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The Haiku with Images Club

I am the president and only member of the "Haiku with Images Club," but for some reason, not a single person has joined since I started this activity.

I wonder why.
Whenever I have the chance to insert an image, I write quite a few, but it just won't catch on.

Thanks to that, I would like to deeply apologize for the fact that today's auspicious

1st Haiku with Images Critique Session

is being held with only my own works.

It's not that I don't have any material.
That is absolutely not the case.
No matter what anyone says, it's not.
Material is only hard to find because you say you "don't have any."

Furthermore, this critique is self-selected and self-reviewed, so there is a possibility that it will leave all of you reading it completely behind.
Of course, I would be happy if you read it, but since there is a very high probability that you will be left speechless after doing so, feel free to close the tab immediately.
There is no need for you to spend your valuable time on desperate comments or the like, so I ask for your understanding once again.

Let's get started.
Entry No. 1 from [Surely we will meet again] - 2 pieces

So very lush and full, four years ago

This is a memorial article for a monkey tree that withered away before I knew it.
I was fully intending to revive it, but the result was, regrettably, that I had to let it go.
It is a masterpiece that reminisces about the adorable appearance of the monkey tree before it turned into Yamata no Orochi.

Believing in the miracle of rebirth, I cut it into pieces

I wrote about the tightrope-walking state of mind I felt when I took the plunge and split it into three, hoping that roots would grow from somewhere.
Even though it was practically a corpse at this point, you can see the strong heart that refuses to give up no matter what.


Entry No. 2 from [Too little, too late] - 1 piece

Hope always arrives as a set with misfortune

By placing it next to the monkey tree image, my reuse of the "Ta-da!" effect was exposed. I'm such a clumsy Mokobee.
In this article, too, the clumsy Mokobee was clumsy, cursing my own clumsiness while also mentioning hope, packing the thin line between a curse and hope into 18 characters (with extra syllables).


Entry No. 3 from [One of two - Making a pendant edition -] - 3 pieces

Mount Fuji, pushing through with nothing but atmosphere

I am making something for a change. However, you can feel the strong will to push through the lack of technical skill with nothing but atmosphere.
I think it is a masterpiece very typical of me, pursuing only how to obscure my lack of skill by using the excuse of having no time.


Failing, not turning it into learning, and repeating it

This is a haiku that acknowledges myself for repeating the same mistakes over and over again, even though I fail every time with the technique called soldering.
That's fine. It's fine just the way it is. Such kindness seems to overflow from the 5-7-5 structure.


Stop right there, muting the voice of your heart.

I expressed the voice of someone contemplating whether to make additional parts despite having no time.
I really should have stopped. I should have turned the volume up on that warning.


Entry No. 4 from 【Is There Love There? - The Pendant Gift Edition -】: 1 piece

I turn a blind eye to revisions, using time as my excuse.

This is a haiku about the heartache of wanting to make corrections to a pendant I'd somehow finished, just before shipping it to the recipient.
Of course, I have no intention of actually fixing it now, but putting on a show of it is the mark of a mature adult.
If you can sense that sophisticated side of me, you can say you've fully savored this haiku.


Entry No. 5 from 【I Painted Slime and 39,000 People Watched, So I Bought a Case】: 1 piece

A smirk, as if to say I cut corners halfway through.

It seems I cut corners on the slime painting halfway through as well.
The slime I painted mocks me, cursed as I am to never master my craft. A very surreal and nihilistic haiku.
If you read this haiku, the slime, which looks like it's about to say 'there is no meaning in what you do,' starts to look like Osamu Dazai.


Entry No. 6 from 【NOTE Gets Interesting After You Run Out of Things to Write】: 2 pieces

Though I am alone, my son's chatter fills the room for two.

This haiku overflows with the desire for someone to listen to my complaints about a son who talks so much I forget he's an only child.
No one listened.

If the wind speed is 5.5, it's a big win.

As I wrote this, the sense of being lost—wondering if it would have been better to win or better not to—comes through clearly.
If I had won big, this haiku wouldn't have been born, and considering it might have been left out of the selection, perhaps it was better not to win.

Entry No. 7 from 【Plants and Me】: 2 pieces

Take care of me, the parched soil is saying.

If I recall correctly, it was around these articles that, very rarely, I started to see people mentioning the haiku.
There is no other masterpiece that expresses the cry of a plant so well. It's bone-dry.
Because I planted them late, these tulips didn't bloom this year after all.

Given this background, you can almost hear the heart-wrenching cry of this bulb right now.


With soil and water, somehow things will work out

These are the tough ones that have already adapted to my care. It seems they managed somehow.
It is a haiku that makes you feel a sense of resilience and composure, as if you could hear the background music of Mito Komon.


Entry No. 8 from [The Beauty of the Ordinary] - 1 point

I have no idea when it was in full bloom

Are there still more?
While I am happy that the first flower bloomed, I can sense the confusion regarding its subtle shape.
There are still more, so that is enough for now.

Entry No. 9 from [Tottori] - 1 point

So delicious, the flavor of the pear and the coldness
If only, just one thing, there was no sand

My feelings overflowed, so I wrote it in 5-7-5-7-7.
I wrote this with the feeling of, 'Oh dear, it was very gritty and delicious.'
Even gargling was useless.

Entry No. 10 from [I Wanted to Brag About My Bird] - 1 point

The ferocity of legs inherited since the Jurassic period
Was it my ancestor that was preyed upon?

A haiku that is worthy of the name, reflecting on ancient history.
I try to look at the letters, but my eyes are drawn to the fluff visible on the right edge of the image, so it is a misfortune that the haiku does not easily sink in.
It was entered while overcoming such a handicap.


Entry No. 11 from [Write About Insects, They Said] - 1 point

Will I eat it? Will I be eaten? A tug-of-war

Regarding this one, it is a memorable haiku for which I received a comment from a fellow 'ni-tomo' (insect friend) whom I follow mutually, which made me very happy.
I hoped this would act as a catalyst to increase membership all at once, but not a single person stepped forward.

Entry No. 12 from [Spilling Dreams at the End of the Back Alley] - 1 point

The stage of Kiyomizu is about four stories high

An intellectual haiku incorporating a bit of trivia.
If you look closely, the quality of the 'ba-ban' has also improved.
Personally, I felt like I had jumped from the 20th floor, so it captures well the moment my heart was moved by the fact that the stage of Kiyomizu was lower than I had imagined.

Entry No. 13 from [I want to.] - 1 point

Riri-riri-ri, riri-riri-riri-ri, revival

This is a haiku I'm quite fond of, but no one mentioned it.
I wonder how many times it has actually been revived. Will it even show up properly?
Though there are many mysteries, it captures the pointlessness of digging too deep quite well.

One entry from Entry No. 14 [Dear Shusho]

A party animal? Or perhaps the type who is plain at home?

A haiku that packs in the characteristics of hyalite, which looks like an ordinary rock unless you shine a UV light on it.
It is so accurate. I think it's a masterpiece that makes me fear my own talent.

What are you talking about?
Running out of ideas is what the haiku-writing club is about.
If I am able to continue this NOTE in the future, I would like to hold it periodically when I run out of ideas.

Of course, if someone were to say, 'I wrote this because Mokopen looked like it wanted a friend!', I wouldn't have anything to say to that, so I intend to continue my activities alone.

With that, I will conclude for today.


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