Also, as a supplementary prize this time, I have arbitrarily created an image based on your work, so please accept it if you'd like.
Supplementary prize: Noncha's Arbitrary Award Postcard Edition
(You can print it as a postcard after downloading. Lol)
Apricot-san
Summer willows say it's fine to complain a little
The carefree feeling of the summer willows seems to gently accept and brush off the complaints I let slip when I'm a bit tired. It helps me relax my shoulders when I've been pushing myself too hard. It's a gentle haiku that I want to read aloud, one that quietly stays by my side when I'm exhausted.
Nono-san
Scorching heat, bangs clinging to my forehead
When I saw the opening 'Bangs...', I wondered what kind of summer it would be. 'Clinging to my forehead.' Imagining that, I pictured the scene of someone sweating profusely, followed by the 'scorching heat.' I see, exactly! A hot, hot summer. It feels like I could blow away the heat with laughter. Thank you for this fun summer haiku.
Madoka Sasara / Haigo: Renge Katsura
I want you to tell me where to stand, Japanese iris
I fell in love with this haiku by Madoka Sasara at first sight. The hesitation and confusion within instability. Instead of just collapsing, you ask back, 'I want you to tell me.' The way the Japanese iris stands straight and tall seems to represent the core strength of the poet, which I found very beautiful. Thank you for this wonderful haiku.
Jinan Doto
Oh hydrangea, I believe in six-sevenths of you
Since the color of hydrangeas changes depending on the season, their flower language is said to be 'fickleness,' 'infidelity,' and 'impermanence.' Even if I think, 'I believe in you,' there is still some anxiety somewhere... That hesitant feeling is expressed in the words 'six-sevenths.' I thought this haiku was wonderful, with a sense of sadness, strength, and yet also weakness.
Hirokatsu Kikuchi
Is that the Sea of Tranquility on the moon? Wheat storm
Wheat ripens in early summer. A refreshing wind blows during the harvest season. 'Wheat storm' is a kigo for early summer. From here on is my own interpretation: there is a term called 'Ocean of Storms.' The Ocean of Storms is a lunar mare. Looking up at the moon in early summer, I see the lunar mare. Wheat, which was trampled firmly during the winter and grew sturdy, sways left and right without falling even when it bears heavy fruit. The sound of wheat ears. The beauty of the moon viewed while feeling the wind blowing through. Thank you for this beautiful, romantic, and lovely haiku.
Kacchi
I truly think your talent for using words, or rather letters, and various other things to create beauty and fun, and to entertain everyone, is amazing. Thank you as always. It reminded me of the fractal of the ice-covered trees from the Tsurukame Cup. It's cool. There is a bit too much ice, but it has been very hot lately, so it turned out this way. Thank you for this wonderful haiku.
That concludes the Noncha Award, chosen at my own discretion, with images as supplementary prizes😄 Next time, it will just be text, but I would like to introduce some haiku that I thought were good. Thank you for reading until the end.
Have a wonderful day today as well✨
[Related to the Tsurukame Cup]
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