July 15, 2014
prompt blowing in the wind – seeds leaves and pollen (Gary)
Bob Dylan wrote in his iconic song,
” The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.´
It is, friend – only in our case is with blowing with
thistle and dandelion seeds, leaves, feathers, pollen
and even dust.
Some of what blow’s in the wind is bothersome
to a great many (dandelions and dust) –
but some of us it’s part of the great cycle.
Dust doesn’t blow through Phoenix
because the city is located in a dust bowl –
but because we changed the ecosystem
to allow the storms we see today.
Some is pleasing –
the sound of migrating geese,
drops of surf on an ocean breeze.
What blows in your winds?
What is pleasant?
What will blow through your tanka?
(A kiss from the girl on the other end of the teeter totter.)
The answer, my friend…
MY RESPONSE TO THE PROMPT
There is the old saying, I know. “the grass is greener…”
it is an interesting one,
and sometimes literally true,
as well as metaphorically,
and can have to do with appearances and perceptions
as well as “reality” of course.
We ambled on the Ambler grounds here,
around the Wilson house,
and came to a place where the grass was distinctly greener,
in a small valley where water must have been.
It reminded me that from the air,
flying into Philadelphia,
I noticed shades of green
that seemed to come from my Northeast childhood,
and my “forest heart” responded.
Where have you felt,
or seen a greener green,
and how does it,
how has it affected you?
Autumn Frost from blogsite
Today I love to share a, not so well known, haiku by (my master) Matsuo Basho
in which we can read and see how ancient Japanese honored their parents.
As they did honor their parents we see nowadays
more dis-honor for parents or likewise parents for their kids.
melting in the heat of tears
life passes -
in the early sunlight
the ripe melts
frost on the branches
melts in the early sunlight
© Chèvrefeuille (2012)
my hair turned grey
as if it was the frost
on bare branches
thrown into the old pond
in an eye blink it’s gone
© Chèvrefeuille (2012)
.(c) Saradunn 2013 Full moon over Downeast Maine, USA
Kaga no Chiyo, considered one of the foremost women haiku poets, began writing at the age of seven. She studied under two haiku masters who had themselves apprenticed with the great poet, Basho….
In 1755, Chiyo became a Buddhist nun –
not, she said, in order to renounce the world,
but as a way ‘to teach her heart to be like the clear water which flows night and day’.
From that moment on she is known as Chiyo-Ni (Ni means nun).
|Credits: Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775)|
Chiyo-Ni is known for her wonderful Morning Glorie’s haiku, but today we don’t have a haiku on Morning Glories by her. We have another haiku written by her, not so wellknown I think, but a strong one. It’s an autumn haiku.
meigetsu ya ittemo ittemo yoso no sora
autumn’s bright moon,
however far I walked, still afar off
in an unknown sky
In this haiku there is a feeling of separateness here which is not to be denied. The poetess realizes that she and the moon are two different entities, in a different sky, in a different world….
at the mountain top
it looks like I am bigger than the moon
in her first quarter
My inspired response:
same moon shines bright
far away city and home
over the moon and back
(c) 6/2013 Saradunn… Purple lupine
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.
the long clusters of wisteria
that move like waves
my pain will end yet
in the little garden
I had them plant
seeds of autumn flowers
the birch found its leaves –
my grief in green
Queen Anne’s Lace and chicory
in their swirling dance –
how the autumn-brown stalks
make me dream of summer
.coronapumpkinfarm.com Bee on Cantaloupe Blossom
Today our second haiku by Yosa Buson. Buson
Buson had the honor to illustrate the first paper publication
In an earlier post at CDHK we had haiku about ”melon-flowers”
and the haiku by Buson which I love to share here is also on ”melons”.
adabana wa ame ni utarete uri batake
are beaten by the rain
in the melon fields
© Buson (Tr. by Thomas McAuley)
A beautiful haiku I think …
well I hope it will inspire you to write haiku.
Here is my attempt to write a haiku in the spirit of Buson.
every where I look
the yellow flowers of melons
after a sunny day
My response to the prompt:
long dry summer days and nights
thirsty for rain