a withering blast
the pain of a swelling
on a man’s face
Today’s haiku is about being punched in the face by a cold gust of wind. Sometimes the weather does feel like a being out to get you.
The prompt from Grayson Queen’s Somethingist Challenge for today is “something closed” and a fist is closed when it hits you. Also, I have been neglecting to share Basho this month and I need to get back to that, as I still have several favorites to share with you. I also have new haiku to share, so as National Blogging Month comes to an end, please keep following me as I will be blogging every week no matter what month it is.
drinking morning tea
the monk is quiet
as is the mum flower
Sometimes simple haiku is nice.
to hear the wild goose
is my reason to go
to the capital in autumn
Was this a political poem? It seems poets have always used poetry to express thoughts on their leaders.
goose and ducks
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?