Whip-poor-will’s call

quiet night

a lone whip-poor-will

calling your name

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quiet night

porch chimes ring

in the breeze

.

a lone whip-poor-will

rising from dead leaves

its song, an eerie cry

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calling your name

I shudder in my sleep

the forest quivers

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My troiku is based on a fusion haiku inspired by two of Basho’s haiku. This was the Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #33 challenge—to write a new haiku inspired by Basho’s (available at the above link) and then to write a troiku using each line of the new poem.

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Les Parapluies (Umbrellas)

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Photographic reproduction of oil painting by Renoir, 1886, in the public domain

an umbrella sky

scalloped curves of blue

my empty basket

open to the day

It may rain

on our ‘parapluies’

our shelters held in hands

to lift in summer winds

to paint a second heaven

fine brushes of a town

bustling in the open air

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A quadrille for dVerse’s Quadrille #57: Don’t rain on my parade!

Fusion haiku featuring Basho

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A discarded cicada shell (exoskeleton) posted on Pixabay by “skeeze”

In his ‘fusion’ or ‘crossroads’ haiku challenges Chevrefeuille takes two haiku and invites us to create a new one inspired by both.  His Heeding Haiku prompt for the week proposes a fusion of two Basho haiku translated by Jane Reichhold:

from a treetop

emptiness dropped down

in a cicada shell

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black forest

whatever you may say

a morning of snow

©️Basho (1644-1694), translated by Reichhold

I have written two haiku, each inspired by both of Basho’s poems.

late summer mayhem

shrill calls from the dark forest

lovers’ armour thrown

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in wooded shade

peace in another world

tangled mind unwinds

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Aokigahara forest in Yamanashi, Japan; photo by “ajari” of Japan, CCA 2.0 license

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Passing spring

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luscious spring blossoms

soon fall back to their roots

these tree leaves will last

offering summer shelter

as spring fades to a dream

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buds unfurl to leaves

marking the passage of spring

woodland flowers fade

while a fresh canopy grows

spring sparkles as memory

~

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The theme of  Frank’s Haikai Challenge #34 is ‘passing spring’

Spring cleaning

murky feelings in a hand-me-down shirt linger as last remnants…there but not there…silenced by practicality and a reluctance to discard…the hand-me-down stays much longer than it should…until I vow to keep essentials only and clothes that whisper joy…I give the shirt away and soon a new top comes bearing longer sleeves and a length that drapes my hips with comfort…and the murky shirt feelings? they fly away like dust in the wind.

Spring cleanup

creating new inner space

for today

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learning to flow

I woke up to the sound of chuckling rain. what a relief, a break from the urgent calls of the sun: come fork mounds of straw off the garden beds! come plant seeds–it’s early spring! come let the seedlings under indoor lamps breathe outside air! come out to mow the grass! I raise the blind and see young blades rising from the earth … they’ll be twice as hard to mow after their feast but what can I do? my body has rebelled, compelled me to rest and so I must.

Easy advice

put to the test again

slow down

Later sunlight returns, fresh leaflets shimmer, birds twitter…no be-twixt and between for them…nor for the cardinal calling from the highest branch.

Kitty cat purrs

Sprawled on resting legs

taking it easy

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Today Lillian at dVerse invites us to write any kind of poem incorporating two or more brand names. I chose the chocolate category: Chuckles (chuckling rain), Mounds (mounds of straw), Twix (be-twixt) and Kit-Kat (kitty cat). I folded these references into a haibun about my current experience of spring. I am also linking to Haikai Challenge #33: spring rain.

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