Whip-poor-will’s call

quiet night

a lone whip-poor-will

calling your name

~

quiet night

porch chimes ring

in the breeze

.

a lone whip-poor-will

rising from dead leaves

its song, an eerie cry

.

calling your name

I shudder in my sleep

the forest quivers

~

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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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

~

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

~

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’

a fusion haiku featuring Ozaki Hosai

gazing from the shore

my feelings of want dissolve

with the dying light

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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,

my footsteps

~

the heart

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’

Sakura Hanami

Cherry blossom viewing for High Park in Toronto, Ontario:

watching for blossoms

glimpses of cherry pink sky

a spring tradition

I lived in Toronto for over 30 years and was not aware of the cherry tree groves in High Park. For one to two weeks a year the imported cherry trees offer an opportunity to stroll in a wonderland of blossoms. I hope to view them this year if weather and plans align.

Blossom enthusiasts can enjoy first blossoms, peak blossoms and late blossoms. This week’s Haikai Challenge features late cherry blossoms, which gave me an ‘excuse’ to explore cherry blossom viewing near where I live.

In honour of late cherry blossoms I wrote this short haibun:

When I was much younger I was afraid of growing ‘old’. Only now do I fully appreciate how young I was when haunted by these fears. Passage of time and physical decline have shown me the ephemeral nature of beauty…youth…pleasures lived and remembered. Exquisite blossoms splash my life with fresh beauty every spring only to fade to wilted memories, reminders of impermanence.

late blossoms

drifting into open hands

many moonrises

~

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