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.