filtered sunlight

filtered sunlight
a butterfly’s nap
on my arm

Gin Suan Tung
1st Place, aha Haiku/Senryu Contest 2015
(Annual Hortensia Andersen Memorial Award)
Read the haiku contest judge’s lovely commentary here 

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ညဟာ ရထားဆီဆိုက္မယ့္

ဘူတာလို တေရြ႕ေရြ႕ ေရႊ႕လ်ားလာတယ္

ညဟာ အနက္ေရာင္ဂါ၀န္၀တ္ဆင္ၿပီး

အခန္းထဲ တိုး ၀င္လာတယ္

ညဟာ ညထက္ ပိုၿပီး ေမွာင္မည္းလာတယ္

ၿပီးေတာ့….မ်က္လံုးၿပဴးၿပဴး ၿမိဳ႕ၿပတစ္ခုကို

ေမြးဖြားေပးလိုက္တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ တစ္စံုတစ္ေယာက္ဟာ ဧရာ၀တီၿမစ္ကို ခ်စ္ေရးဆိုခဲ့တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ အေမအိုတစ္ေယာက္ဟာ အိုဗာေဆးဖုန္း ထိုင္ေစာင့္ေနတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ စာငွက္ကေလးေတြ အိမ္ၿပန္ ေနာက္က်ခဲ့ႀကတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ လမ္းေတြ၊ လမ္းမႀကီးေတြ အဆက္မၿပတ္ (ေၿပးၿမဲ) ေၿပးဆြဲေနႀကတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ အဘြားအိုုရဲ႕ ညအိပ္ပံုၿပင္တစ္ပုဒ္ဟာ အဆံုးသတ္သြားခဲ့တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ လူအုပ္တစ္စုဟာ နယ္ေစာင့္စခန္းတစ္ခုကိုစီတန္း ၿဖတ္ေက်ာ္ေနႀကတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ ကြဲၿပတ္ေနတဲ့ စံနစ္ေတြကို အသံ အကြဲအစေတြနဲ႔ ဖာေထးၿပဳၿပင္ေနႀကတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ ၿမိဳ႕ၿပတစ္ခုလံုးဟာ ေအာ္သံေတြ၊ ေခၚသံေတြ၊ အခ်က္ေပး ဥႀသသံေတြနဲ႔ ဆူညံသြားခဲ့တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ မၿမင္နိုင္တဲ့တံတိုင္းတစ္ခုအတြင္း ကိုယ္စီပါလာတဲ့ ဓါးေၿမွာင္ေတြနဲ႔ ထိုးစိုက္ၿဖိဳခြဲေနႀကတယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ နံရံေပၚဗန္ဂိုးပန္းခ်ီကားထဲက လိေမၼာ္ေရာင္တစ္ကြက္ဟာ မိွန္က်ခဲ့တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ နွင္းရည္စိုေနတဲ့ သစ္ကိုင္းေပၚက မယ္လိုဒီတစ္လံုးဟာ ေႀကြက်….တုန္ခါသြားခဲ့တယ္

အဲဒီညမွာ…

အဲဒီညမွာ…

(ေနာက္….)

ညဟာ ေၿခ လက္ေတြကို ဆန္႔

သမ္းေ၀ၿပီး

ေန႔သစ္ကို ႀကိဳဆိုဖို႔ ဟန္ၿပင္ေနခ်ိန္….

နံနက္ခင္းကေတာ့ ကပြဲခန္းမထဲက ဘဲေလးအကသမအလား

အၿဖဴေရာင္အက်ီသစ္ကို ၀တ္

ရႊင္ပ်တဲ့ မ်က္နွာထားေလးနဲ႔….

ကိုိုယ့္ရဲ႕ ရွည္လ်ားတဲ့ အိပ္မက္ထဲက လက္ကမ္း….ေခၚနိုးလို႔။

Gin Suan Tung

(October 2014)

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ငါ႔ကို သတိရတယ္ဆိုရင္

ခဏေလာက္

ေ၀းကြာေနရတဲ့ အခ်ိန္ေလးေတြမွာ

အတူရွိေနရသလို ခံစားမႈေတြကို ေပးတဲ့

ေခတ္မီနည္းပညာေတြကို ေက်းဇူးတင္လိုက္မိတယ္။

ငါ အေ၀းကို ေရာက္လို႔

မင္းတစ္ေယာက္တည္း အထီးက်န္ခံစားမိတဲ့ အခါ

ငါ႔ရဲ႕ ေထြးပိုက္ယုယမႈေတြ၊ ႀကင္နာမႈအနမ္းေတြ

(မင္း) ရည္မွန္း တမ္းတ သတိရတယ္ဆိုရင္….

ငါဟာ မင္းရဲ႕စိတ္ကူးယဥ္ထဲက

မင္း စိတ္ႀကိဳက္ ေရးေဖာ္လိုက္တဲ့ အေတြးတစ္ခု။

ငါဟာ မင္းရဲ႕အိပ္မက္ေတြ ထဲက

ႀကည္နူး လြမ္း ဆြတ္မႈေတြကို ေပးတဲ့ ေတးကဗ်ာတစ္ပုဒ္။

ငါဟာ မင္းရဲ႕အခန္းၿပဴတင္းကေန တေရးေရး၊

တစိမ့္စိမ့္ ႀကည့္ေနတတ္တဲ့ လေရာင္။

ငါဟာ ေဆာင္းညဥ့္နက္ေတြမွာ မင္းကိုအေဖာ္ၿပဳဖို႔အေၿပးေရာက္လာတဲ့ ႀကယ္တံခြန္။

ငါဟာ ေႏြေန႔ရက္ေတြမွာ အခ်စ္ရနံ႔ေတြကို

ယူ ေဆာင္လာေပးတဲ့ အနမ္းၿပည့္ေလညင္းကေလး။

ငါဟာ မင္းရဲ႕အလြမ္းအေဆြးေတြကို ေၿဖ ေဖ်ာက္ေပးတဲ့မိုးစက္ကေလးေတြ။

ငါဟာ ရင္ခုန္စရာ အမွတ္တရေတြနဲ႔ စီၿခယ္ထားတဲ့ နံရံပန္းခ်ီကားတစ္ခ်ပ္။

ငါဟာ မင္း တည္ေဆာက္မယ့္ ဘ၀အိမ္ကေလးထဲမွာ

ကတိ၊ သစၥာ၊ ခ်စ္ၿခင္းေမတၱာ၊ ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ၿခင္းေတြနဲ႔

ထာ၀ရရွိေနမယ့္ တည္ရွိၿခင္းအေႀကာင္းေပါ႔ကြာ။

Gin Suan Tung

YoYarLay http://yoyarlay.com/book/book/poem/40365-2014-03-22-10-46-53.html

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fluttering breeze

fluttering breeze
i open the curtain to
wet petals

Gin Suan Tung

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chasing the sun

chasing the sun
on the margin of the coast
a survey dog

Gin Suan Tung, Third Prize
The 19th “Kusamakura” Haiku Competition 2014, Japan
http://kusamakura-haiku.jp/index_e.html

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west wind

west wind
caressing the trees & me
your fleeting kiss

Gin Suan Tung, Honorable Mention
The 17th Mainichi Haiku Contest 2013, Japan
http://mainichi.jp/english/english/features/haiku/etc/archive/contest2013.html

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evening walk

an evening walk
the sounds of cuckoos
—no more

Gin Suan Tung
Second Prize, Honorable Mention, DIOGEN Summer Haiku Contest 2013
DIOGEN pro Culture Magazine, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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Daddy (In Memoriam)

Daddy.
Time and chances
separated us.

Our family’s woes
and the funeral blues—
written messages in the air,
and scribbled alphabets on the stone—
“R. I. P.” Rest in Peace, they read.

Life is so fragile.
Unpredictable, indeed!

Forgive me, father,
If I come home late.
To see your face glowing
To hear your voice tendering
For the journey is long and rough,
And time and spaces separated us.

But I will see you often
when the long winter has gone
and the frozen mist drifted away.

I will hear you say
prayer
In the silence of night,
In the dark and cold midnight.
(You will ask for God’s mercy).

I will see you go
out
Early in the morning,
To work for family’s supplies,
To search for our future light.
(Our family will be safe).

I will see you come
home
In the time of grey light,
In the hour of my little
brothers and sisters.
(You will play together with them).

Or sometimes I will burst out
laughing,
When I see you all flustered
Because you saw those
Little pink or blue letters
That are in my schoolbag,
That some pretty little girls
Put in it, (I think),
For the Valentine’s Day.

(Moments are our treasure,
So are memories).

I will see you often, father,
So forgive me
If I come home late.

(Our words are our prayers,
Our prayers are our promises,
And our promises are our remembrance).

But life is so fragile;
And unpredictable, indeed!

Time and chances separated us.

Gin Suan Tung
(2013)

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Time is a bullet-train

Time is a bullet-train
traveling in space continuum
—speeding and rushing forward,
but never to come back.
All that remains on the tracks?
Remains.
Some call it “His-t’ry”;
others call it “M-e-m-‘ry.”

Gin Suan Tung
(Oct/24, 2014)

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God is a Perfect Poet

Ecclesiastes 3:11

God is a perfect poet
He sets the universe before the eyes
of men, and puts
eternity in the depth of their hearts

Gin Suan Tung
(2013)

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