Carpe Diem Renga Challenge #4

Another Renga Challenge of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai featuring six haiku by Matsuo Basho, shown in bold type. The challenge is to create a Renga by writing two-line responses, shown in italics.

sleep on a journey

then you will understand my poem

autumn winds

whisper delights and sorrows

rain spatters my reflection

into the sea

throwing my sandals

rain on my hat

playing hopscotch with bare feet

relishing schoolyard pastimes

village kids

don’t break all the plum branches

for cattle whips

compose haiku with carved nibs

pausing to inhale the dawn

mid-harvest

a crane on the rice paddy

in a village in autumn

farmers rush out to the fields

winter chores haunting their thoughts

polished again

the mirror is as clear as

flower-like snowflakes

lace shawls drape the mountain peaks

pine branches dazzling white

falling to the ground

a flower closer to the root

bidding farewell

we’ll meet again in springtime

when verses are fresh like dew

~

©️All haiku in bold type are written by Basho (1644-1694) as translated by Jane Reichhold

©️Couplets in italics, 2018, Ontheland

white bugloss

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A rare sight

hidden bugloss

christened white

~~

Pure white blooms

in tangle of greens

stamens reaching

~~

 The other day I was surprised to discover rare white viper’s bugloss flowers. The second photo shows the most prevalent bugloss in its distinctive blue nearby.

about haiku (2)

Writing about ‘writing haiku’ captured my imagination.  I woke up scribbling yesterday morning:

Poems float gently

in a breeze of syllables

haiku-dusted sky

From hill to valley

rushing waters stir my heart—

cleansing tears bear joy.

A word plops

on a silent pond

haiku ripple.

This is my second response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu Special #1 “The Poet’s Craft”. In this Carpe Diem Haiku Kai episode, guest writer, Kim Russell, invites us to write haiku about writing haiku.

Four twigs

This a collection of 17-syllable observations that I wrote in recent weeks:

Roadside stacks of brush by farm acres—no space for surplus twigs.

Young boys on ATVs raise clouds of dust spinning around my washed car.

Life is more simple when it pours—everything slows except traffic.

Boy rides kayak spinning in surging rapids as father guides from shore.

©2017 Ontheland