Renga with Basho

In this special edition of Carpe Diem’s Renga with Basho series Chèvrefeuille asks us to commence with a greeting verse (‘hokku’) actually used by Basho to commence a Renga Party. The other verses by Basho were written as stand alone haiku. As usual I have bolded Basho’s haiku (translated by Jane Reichhold) and italicized my two-line responses.

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autumn coolness

each peeling with our hands

melons and eggplant

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last embers of summer

lodge under our fingernails

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swinging bridge

lives are intertwined

in ivy vines

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the trellis has been transformed

brimming with succulent fruits

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with young leaves

I would like to wipe away

the tears in your eyes

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a blur of joy and sadness

ushers in each season

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blossoms at their peak

the mountain the same as always

at day break

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a mist of whitening dew

blades of grass sparkle at sunrise

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a clear night

cooling myself under cherry trees

waves of flowers

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I peel my eyes to glimpse

a shooting star flash the night sea

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©️2018 Ontheland (bolded haiku are authored by Basho as translated by Jane Reichhold).

A renga with Bashō

Carpe Diem’s Renga Challenge #1 invites us to choose from a selection of Basho’s early haiku (as translated by Jane Reichhold) and to create a Renga of at least 6 stanzas by arranging Basho’s haiku and inserting two-line verses in between.

inside the temple

visitors cannot know

cherries are blooming.

©️Bashō

robin calls from the treetops

blend in with the morning chants

©️Ontheland

the voice of reeds

sounds like the autumn wind

from another mouth

©️ Bashō

leaves fly like paper dreams

a season’s short-lived splendour

©️Ontheland

what a sprout

a dewdrop seeps down the nodes

of generations of bamboo

©️Bashō

the moon paints fresh oak leaves

once barren branches shimmer

©️Ontheland

the old woman

a cherry tree blooming in old age

is something to remember

©️Bashō

an ancient mountain stupa

stands watching the setting sun

©️Ontheland

a summer spring

I wake up to a rushing sound. ‘It’s raining’ percolates my sleeping mind with a splash of pleasure… a break from hot sunny days will be pleasant…after all, it’s spring. The seeds I will plant prefer cool soft breezes over sultry winds. I sit up…golden light flickers behind the blind…the rotating fan purrs like rain.

planting seeds

sweat streams down my face

where is spring?

~

©️2018 Ontheland

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille May 30, 2018, Sunny Days

The photo is from Pixabay.com.

Late summer


Late summer hoppers

   time to harvest, clear and mulch

        fields buzz excitement

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Summer evening

   my rushing blood is soundless

         in the steady hum

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Last day of August 

    bird arrow crosses the sky

          autumn chill is here

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© 2017 Ontheland

cycles

As we turn every corner of the Narrow Road to the Deep North, we sometimes stand up unawares to applaud and we sometimes fall flat to resist the agonizing pains we feel in the depths of our hearts. There are also times when we feel like taking to the roads ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying near by, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes.– Soruyo

Contemplating this quote offered by Suzanne of On the Road and life as I know it, I wrote this tanka:

A life has cycles

as summer falls to winter

a pattern is clear

placidity precedes storm

and chaos ends in rest.

~

©2017 Ontheland