Basho Buying a Cookie

#221
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.

bloom of foget me not flower,blue star flower,

Forget Me Not flower

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Pale Haiku

tulips,yellow flowers,collection of flowers,

pale woman
bottled up emotions
flowers in a bottle

6-16-18

 

So I have been trying to release all of these pent-up emotions since April. I have been writing every single week and painting a little too. I try to do something creative every day, whether I am writing a poem, writing a blog post, editing my writing, painting, or researching tips on painting or writing, or fixing my creative space in my home. I also try to do things that help with inspiration like take walks, exercise, read books, and watch Youtube tutorials.

If you follow me on Instagram you will see that I bought “real” art supplies.  I bought oil paints, an easel, and other stuff. I also shared some of my sketches. You might also see that I have had blemishes on my face – that is from stress and a bad diet. I am doing the Ketogenic Diet again so that will help a little bit. I don’t do a whole lot of selfies on Insta, but I try to do 1 at least once a month because they somehow get the most likes.

What do you do to de-stress?

Drought Haiku

dead grass,dried up yard,bad drought,drought of 2012,

wishing on clouds

in the shadow of a drought

deep summer

  6-16-18
After going through a drought of barely writing I am now pouring out poetry. I will try to schedule some to post throughout this month. Stay tuned! Follow me, there are multiple ways on multiple sites to keep up with me, just check my About Me page to find all of the links.

Sunlight on a Haiku

morning sunlight
water cup on my nightstand
I get another day

 

1-13-2018

 

There is a Twitter account called Written River and a hashtag for #WrittenRiver. I follow both. Here is one of my latest haiku written for a prompt. I often write my poetry and think about it for a month or so before I post it. People have been encouraging me to submit my creations again. That is a game I played for 2 years and it was exhausting. I don’t know that I want to do that again.

morning sun,sun on the way to work,yellow sun,

Basho in the Pond

Here is what is the most read and well-known of Matsuo Basho’s haiku poems.

#152

old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water

herd of elk,elk in a lake,elk in a pond,

I didn’t have a picture of a frog in a pond.

Dead Flower Haiku

excuse number five
because I never stop hoping
watering dead flowers

3-6-18

I hope you are enjoying this week of haiku. Leave me a comment if you are!

dead moss in planter,dead flower in pot,

Street Haiku

September sunrise
cat catches a cricket
the life on our street

 

9-12-17

What does life look like on your street? Do you photograph it? Do you paint it, or sing about it? I write about it.

sun rising,morning sun,our street,the sunrise,

Basho in Darkness

#137
folly in darkness
grasping a thorn
instead of a firefly

 

I think we have all had this experience. Use the share button to share the master poet’s work.

supermoon rising,big moon,full moon,

 

The Wild Goose by Basho

#53

separated by clouds
the wild goose lives apart for a while
from his friend

goose on a lake,goose resting,goose cleaning itself,canadian goose,

 

Basho Burst Thursday

  #29

spring winds

hoping the flowers burst

out in laughter

 

It is so interesting to see that poets and writers who lived centuries before I did felt the same way about things. I take this poem as he is waiting to see the bright flowers of spring. Spring is my favorite season. If you followed along when I posted Emily Dickinson’s poetry you will know that I love her because I loved the way she looked at things.

Also – I have owned this book for around 4 years but I haven’t posted his poetry because as I said in the last Emily Dickinson post that I made it is time-consuming to post another poet’s work because you have to be sure to attach the proper tags and to triple check that you got the wording right. Since Basho’s poetry is short, he is an easy poet to share. It took me over a year to share Dickinson’s poems. It won’t take me that long to share Basho, but do follow me by email if you have never read them (so that you don’t miss any). He is revered for a reason!

daisy weeds

 

Basho’s Regret

Basho’s 27th poem can be interpreted in 2 ways. I wonder what he really meant? I wonder if it’s hard to tell exactly which words he meant to use, as haiku are supposed to have 2 or more meanings to them. Leave me your thoughts below.

  #27
flower buds
it’s my regret I can’t open
my bag of poems
  or
flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag

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Haiku up the Mountain

the mountain I thought
I could never climb up
my old pair of jeans fit
  1-13-2018

 

I wrote this poem at the beginning of the year for an #inkMine prompt. I have lost 22 pounds on the Ketogenic Diet. I am going off of it for the summer. I will go back on it when I send the boys off to school in August because I am not down to the weight where I want to be, but I am in shape and healthier than I have been in 3+ years.

dusk,sun setting,pink sky,orange sky, cloudy sunset,