The red-domed lady bug makes its way around the edge of the washroom sink. Lower down, near the drain, another one shuffles. I find a piece of paper and lift the second one to a safer place on the window sill. Then I reach for my toothbrush and toothpaste and turn on the tap. What do these tiny bugs feel I wonder. Do they suffer like us if overwhelmed by a torrent of running water?
life throngs through the window seams
In response to dVerse Poet’s Pub Haibun Monday: Compassion
gazing from the shore
my feelings of want dissolve
with the dying light
This haiku is inspired by two haiku of Ozaki Hosai (1885-1926) who was part of the free haiku movement in Japan:
on the field
where evening has died out,
that seeks something
I release to the sea
© Ozaki Hosai (revised by Chèvrefeuille)
In response to Carpe Diem Crossroads #9: Ozaki Hosai’s ‘on the field’
Wednesday morning, High Park, Toronto
dappled morning light
peaceful cherry blossom crowd
joy in full bloom
which is the mirage?
this oasis of blossoms
or the glass towers?
the best of spring finery
a white parasol
Linking to Carpe Diem’s Quest for a Masterpiece introduction
Amaya at dVerse gave us an interesting challenge tonight—to select two quotes, each from a different book, and use them as the first and final lines of a poem— in other words ‘bridge the gap’.
there, from spitting on the sidewalk
to chewing gum in class
from picking peas off her plate
to treading on the parlour carpet
from cycling down to the creek
to sassing her superiors
loomed a forbidden world
once alive with wonder
now a flattened minefield—
she felt crushed
as a gleaming metal sheet being
forced into a furnace
Our choice of quotes could be intentional or random. I took the random route and used lines from page 111 of each book.
The first quote is: “there, from spitting on the sidewalk to chewing gum in class” from Precious Cargo by Craig Davidson.
The final line of the poem is derived from “the way a sheet of metal might be forced into a furnace”, found in The Sixth Extinction by Elizabeth Kolbert.
“How good it would be to not question.”
to just be
never minding psychic puddles
and rational muddles
to just be still
Does a dog question its tail?
Does a tree question its leaves?
Does the moon wish for a new path?
My quadrille is based on a poem by Dick Allen (1939-2017) published in 2016 in his book “zen master poems” . In this collection of poems Allen writes from within the persona of a Zen Master.
My first line quotes the first line of his poem and my concluding questions mimic his use of questions. To read his poem please follow this link to the Google Books preview, page 6.
For some reason I counted the words in Allen’s poem and discovered that it is exactly 44 words (in other words, it’s a quadrille). My quadrille uses the word ‘muddle’, this week’s quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.
waving soft fringes of green…
bright chirps from within
a painting against blue sky
etched by sunlight…
life longs to return
leaves under my feet
before the snow
This is a troiku based on a haiku of Yozakura (1640-1716). A troiku is composed by writing three new haiku, each starting with a line of a chosen original. Here is Yozakura’s original haiku (as translated):
a painting against the blue sky
leaves under my feet
The troiku form was developed by Chevrefeuille, host of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, and my troiku responds to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #31: Troiku…bare branches. Embedded in the troiku is a series of three haiku (as mentioned above). The first haiku is my response to this week’s Haikai Challenge #32 twittering (saezuri).
artery of the earth
gushing an eternal dream
rolls to the ocean
snagged on a rock
at last I hear the river
in the rushing current
In response to Carpe Diem #1425 The Talking River. The river in the photo, unnamed, is offered to the public at Pixabay.com.