do not forget
that in the thicket are
This reminds me of that quote about roses. I used to share quotes on Friday.
I don’t know how I let myself get out of order – but here is another of my favorites from the 200’s. Basho wrote 1,012 haiku. I am sharing my favorites on Thursdays.
don’t be like me
even though we’re like the melon
split in two
Supposedly Basho had children. I wonder if he wrote this for his son or another family member, or someone he thought was his soulmate? I think this could explain how we feel when we see our children make the same mistakes that we did.
again I’ll lean on
Yeah, so not looking forward to the winter blues. Spring is my favorite holiday.
sleep on a journey
then you will understand my poem
Yes. Travel, even local travel will reveal so much to you. PS this is a cellphone picture. The app has gotten better about letting me use pictures from my cell and then editing from the desktop.
in the middle of a field
with nothing to cling to
a skylark sings
What a neat visual. The birds have to trust their wings.
walking around the pond
I really like this one. Who hasn’t tossed and turned and felt like they’ve walked for miles instead of laying in bed?
falling to the ground
a flower closer to the root
This was written when Basho was mourning the death of priest Tando.
from deep in the peony’s stamens
a bee crawls out
a reluctant parting
This week’s poem from Basho is about not wanting to leave his friend’s house and travel on. He enjoyed traveling, but there were places he wished he could have stayed longer. Isn’t that the way with all travelers? They are so many more places left to go, but good friends and cool places must be left behind to see new places.
it gives me an idea
for a poem
Basho took most of his inspiration from nature. I try to always use nature when writing a haiku, but I use nature in many of my poems, no matter what form they are. How often does nature show up in your poems?
on a mountain path
where something might charm you
a wild violet
I hope to keep up on these posts as well and for there not to be any missed weeks. I have my own haiku scheduled to post on Monday. What haiku poets do you like?
buying a cookie
even the ferns are withered
at a rest stop
I think this poem is so cute. I can just imagine Basho munching on a cookie and looking at his surroundings as he rests at an ancient rest stop. Keep in mind that this was written between 1684-88.
Forget Me Not flower
Here is what is the most read and well-known of Matsuo Basho’s haiku poems.
a frog jumps into
the sound of water
I didn’t have a picture of a frog in a pond.