opens upiz nje vire bisera dva two pearls sticking outrađa se ljubav a new love is on the way

Prevod/Translated by Mirjana Roguljić

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Nebojša Simin, Novi Sad, Srbija

Ispred auta in front of the carmačka skoči u stranu – a cat jumps sideways–deveti život. its ninth life

Galeb se stušti a gull swoops downza komadićem hleba – for a piece of bread–brže od pogleda. faster than a glance

Ulični pas a stray doglagano prelazi ulicu slowly crosses the street,spuštene glave. with its head down

Dug zimski dan. long winter dayGreje me jedna mala I am warmed bydaleka zvezda. a tiny distant star

Vrapci utihnuli. sparrows are silentIz hladnog neba izronio a shining moon emergesblještavi mesec. from a cold sky

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Mihovila Čeperić Billjan, Rijeka, Hrvatska

crvena večer a red eveningnestaje u plavetnilu disappears into the blueprvi dan zime first day of winter

jesenja kiša autumn rainnepomičan skakavac motionless grasshoppervisoko na zidu high on the wall

morske orgulje the sea organbude nebo i zemlju awakens heaven and earthharmonija jutra morning harmony

crvene niti red threadspo površini mora on the sea surfacemreža oblika a network of forms

otkinuti šaš the torn sedgevalovi čipkajući the waves knitting a hatupliću mjesec to the moonlight



Милена Дрпа, Модрича, БиХ

Налети вјетар – A sudden gust of wind –стотину латица доле, a hundred of petals on the ground,једна узлети. one rises in the air.

Отворих врата – The door opens –осмијех мог супруга и the smile of my husbandпрве љубичице. and the first violets.

Пала ограда – The fence is down –некада је и овдје there used to beбио топли дом. a warm home.

Тик-так! Ја жмирим, Tick-tock! My eyes closed,сат откуцава the clock is tickingмоју несаницу. my sleeplessness.

У свакој бори In every wrinkleисписује се живот – the life is written out –и пролази. and it goes away.


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Predrag Pešić Šera, Požarevac, Srbija

Zimsko jutro - Winter morning –Prolaznik se svaki Every passer-byDobro obukao. dressed well.

Raskošni skijaš Unbuttoned skierNosi na ramenu Carries the kids’s skiesDečje skije On his shoulder

Među đacima The whole collectiveCeo se kolektiv Joins the pupils inPoče grudvati. The snowball fight

Pale su, gase. The christmans treeLampice na jelki Lights go on and off. . .Gore prskalice. Flaming sprinklers.

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Risto Hajdukovi, Ulcinj, Crna Gora

travka iznikla iz krša weed blade out of stoneradosno pleše happily dancespred razjarenim vjetrom under raging wind

zalazeće sunce the setting sunpolako svlači ogrtač slowly takes off the cloaksa sovinog plijena from owl’s prey

vjetar navodi pahulje wind is guiding snowdo ulaza to the entranceu skriveno gnijezdo of a hidden nest

galeb mirno plovi seagull calmly sailingu uzburkanom moru in restless sea danas nema brodova no ships today

zadrhta mladi cvijet young flower shiveredkad pčela sleti when bee landed strah od nepoznatog fear of unknown


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Zorka Čordašević, Frankfurt na Majni, Njemačka

U malom čamcu In a small boatgrane vrbe i mjesec branches of willow and the moončekaju jutro awaiting the morning

Na majčinom grobu On my mother’s graveprocvala ljubičica a violet is flourishingsuze u tišini I shed tears in silence

Prvi snijeg First snowbosonogo Ciganče gypsy-boy with bare feettrči, li trči running and running

Sovine oči Owl’s eyesu tamnoj paprati in dark fernsjaje li, sjaje flashing and flashing

Prevod/ Translated by Leo Goebbels, Frankfurt


Luka Tomić, Makarska, Hrvatska

Pogrebna povorka. Funeral procession.Množina s rukama Plurality with arms crossedna preponama. nearby the crotch.

Laste na žici: Martins on a wire:na radnom sastanku a convention on movingpred odlazak u Afriku. to Africa.

Crvene kiše Red rainsdonose Afriku bring Africau Europu. to Europe.

Prevoditelj/Translated by Đ. V. Rožić

Dubravka Borić, Podgora, Hrvatska

rivom uz more a beach by the sea–nabacani obluci in a dead south windmrtva južina scattered pebbles

sobna tišina in a silent room na raspelu krunica rosary on the crucifix suze za majkom tears for my mother


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Milutin Đuričković, Beograd, Srbija

Danas je praznik, Today is a holiday,u zavičaju opet cherry trees in blossomcvetaju trešnje. Back home.

Uživam u tvom I enjoy yourmirisu i belini, smell and whiteness,trešnjin cvete. cherry flower.

Ne, to nije platno. No, that’s not the linen.Bistra reka nosi Clear river carriesjesenje lišće. Autumn leaves.

Prijevod/Translated by Milica Miljković

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Ljubica Stojanović, Zemun, Srbija

Na mom prozoru At my windowstaklaste zvezde mraza - vitreous stars of frost –otopi sunce Sun has melted

Otvoren prozor Open windowdolaze zimski gosti - winter guests are coming –prosipam žito I’m spilling the wheat

Opalo lisće Fallen leavessa mojim cipelama - with my shoes –u hodu prića talk while I alk

Ptice tuguju Birds are grievingne zatvaraj taj kavez - do not close that cage –prijatelju moj my friendPrvi sneg pokri The first snow coversstaze nase mladosti - paths of our youth –ne i secanja not the memories

Prevod/Translated by: dr Monika Milošević

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Vjekoslav Šulić, Osijek, Hrvatska

Lipa u cvatu. Linden in bloomA gdje je miris, but where is the scent,kradljivi vjetre? you thievish wind?

S trutnjavom groma Only a pet dog talksrazgovara samo psić. With thunder roaring.Ljetna oluja the summer storm.



Lidija Leskur, Split, Hrvatska

Cvijet agave Agave flowerNajavljuje njenu smrt Announces its deathIz ljepote kraj After bueauty the termination

Zvižduci bure Bora’s howlsKroz jarbole jedara Through masts and sailsZvuče čudesno Sound amazing

Plove oblaci Clouds sailingMijenjaju oblike Changing shapesIgra figura A game of forms

Ulično svjetlo Street lightOsvjetljava pahulje Illuminates snowflakesIdilična noć Idyllic night

Smrznuta lokva Frozen puddleVoda u drugom stanju Water’s alter formNeće još dugo Will not last

Prevod: Tanja Gotovina

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Igor Damjanović, Beograd, Srbija

Dugačka motka With a long poledečak bere jabuke – a boy picking apples –ostade jedna. one remained.

Jednu jabuku An appledelimo napola we share in half –crvić i ja. a worm and I

Prođe zima. Winter gone.Kapi osušenog sirupa Drops of dried syrupNa tepihu. on my carpet.

Na groblju – At the cemetery–žena i vrana a woman and a crowu crnom. both in black.

Ležim u travi – Lying in the grass –bulke se povijaju poppy flowers bendpodmojimdahom. Under my breath.



Tatjana Debeljački, Užice, Srbija

u pećini in the caveizviđač crtao brodove reconniter draws the shipsna mesečini in the moonlight

lepoti sutona in the beauty of the duskjutarnjom rosom with the morning dewudahni me breathe me in

zrna peska grains of sandhladnoća prenosi jezu coldness transfers the chillveče se šunjalo the night sneaked in

beli ljiljan a white lilyna nebeskom oltaru on the altar of the skyu letu orao a flying eagle

Prevod/Translated by Danijela Milosavljević

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Đurđica Zrinščak Družinec, Stubičke Toplice, Hrvatska

iza zida behind the wallpuzave bugenvilije of creeping bouginvilleazaspalo moje zlato my sunshine in her dreams

jorgovan – lilac –ljepotom i mirisom its beauty and scentsa mnom na jastuku on my pillow with me

snijeg - snowing -tek procvala trešnja cherry in blossomprekinula moj san wakes me with worry

moje ljeto my summertimemiris pokošene trave the scent of hayi našeg znoja and our sweats

zlati se šuma gilded woodssjaj zlatnog prstena the shine of a gold ringa ja sama and my loneliness

Prevod/Translated by Đ. V. Rožić

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Ljubomir Radovančević, Zagreb, Hrvatska

mrka planina a dark mountainpod njom grad zamotan under it a town cloakedkišnim oblacima with rain clouds

ljeto u gradu summer in the towni ulični muzičar even a street musicianpobjegao na more escaped to the sea side

drijema gušter dozing lizardispred kamene kuće in front of a stone housesame na suncu alone in the sunshine

ljetna tišina summer silenceu unutrašnjosti park an inland town’s park restsodmara od ljudi from the people


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Vladimir Šuk, Oroslavje, Hrvatska

sjene mladosti the shadows of my youthna obali jezera on the lake shoreu prisjećanju in my memory

skadarsko „oko“ the Shkodra’s eyekroz Bojanu cjeliva kissing the Adriatic seaJadransko more through the Bojana river

na toploj hridi on a warm cliffkormoran širi krila a cormorant spreads its wingsizronio je just emerged from the water


Miljenko Šimunović, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

drveni trupci the logsza ogrijev pripremljeni prepared for heating željno pupaju sprouting eagerly

paučina the cobwebna struku čička – sjaji on the thistle – shinesorošena with the dew

moja je ljubav my love isko korov oko ruže like weeds around a roserosa se topi melting the dew


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Gordana Sarić, Nikšić, Crna Gora

Pupoljak sneni The sleepy budčeka poljubac sunca awaits a kiss of the sunda se rastvori. as to open up.

Nebo bez zvjezda The starless skiessvici fenjere pale the glow-worms light up their lampsu tami noćnoj. In the night’s darkness.

Klonuo cvijet A withered floweržudno pije rose kap eagerly drinks a dewdropposljednjom snagom. by the last strength.

Pram mjesečine A moonlight beamprikrade se postelji sneaked up to the bedi odnese san. and stole the sleep.

Rascvala trešnja The flowering chery-treetom zamamnom ljepotom by its mesmerizing beautypčelu zavodi. charms the bee.

Prevod/Translated by dr Bojka Đukanović

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Jovanka Božić, Valjevo, Srbija

Глас мења боју, February night. . .а мачка друштво у the voice changes tone,фебруарској ноћи. a cat its company.

Тек руде – деца Just started to redden,не дају трешњама да children won’t let cherriesсе зацрвене. turn red.

Раздире зимску Tearing apartноћ завијање вука - the winter night. . . the howlingогладнелог. of a hungry wolf.

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Tonka Lovrić, Split, Hrvatska

strastveni tango passionate tangodvije majice two t-shirtsna sjevercu in a North wind

podno trešnje u cvatu under the cherrylepršaju lattice fluttering petalsna naš smijeh through our laughter

čamac za spašavanje a lifeboatzagrljeni man and dogčovjek i pas hug each other

na dvorišna vrata the gatezlatne tikve golden gourdszazvonile ringing

ledeni ovratnik icy collarna vratu perunike on the neck of an irisruke mraza the arms of frost


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Rudi Stopar, Sevnica, Slovenija

Mrlje mahovine The stain of mossosip zbijenog lišća a rash of fallen leavesleden kukurijek an iced hellebore

Nakostriješena mačka The bristling catpod kvrgavim orahom under the gnaried walnutvrisak vrabaca the scream of sparrows


Radosava Milatović, Niš, Srbija

Терет снијега A load of snowсавио љескове гране, bends a hazel branches,земљу љубе. kissing the ground.

Поља пшенице Wheat fieldsразиграни вјетар bent into wavesу валове повија. by the lively wind.

Слапови воде Waterfallsсливањем у понор flowing into the abyssesосвјежише зрак. freshen the air.


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Milena Božić, Modriča, BiH

Znam, za mene bi, I know, for me,Za zrno osmijeha, For a grain of smile,Skinuo zvijezdu. He would take down the star.

Tiha noć Silent night,Pogled na mirno more. View to the calm sea.Sve mi daleko. Everything’s far away from me.

Iskre mi misli Sparks in my mindNaviru topla sjećanja – Coming up warm memories–Posebna noć. Special night.

Mjesec The moon,Kasnih, dugih razgovora – the late, long conversations –Najbolji prijatelj. The best friend.



Blaženka Jukić, Split, Hrvatska

Sjaj mjeseca The shining moonIz mora viri gnjurac A grebe peeks out of the sea Dubina spava the sea depth is sleeping

Klupa ljubavi The bench of loveSjećanja u snovima Memories in dreamsBolna ljepota A painful beauty

Maleni jež A little hedgehogU plahtama od lišća In the sheets of leavesMrak u šumi The dark in the woods

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Branka Vojinovic Jegdić, Podgorica, Crna Gora

olujni vjetar stormy windzabrinuto posmatram I’m anxiously watchingprocvalu trešnju cherry in blossom

nabujala Rijeka a swollen riverpožnjela harvestednezrelu pšenicu unripe corn fields

vedrim se nebom on the bright skyvalja sporo sunce – the sun is rolling slowly–dugodnevnica Solstice

pust čestar – wasteland copse–nelagodu pojača discomfort increasedkrikovi orla screams of an eagle

Prevod/Translated by Đ. V. Rožić

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Majda Fradelić, Split, Hrvatska

proljetna kiša The spring raingrane nježno miluje is caressing gently the branchespokisle ptice birds soaking wet

na dlanovima On the palmsuspavana zraka sunca a sleepy ray of sunshinezatvaram oči I close my eyes

u hladu bora In the shade of the pinecvrčak suncu pjeva a cricket chirping to the sunkratka arija a short aria

vrelina noći The heat of the nightzrikavac pod maslinom a cricket under the olive treenema spavanja no sleep


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Vesna Oborina, Podgorica, Crna Gora

sa starog panja from an old stumppijetao pozdravlja the rooster greetinuvijek novi dan yet another day

ovce na paši grazing sheeppastir zadrijemao – a shepherd dozes offpas zalaja a dog starts to bark

sunce zalazi setting sunu ševaru utihnu the crook of frogs falls silengkreket žaba in the reeds


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Milivoj Kostić, Novi Sad, Srbija

Promrzli lovac A frozen hunterU planinskoj kućici Is poking the fire inRaspiruje žar. A mountain cottage.

Na bele rade Early morning dewZatvorenih latica Has climbed the still closed petalsPope se rosa. Of the daisies.

Vedra zimska noć. A bright winter night.Na ledenom jastuku an anthill is sleeping onMravinjak spava. A pillow of ice.

Kao oprani veš Just like washed laundryNa dugim oblacima The hills are dryingSuše se brda. On long clouds.

Poljem rasute After a stormy nightNakon olujne noći Yellow petals are scatteredŽute latice. All over the field.


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Mirjana Roguljić, Split, Hrvatska

kap po kap kapa drop by drop drips downblista u suncu lokva a puddle shines in the suna gdje li je slap in search of the waterfall

gle tratinčicu look at a daisyuze je djevojka mlada suddenly picked by a young girlvoli ne voli loves me loves me not

pahulje sipe snow flakes driftingbor je djevojka mlada the pine tree is a brideu vjenčanici dressed in a wedding dress

prkoseć vjetru withstanding the windrukama lice čuva a weakened birch guards its faceslabašna breza with its arms


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Zlata Bogović, Varaždin Hrvatska

Užeglo sunce Summer scorchprocvali suncokreti flowering sunflowersvire iz žita peer from the corn field

Gledam u čudu Looking in wonderpupoljak žute ruže a yellow rose budotvara oči opens its eyes

Lete pčele Bees flying miris bazge uz cestu the scent of eldersprivlači i mene attracts me as well

Poput bisera Like the pearlsna grančicama breze on the birch’s twigskapljice rose the dewdrops

Između voćki Among the fruit treesmiris procvale lipe the scent of a blossoming lindenpriziva pčele invites the bees


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Dobrilo Pavić, Plužine, Crna Gora

Linije dlana The lines on my palmNe označavaju sad Don’t mark nowVoljene sjenku The shadow of my beloved

Kad gasim lampu When I turn off the lampOkrećem se na stranu I lie down on my sideDa sanjam njen san To dream her dream

Voćke cvjetaju The fruit trees bloomSvemir se zamotava The Universe wrapsU njenoj kosi Into her hair

Stojim pod hrastom I stand under an oakČiju sjenku oblaci Whose shadow the cloudsPronose nebom Spread across the sky

Vjetar zavija The wind howlsPtičica na drvetu A birdie on a treePreplaši tamu Frightened the darkness.

Prevod/Translated by Tihomir Cicmil

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Snežana Draškić, Modriča, B i H

Опрала киша Rain has washedкровове и улице – roogs and streets–образи исти. cheeks remain the same.

Звјездано небо Starry skyкао на дохват руке – at my fingertips–одмарам душу. I’m resting my soul.

Крај старог пута They put new benchesставили нове клупе – next to the old road–бака још сједи. my grandma still sits there.

Утону у сан Tired young womanуморна млада жена – fell asleep–загрли снове. she embraces her dreams.

Поново срећан, Happy again,баца шешир ка небу – he throws his hat into the sky–на удици риба! fish on the hook!


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Boris Nazansky, Zagreb, Hrvatska

procvjetao slak morning gloriess prvim suncem umiru first sun shinesnoćašnje lokve in dying puddles

upeklo podne scorching noonkratka je i mršava so short and thinsjena strašila shadow of a scarecrow

suhi priljepak dry limpetto je sve što ostade all what’s leptod ljetnog dana of a summer day

sag suhog lišća louder and loudersve to glasnije šušti rustling of the dry leavespočinje kiša first raindrops


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Nada Vučičić, Split, Hrvatska

ludilo vjetra madness of windraspustilo žute kose let the yellow hairjesenskom jutru of the autumn morning

na vrhu repa on the top of penzbog trešnjina cvijeta because of a cherry blossomrođen haiku a haiku was born

na potoku srna. a doe next to streamzbog žeđi zaustavila due to thirst stoppedutrku s vjetrom the race with wind

molitva vjetru pray to a winddječak pušta zmaja the boy relase a kitepod oblake under the clouds


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Mladen Babović, Bar, Crna Gora

ne primjetiše they did not noticezaljubljeni na drumu a couple in love on the roadkrupne kapi kiše those large raindrops

pokisla ptica soggy birdna usamljenoj stijeni – on a lonesome cliff–odjekuje pjesma an echo of the song

dođe ponekad jutrom at dawn sometimesdonese parče snova it brings a piece of dreamsknjiga u ormaru a book on the shelf

tražim te I’m looking for youu rosnom cvijetu – in a dewy flower–ram za sliku a frama for picture


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Dragan Petković, Jabuka, Pančevo, Srbija

Trava zelena, Green grass,dve pčele zaljubljene two bees in loveljube maslačak. love dandelion.

Zora svanjava, a dayspringnebo ćutke podnosi the sky submit silentlyodlazak ptice. departure of the birds.

Prevod/Translated by Milena Burčul Mrkela

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Dragana Grašar, Modriča, BiH

Čuh svoje srce, I’ve just heard my heartprobudiše ga zvijezde – woken up by stars–božanstvena noć. a heavenly night.

Gledajte ljudi Look atkako vjetar miluje the wind caressingvoljenu brezu! its loved birch!

Pitam se I wonder whethersva moja nova jutra all my new morningsvode li sreći?! would lead to happiness!

Tanane niti Thin threadpaukove mreže of a spiderwebizmeđu grana. between branches.

Prevod/Translated by Maja Vučić

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Миливоје Јовановић Чесмен, Панчево, Србија

Опасност стиже Coming dangerбег голуба ка сунцу the escape of a doveлепотом плени. spreading beauty.

Жито је пало Mown wheatнеуморни косачи tireless reapersпију ракију. drink brandy.

Седим у башти I sit in the gardenпрви цветови трешње the first cherry blossomsмилују око. caress my eye.

Дан сив и тмуран Dark and gray dayрасплакана небеса the winds comfortветрови теше. crying skies.

Prevod/Translated by Milena Burčul Mrkela

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Dragica Ohashi, Aichi, Japan

Vizija Jadrana The vision of the driaticje trešnjin cvet is the cherry blossomu srcu in my heart

Aha tren The AHA momentu mome oku Jadran in my eye Adriatic coastigra na obali dance

Proljetni list Spring leaf nijansa prirode the shade of natureu mome oku in my eye

Duboko je Looking deepu meni more inside me seakao vizija as vision

U srcu i oku In the heart and eyeJedno nježno sjećanje a tender memory of Adriaticna Jadrasko leto in summer

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Ksenija Babić, Modriča, BiH

Цвијет у вази – A flower in a vase–Иако без коријена, божур Although rootless a peonyупија живот. absorbs the life.

Кроз врх ципеле Through the top of a shoeвири го прст – чак је и protrudes a bare toe–evenчарапа шупља. the sock has a hole.

Латице жутих ружа The petals of the yellow rosesпобијелиле – turned white–први снијег. the first snow.

Модерни децембар – A modern December–тратинчица на земљи, a daisy on the ground,грипа у зраку. the flu in the air.

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Dijana Uherek Stevanović, Subotica, Srbija

Лења мачкица, Lazy pussycatвешто чека мишића – ably waits for little mouseпада кишица. rain sprinkles.

Баш је леп цветић, It’s a beautiful little flower,замирисао је дан - scented a dayпчели радостан. joyfull to a bee.

I iz kamena And from the stoneniknuo je cvet živi came up flower livelymaslačka žuto yellow dandelion.

Sunce na nebu Sun in the skyoblacima piše to clouds it writesveselu pesmu. jollily song.

Put vijugavo Road windinglyostavlja nevidljive leaves invisibletragove stopa. footprints.

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Narandža Kostić, Donji Milanovac, Srbija

Treperi breza Shuddering birch jutro se zaigra morning at playu treptaju. in a flicker.

Grozdi se Nebo Clustering skyzvezde padaju the stars fallingčokot loze. on the vine.

U oku leptira In the butterfly’s eyevodoskok Sunca the fountain of the sunshinezlati veče. gilding the evening.

Napupala trešnja Budding cherryljubi jutro kisses the morningstome lista balave. slobbering pores in the leaf.

Mesec se prosuo The moon scatterednad sidrom above the anchortvojih očiju. of your eyes.


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Zoran Raonić, Pljevlja, Crna Gora

U društvu In company of petrovca – i kopriva agrimony – nettle nekako blaga. somehow bland as well.

Petrovac odmiče Agrimony is moving awayglavicu od kamena its head away from the stone – dok zmija spava. while the snake is sleeping.

Kupač i vrba Bather and a willowispružili ruke stretched their arms do u rijeku. into the river.

Orah se nešto Walnut is complaining na suri vjetar žali – about the vicious wind - Prilazim bliže. I am coming closer.

Svadjaju se oblaci. Clouds are arguing.Jedan zračak A rayote im se. broke away.

Prevod/Translated by Raonić

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Saša Važić, Beograd, Srbija

prilazim approachingpraznoj kući … to an empty house. . .magla! the mist!

letnja trava summer grass. . .toliko puteljaka nestaje so many pathways endu korovu in the weeds

gusta magla … thick mist. . .duboka tišina the deep silence ofstarog kestena an old chestnut tree

izgubljene lost inu belini snega … the whiteness of snow.. .oči kameleona chameleon eyes

napušten dom … abandoned home. . .urlik iz nutrine duše the howl from deep withinpomera nebesa moves the skies

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Cvija Ašćerić Mitrović, Australija

Rascvetale Flowering cherry –trešnje – venčanice girls’ weddingdevojačke. dresses.

Suncokret – Sunflower–Sunčev podmladak Sun’s offspringna Zemlji. on the Earth

Petao peva, Rooster crows, the daydan se radja - prirodni is born – a naturalbudilnik. alarm clock.

Zuto lišće Yellow leavesna zemlji - poslednji on the ground–tango. Tango.

Detelina A four-leafedod četiri lista - clover –moja braća. my brothers.

Prevod/Translated by Cvija Mitrović

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Jagotka Tomovska, Kumanovo, Makedonija

Купају се зраци сунца Sunrays are swimmingУ кориту праскозорја In the trough of dawnНебесног плаветнила Of celestial blueness

Се капат лачитеВо корито на мугратаОд небесно синило

Њишу се валови Swaying wavesНошени поветарцем Mounted by linden petalsЛипових латица Noon breeze

Се лулаат брановитеНосени од развигоротОд липови цветови

Ги спакував мислите Wrapping my thoughtsГи ставив на балдахин Laid them on the canopyСпијат во немирен сон Sleep in restless dream

Спаковах мисли мојеПоложих их на балдахинуСпавају немирном сном

Prevod/Translated by autor

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Darko Drljević, Podgorica, Crna Gora

Kapljica kiše The raindrop fallsupade u rijeku. into the river.Dublja si sada? You’re deeper now?

Povukoh perom I draw the line on the paperliniju na papiru. with a pen.Bjelina nesta. The whiteness disappears.

Pade prva kap The first drop fallsgolub krilima prhnu. a pigeon flaps its wings.Počinje kiša. There comes the rain.

Sunce zaroni The Sun divesu plavetnilo mora into the azure of the seanebo kao krv. the sky is like blood.

Starac zamota Anoldman wrapsžuti duvan iz kese yellow tobacco from the bag,upaljač kresnu. the lighter lights.

Noć, selo spava The night falls, the village sleepsmuk prekide lavež psa. dog’s barking breaks the quietness.Opet tišina. There’s silence again.

Svećica bljesnu. The spark flashes. Grmljavinu nadvlada The church bell prevailscrkveno zvono. over the thunder.

Prevod/Translated by Darko Drljević

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Safeta Osmičić, Heerlen, Holandija

Ptice na žici birds on the wiredrže zavjesu sivu hold a gray curtainšto s neba visi hanging from the sky

Narandža zrela a ripe orangenebom se kotrljala rolling across the skycijelog dana all day long

Kroz maglu jahač through the fogNa zlatnom konju jezdi a rider on the golden horse rushesSunce donosi bringing the sun


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Julijana Plenča, Rijeka, Hrvatska

Na vlati trave golden dewdropszlatne kapljice rose on a blade of grassispija sunce. sipped by the sun

presahli potok a dried up creeknoćnom nevremenu gives love topoklanja ljubav. the night storm

zabijelio morning snow. . .jelinu haljinicu a fir dress turnsjutarnji snijeg. white


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Verica Preda, Vršac, Srbija

Ђубриште пуно full dumpКокошка тражи зрно a hen searches for a grainЗдраво, има ли га“ hello, is there any?

Огледала mirrorsЗнакови поред пута Signs by the RoadsideКамење пуца cracking stones

Игра се трава the grass playsАска, вук и омама Aska, the wolf and dazeЉиљани миришу the smell of lilies


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Anđelka Korčulanić, Split, Hrvatska

Zagriza more the sea bites intosočnu jabuku sunca. a juicy apple of the sunLagano guta. swallowing it slowly

Raspliće kose it unravels its hairoprane u rijeci. washed in the riverVjetar je češlja. the wind combs it

Ružičast oblak with a smile,sa smiješkom s visoka a pink cloud looks downna zemlju gleda. at the Earth

Travke na vjetru blades of grass in the windtkaju zeleni tepih weave a green carpetprošaran žutim. dappled with yellow


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Stanka Sršen, Blace, Hrvatska

U zlatnom polju in the golden fieldProcvali su makovi blooming poppiesNjiše ih vjetar swayed by the wind

Na suhoj grani on a dry branchZlatna ptičica pjeva a golden bird singsBudi proljeće awakening the spring

Djevojče gleda a young girlZvijezdu padalicu watches a shooting star–U oku želja a desire in her eye

Toplo je sunce warm sun. . .Otvoreni pupoljci opened buds,Pčelice zuje buzzing bees


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Zvjezdana Čagalj, Split, Hrvatska

Na listu zime on a winter’s leafzgažena gusjenica a crushed caterpillar–Nerođen leptir an unborn butterfly

Struže misao a thought scrapes,Rubovi neba bride the edges of the sky tingleZamagljen sumrak blurred sunset

Marinirano marinatedMore preslaže ribu the sea rearranges fish. . .Galeb izdiše a gull breathes out

Kljuca vrapca crv a worm pecks at a sparrow,Cvili nemoćna grana a feeble branch squeaks–Vrijeme mjene time of chang


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Gordana Jović, Novi Sad, Srbija

Munja seva lightning flashesMisli plašljive fearful thoughtsMudraci ćute wise men keep silent

Crni gavran a raven in the nestu gnezdu jauk lomi - breaks the screamgrmljavina thunderstorm

Pljušti kiša it’s pouring outside the eavesPod strehom smena my thoughts changegodišnjih doba the seasons

Pod crnom zemljom under the black earthpupoljci nestrpljivi impatient buds waitingčekaju sunce for the sun



Jadranko Gizdić, Split, Hrvatska

Pusta stijena a desolate rockIspunjena sjećanjem full of last summerMinulog ljeta memories

Drvena klupa wooden bench –Nijemi svjedok sreće silent witness of happiness,Tuge i plača sadness and crying

Puna ulica the street full ofKabrioleta kuća convertible housesOgnjišta prazna home-hearths empty

Grana čempresa a cypress branchVjetrom se poigrava playing with the wind –Šišarke na njoj cones on it


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Refika Dedić, Bihać, BiH

U naramku vremena abundance of time–idem kroz sjećanja kao walking through memorieskapljica moći. as a droplet of power

Zov samoće a call of solitudeemocijama umiven washed up by emotionsu kući mira. In a house of peace

Sve oko mene all around meizgovor traži u oluji. Seeks excuse in the storm–najave dolaska. warning of arrival


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Branka Gostović, Srbija

Na nebu zvezde, stars in the sky,po livadama svici-čuj fireflies in the meadows–zrikavaca poj. listen to the crickets song

Probudi nas awakened bytopla zora – na nebu a warm dawn – in the sky,mesec i sunce. moon and sun

Kapi kišice drops of a drizzleakvarel mi dovršiše – finish my watercolor–oblačak prošao. a little cloud gone away

Plutamo, vetra we’re floating, notni daška, a sunca disk a breath of wind, the sun’s disktone u more. sinks into the sea

Žalosna vrba a weeping willowgrane povila ka bends its branches tousahlom izvoru. the dried up source


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Mišel Bolltres, Smederevo, Srbija

Kišne kapljice raindropsNa prozoru zastale pause on the windowI tu zaspale... and fall asleep

Radost jutarnja morning joy:Mače mi došlo na prag a kitty comes to my door –Gostić lep i drag! a dear and beautiful guest

Eno ga vrapče! a little sparrowIspalo iz gnezda fallen from the nest –- Vreba ga mačka... lurked by a cat

Ružu malenu a little roseJutros tek procvetalu just blossomed this morningOdneo vetar. carried away by the wind

Miriše tuga the smell of sorrowNad napuštenim selom above an abandoned village –Urlik tišine. the howl of silence


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Ljiljana Gligorijević, Žitkovac, Srbija

U krug se vrti a colourful puppyMaleni, šareni pas spinning aroundZa rep se hvata. catches its tail

Ćilime tkaje it weaves rugs,Prostirke polju šalje sends carpets to the field –Čudesni pauk. miraculous spider


Marinko Pavićević, Podgorica, Crna Gora

Vjetar lomi san the wind breaks a dream,Istrule sjenke bježe rotten shadows fleeJutra se ljube morning caress each other

U bezdanu se in the abyss,Prah života komeša the dust of life stirsZavrišta duša the soul screams


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Milica Aranitović Papović, Tivat, Crna Gora

Haiku prizori haiku scenesOdvlače moju pažnju distract my attentionSlike trepere trembling images

Kiša rominja drizzling rain. . .Monotonija dana the monotony of the dayBudi sjećanja awakens memories

Mjesec sija shining moonUžarenim srpom I reap the dark nightŽanjem mrklu noć with a glowing sickle

Nadomak kuće nearing home. . .Plamen liže godove a flame licksHrastovom stablu the oak rings


Ružica Ruška Ciko, Tivat, Crna Gora

Zaslepilo me sunce dazzled by the sunpoljubim kamen I kiss a stone andi prebrojim zvijezde. Count the stars


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Žarko Dragićević, Nikšić Crna Gora

U svjetlosnoj in the poing of lightTački traje misaona totality of thoughtCjelokupnost continues

Svjetlost gdje je the light wherePoezija očiju, riječ je the poetry of eyes is, word isslika svih slika image of all images

Kako miriše, what a scent of linden–lipe, priča slovenskog the story of Sloveniandrveta o meni tree about me


Milica Mima Dmitrović, Čačak, Srbija

Пахуља дрхти trembling snowflakeЈануар цакли у снегу January glistens in the snowВрабац чува дом a sparrow guards its home

Бреза трепери trembling birchЗлатом огрће јесен shrouds the autumn in goldЛист боји пад a leaf color its fall


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Nelica Ivanović Radović, Podgorica, Crna Gora

Parče dinje na nebu A piece of melon in the skySlatka avgustovska Sweet night ofNoć August

Pred cvijećem In the face of flowersUzmiče snijeg uz planinu. The snow steps back up

to the mountains.Bujica sjemena Torrents of seeds.

Krošnje otresaju Treetops knockLjeto s grana. Ljulja the summer down from branches.Rana jesen Rocking early autumn.

U odsjaj sunca At the reflection of sunzaroni ukljeva The bleak dives intozatalasa oblake Churning the clouds up

Svaka se gola Each of the baretopola okitila gnijezdom. Poplars dressed up with a nest.Medaljoni života Medallions of life.


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Dragan J. Ristić, Niš, Srbija

прекрасан лист a beautiful leafлелуја тамо амо – swaying to and froпада у блато falls in the mud

дуг болнички дан – long hospital day -друштво ми прави само only a spider on the ceilingпаук на плафону keeps me company

нека пчела a beeналази нешто finds somethingна мојој коси on my hair

сунчан јесењи дан – sunny autumn day –изненада се сетих suddenly rememberingпрвог школског дана the first school day

први цвет вишње – first cherry blossom –у болничком кругу on the hospital groundsи не примећен is not at all observed

Prevod: Dragan J Ristić

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Alenka Zorman, Ljubljana, Slovenija

pomladno sonce spring sunshinein sosedov zbiralnik and a neighbour’s collectorslepita oči dazzle my eyes

pustne norčije shrove anticsdivji veter oblečen strong wind dressedv zeleno rjuho in the green sheet

pot k pokopališču way to the cemeteryjablana polna an apple tree full ofneobranih plodov unpicked fruits

lipe brez listov leafless linden treesna koncu drevoreda at the end of promenadezelen semafor green traffic light

pomrznjen pločnik frosted sidewalkregrat in marjetica a dandelion and daisyvztrajata v cvetu persist in bloom

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Teodora Toda Matić, Sydney, Australija

Usamljena bez Alone, bereftLjubavnika tuguje Of a lover, a park benchKlupa u parku. Laments.

Osećam te kroz I hear youMoju krv žuboriš ti In my blood murmuring,Lepoto moja. My fair one.

Tužno te srce A grieving heartTraži kroz ključaonicu Is seeking youNebeskih vrata. Behind the heaven’s gate.


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Milena Mršić, Ivanić Grad, Hrvatska

zalazak sunca sunset – the pickers songpjesmom berača bruje soars above hand pickedobrani vinogradi vineyards

jato čvoraka a flock of starlingszacrnilo nebo blackened the sky –gozba pred put a feast before departure

kasna jesen late autumnvinogradima ostale vineyards in the companycrne vrane of black crows

uzorila trešnja ripened cherriesjato ptica uživa, delightful feast for the birds, djeca otišla children gone

dani blagdana holidays . . .orahnjača na stolu walnut cake on the tablemravi pod stolom ants under the table

Translated by Đurđa Vukelić Rožić

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Ani Stojkova Ivanova, Plovdiv, Bugarska

оголела шума bare forestтужно дрвеће рони mournful trees weepсузе листопадне sad leaves

зрикавац зриче singing cricket inу летноj ноћи хвалу a summer night’s memoryза жито зрело blossomed wheat fields

шарене краве black and white cowsпегаве шеталице moving spotsкроз голо жбуње along a bear bush

снежне су чипке snowy coveringпокривач драгог Бога god’s shieldза хлебну сетву for crop yield

сребрно перо letter from an angelслетело крај прозора downy feather fliesписмо анђела near the window

Sa bugarskog na engelski prevela Lilia TAMAMDZHIEVA

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Sonja Buljević Buje, Hrvatska

Zalazak sunca. Sunset. Crveni sjaj rastapa The red glow is dissolvingse u vodi. in water.

Zvijezde nad gradom. Stars over the city.Kapljice boje Drops of colourna nebu. in the sky.

Preko plavetnila Over the bluenessproklizio usamljeni a lonely cloudoblak. has slipped

Sunce boje Peached-coloured sunbreskve polako klizi slowly glidesprema obzoru. to the horizon.

Plavo nebo tamni Blue sky darkenshladi se vreli Hot summer dayljetni dan. gets cooler.

Prijevod/ Translated by Filomena Škare, prof.

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Čedo Kovačević, Beograd, Srbija

Tanane niti, Precious are the yarns,Ispredam svakodnevno, I keep spinning day by day,To je moj život. That is my life.

S izlaskom Sunca, With the Sun rising,Raspukli šipak primi: Bursting pomegranate welcomes:Pčelu u goste. A bee as its guest.

U hladu smokve, In a fig tree shade,Adam i Eva grizu: Adam and Eve take a biteSočnu jabuku. Of a juicy apple.

Umorno Sunce The Sun exhaustedUroni u pučinu, Dives into the open sea,Preplavi nas mrak. Darkness swoops over us.

Pod strehom visi, Under the eaves hangs,Napuklo gnezdo laste, A broken nest of swallows:Ptići pijuču. Nestlings chirping on.

Prevod/Translated by Ivanka Radmanović

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Marina Kasalo, Livno, B i H

Konjić se njiše,na prozoru trag prstića- a gdje sam to sad?

A swinging horse,a trace of tiny fingers on the window panebut where am I now?

Bjeloglavi suppera razdvaja zrakom,- gle, biljeg sjaji!

Griffon Vultureseparating its feathers by the air,- look, landmark shines!

Olujno moreizbaci čamac na žal- oh stara vesla!

Stormy seatrows-out boat at a coast- ah, old paddles!

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Marela Jerkić Jakovljević, Mostar, BIH

Iza mjeseca The stars appearnaziru se zvijezde behind the Moontišina noći silence of the night

Svoje lice je Its faceumivao radostan the moon washed merrilysretan u moru in the sea

Sve je ni crno Not everything is blacksve je mimo razuma everything is beyond reasonsve je i nije all exists and does not exist

Kad kad od nekud Every time when westižemo vraćamo se arrive from somewhere we returnskupljamo trešnje harvesting cherries

Koračam sa mnom Stepping with myselfmoje godine srodne my years akindan po dan kao san day after day as if a dream

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Zdravka Meštrović, Rijeka, Hrvatska

Tišina neba Silence of the skygrad ledom okovan the town chained by iceu tišini spava sleeping quietly

List zeleni A green leafjezero se ne vidi I cannot see the lakelopoči plove drifting water lilies

Pad kroz prste Crumbled if falls ruke prolazi mrvi among fingers of my hand pjesak mekan this soft sand

Huk huke huči Roaring . . .stabla naginju se the trees bendvjetrine huk in the wind

Ljulja trese se Swaying and tremblingfijuče huči zrakom it whistles in the roaring airna mostu bura the Bora on the bridge

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Biserka Vuković, Lovren, Hrvatska

Otpali list get the listSe vratio grani retimed the branchesLeptir butterfly

Verdan Grubelić - Rijeka, Hrvatska

tanka kora thin crustled zagrlio brezu – ice hugged a birch treenovi list papira a new sheet of paper

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Silvija Butković, Đakovo, Hrvatska

LUDILO VJETRARASPUSTILO ŽUTE KOSEJESENSKOM JUTRU.

MADNESS OF WINDLET THE YELLOW HAIROF THE AUTUMN MORNING.

2.NA VRHU PERAZBOG TREŠNJINA CVIJETAROĐEN HAIKU.

ON THE TOP OF PENBECAUSE OF A CHERRY BLOSSOMA HAIKU WAS BORN.

3.NA POTOKU SRNA.ZBOG ŽEĐI ZAUSTAVILAUTRKU S VJETROM.

A DOE NEXT TO STREAM.DUE TO THIRST STOPPEDTHE RACE WITH WIND.

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4.OLUJA NA MORU.SVJETIONIK ZAGRLIOUPLAŠENI BROD.

STORMY SEA.LIGHTHOUSE HAS EMBRACEFRIGHTENED SHIP.

5.MOLITVA VJETRU.DJEČAK PUŠTA ZMAJAPOD OBLAKE.

PRAY TO A WIND.THE BOY RELASE A KITEUNDER THE CLOUDS.

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Slavka Klikovac, Golubovci, Crna Gora

jezerska površ - lake surface –čamdžija veslom muti boatman with the oarssvoj lik u vodi. obscures his water face

prvi sunčev zrak first sunbeamu jezersku trsku in the lake reeds–roda za njim. a white stork follows it

šišarka bora a pineconebućnu u mirnoj vodi- fell into a calm water –razbi pun mjesec. a smashed full moon.

cvjetić iz ruke a flower falls downispusti djevojčica- from the girl’s hand –rijeka procvjeta. the river is flourishing.

sjenke breze – birch tree’s shade –na tvom licu ljubim on your face I lovei sunčev zrak. even the sunbeam


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Olga Mančić Lodika, Paraćin, Srbija

Okićena zlatom Adorned withNa devojačke uši The Moon is hookedZakačen Mesec. At maiden ears

Svečana povorka The pageantVirimo kroz prozor I peek through the windowMesec i ja… the moon, and I...

Ništa ne reče He says nothingsamo nas pogledom umi He only wash usmonah na putu. A monk on the road.

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JEVREM HAJDUKOVIĆ (1923 – 2013)

HHajduković Jevrem je rođen u selu Podgor kod Cetinja1923. godine. Školovao se u Kotoru i na rodnom Ce-tinju, gdje je diplomirao na Višoj pedagoškoj školi.

Bio je osnivač škola, učitelj, potom nastavnik a onda i pomoć-nik direktora i direktor škole. Pisao je savremenu i haiku poe-ziju. Zastupljen je u antologiji haiku poezije u Crnoj Gori, uzbornicima haiku festivala u Odžacima (Srbija) i međunarod-nom haiku festivalu u Novom Sadu i leksikonu srpskog haikupjesništva u Ediciji Trešnjev list. Zastupljen je u antologijamahaiku poezije: ODJEK MEĐU USNAMA - Haiku antologija2008 priredio - Dejan Bogojević. Takođe je zastupljen i u an-tologiji svjetske haiku poezije i monografiji Haiku udruženjaSrbije i Crne Gore (1999-2009). Haiku pjesme na ruski jezikprevodio mu je Aleksandar Ševo. Takođe je prevođen i naengleski i albanski jezik. Dobitnik je Nagrade za zaslugu (Meritaward) na 14-om Ito En Oh-i, Ocha u Japanu, za haiku naengleskom jeziku. Pjesme je objavljivao u podgoričkom knji-ževnom listu za djecu Osmijeh, u dnevnom listu Pobjeda,Prosvjetni rad kao i u književnim novinama Svitak, časopisuza haiku Paun i listu za dječju književnost Momčilo. Za-stu-pljen je u izboru poezije posvećene Branku Miljkoviću, Ga-laksija Miljković (2001), pjesmom Duga o vratu, kao i u Sa-vremena Crnogorska književnost za djecu i mlade.

Dobitnik je književne nagrade Lirski pečat za književnirad koji sadržajno, književnim i umjetničkim vrijednostimapodstiče etičke i trajne vrijednosti u ljudskom životu i njegujecrnogorsku književnost.

Objavio je zbirke pjesama: Sutjeska (1977), Grad kojimhoda sunce (1995), Zvuk plave violine (2001), Orlov krš (2005),

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Pod nebeskim oltarom (2011), Prasak zore (2012) i haiku zbir-ke: Hram od cvjetova (2004), Dok mudrac ćuti (2006), Zvono(2008).

Bio je član Haiku udruženja Srbije i Crne Gore i Udru-ženja književnika Crne Gore. Preminuo, godine u Ulcinju.

*Hajduković Jevrem was born in the village Podgor near

Cetinje in 1923. He was educated in Kotor and Cetinje,Montenegro, where he graduated from the Higher PedagogicalSchool. He was the founder of a number of schools, teacher,professor, an assistant of the school warden and the schoolwarden himself. He wrote modern poetry and haiku. He wasrepresented in an anthology of haiku poetry in Montenegro, ina number of joint collections concerning haiku festivals inOdžaci (Serbia) and an International Haiku Festival in NoviSad. His work was included in a lexicon of Serbian haiku poe-try in the edition „Cherry’s Leaf”. His haiku was published inODJEK MEĐU USNAMA (An Echo Between the Lips), Haikuanthology 2008, edited by Dejan Bogojević and an anthologyof world haiku poetry and a monograph by the Haiku Asso-ciation of Serbia and Montenegro (1999-2009).

His work was translated into English and Albanian andAleksandar Ševo translated it into Russian. His haiku receivedan Merit Award at the 14th Itoen Oh-i Ocha, New Haiku Con-test in Japan for haiku in English.

He published his poems in the literary magazine Osmijeh(Podgorica), in the daily papers

Pobjeda and Prosvjetni rad, in the literary newspaperSvitak, the magazine for haiku Paun and the paper for chil-dren’s literature Momčilo. With his poem „Duga o vratu” (ARainbow Around My Neck) he was presented at the selection

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of poetry dedicated to the poet Branko Miljković, GalaksijaMiljković in 2001.

His poetry appeared in Savremena Crnogorska književ-nost za djecu i mlade (Modern Montenegrin literature for chil-dren and adults). He was the winner of the award „LirskiPečat” for his literary work which in its content, literary andartistic values promoted ethical and lasting values in humanlife, and nurtures Montenegrin literature. He published the fol-lowing poetry books: Sutjeska (1977), Grad kojim hoda sunce(Town With the Walking Sun), 1995; Zvuk plave violine (TheSound of a Blue Violin), 2001; Orlov krš (The Eagle’s Cliffs),2005; Pod nebeskim oltarom (Under the Heavenly Altar),2011; Prasak zore (The Crack of Dawn), 2012; and haiku col-lections: Hram od cvjetova (The Temple of Flowers), 2004;Dok mudrac ćuti (While the Saint is Still), 2006; Zvono (TheBell), 2008. He was a member of the Haiku Association ofSerbia and Montenegro and the Association of Writers ofMontenegro. .

He died on April 20, 2013 in Ulcinj, Montenegro.

*njišu se swayingna istoj grančici on the same boughcvijet i vjetar a flower and the wind

*proviruje zeleni a green budpupoljak dunje of quence peers –veseo san proljeća merry dream of the spring

*zvijezde the starsuspavane muzikom – lulled by the music –proljećnog neba of the spring sky

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*u predvečerje at dusksunce crvenim ključem the sun locks the dayzaključava dan with his red key

*glas galeba sound of a gullnestaje sa jesenjim disappears with the autumnalvjetrom na sprudu wind on the strand

*bez zavežljaja without a bundlelaste krenule the swallows startedna put their journey

*raste dječija radost children’s joy growsbrijeg okićen cvijećem – a hill adorned with flowers –ljeto, ah ljeto! summer, oh, summer!

* bacih udicu – I threw the hook –umjesto ribe instead of fishulovih mjesec cought the moon

* jesenji vjetar autumn windprije zore postrojava before dawn alignssvele travke faded grass blades

*leptir odjeven butterfly dressedkao cvijet like a flowernadlijeće vrt owerflying my garden

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*svakog trena each momentmore doliva radost the sea pours more joyu mojoj duši to my soul

*gle zore, gle – look at the sunrise –vjetar na terasi wind on the terraccelista novine leafing the newspaper

*i dok vjetar while the windotresa zrele trešnje shakes ripe cherriespauk plete mrežu a spider weaves its web

*drhti nebo – a trembling sky –spušteno more the sea loweredu naše sjenke into our shades

*kaplju suze drippping tearssa tri cvijeta from three flowersna majčin grob onto my mother’s grave

*pucketa badnjak crackling logsna ognjištu – in the fireplace −razigrale se iskre playful sparks

*poljubi sunce the sun kissesnapuklu stijenu a cracked cliffu jesenji suton autumn sunset

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*zagluši me deafening meorkestar zrikavaca – this crickets’ orchestra –nepotrebna ulaznica no entry tickets needed

*dan tmuran – a cloudy day –po sto puta se nebo hundreds of times the skysvlači i oblači dresses and undresses

*i poslednji and the lastlist jabuke leaf from the apple treepođe s vjetrom gone with the wind

jesenji vjetar autumn windpodiže šalče raising a scarfi ode dalje and goes along

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