Haiku

[My Erotic Trail]

the Full Moon
promenading the pond
the whole night through.

-- Basho

 

[wildsweetone]

awesome haiku from Basho there MET.

i've been reading Buson:

A lightning flash-
the sound of water drops
falling through bamboo



With no underrobes,
bare butt suddenly exposed
a gust of spring wind



An evening cloudburst
sparrows cling desperately
to trembling bushes



Head pillowed on arm,
such affection for myself!
and this smoky moon

 

[My Erotic Trail]

awesome haiku from Basho there MET.

i've been reading Buson:

A lightning flash-
the sound of water drops
falling through bamboo



With no underrobes,
bare butt suddenly exposed
a gust of spring wind



An evening cloudburst
sparrows cling desperately
to trembling bushes



Head pillowed on arm,
such affection for myself!
and this smoky moon

grinin'
I think I like this Basho,
I have to say that I do like Ogden's haiku
so Basho and Ogden and even jthserra (decayed angel)
are some of my favorite haikus
I truely like the new haiku poets, wildsweetone and sex&death <grin
keep them coming

 

[wildsweetone]

those quoted haiku were Buson, not Basho, MET.

have you read any of his (Buson)? i found another that i love!

Buson

dawn -
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shadows

how cool is that?!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

those quoted haiku were Buson, not Basho, MET.

have you read any of his (Buson)? i found another that i love!




how cool is that?!

I stand/sit corrected

I love that poem... I see commarants on the river daily, they are like prehistoric when they fan their wings out and hold them there, well, now my muse is knocking on the inside of my skull cause I know there is a poem about that <bigrin... thanks wild

 

[wildsweetone]

you're welcome
happy writing!

 

[Decayed Angel]

one last voice
from the carved granite --
................white lily



m.

 

[Decayed Angel]

four pillars

awesome haiku from Basho there MET.

i've been reading Buson:

the four pillars of haiku: Basho, Buson, Issa and Shikki, Issa (my favorite) is the next pillar.


m.

 

[wildsweetone]

the four pillars of haiku: Basho, Buson, Issa and Shikki, Issa (my favorite) is the next pillar.


m.

Basho and Buson seem quite different (from the little I've read). i haven't really looked at Issa yet, and haven't read anything of Shikki.

i would love to hunt out a book containing these masters. i'm open to recommendations if anyone has some to share.


and your haiku is stunning. thank you

 

[Decayed Angel]

An Issa a day...

Issa


m.

 

[wildsweetone]

it's been kind of gloomy outside this morning...



cool morning -
on the north side of the fence
silent crickets


grey day -
even the cherry leaves
hang to the ground






.

 

[wildsweetone]

Issa


m.

whoa! cool bananas! i'm signed up! lol

thank you dear

 

[My Erotic Trail]

a mountain
is forged with time and
carved by wind

 

[wildsweetone]

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goldfish sleep
on the pond floor
..the cat sleeps too



silent is the mist
covering the moon
..a snail crosses the path


edit
under a hot sun
on the river bank
..autumn leaves

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fiddling with the third...

hot sun
on the river bank
..autumn leaves

hot sun
river bank
..red leaves

hot sun
on the river bank
..red leaves


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[My Erotic Trail]

.
.
.

goldfish sleep
on the pond floor
..the cat sleeps too



silent is the mist
covering the moon
..a snail crosses the path


edit
under a hot sun
on the river bank
..autumn leaves

==========================================================

fiddling with the third...

hot sun
on the river bank
..autumn leaves

hot sun
river bank
..red leaves

hot sun
on the river bank
..red leaves


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.
.

wow, excellent sweet~

a grey heron
nestled among the green shores
of a blue river

 

[wildsweetone]

autumn wind
in the leaves

a chime​

 

[My Erotic Trail]

a storm rolls in
over an open grave
raining tears

 

[bluerains]

a storm rolls in
over an open grave
raining tears

below darkened clouds
eagle caught a dying ray
his eyes were opened

 

[My Erotic Trail]

below darkened clouds
eagle caught a dying ray
his eyes were opened

when feathers flap
in the southern breeze
laying in leaves

 

[Many Feathers]

Grunt thrust
Old rust
Tired squeak no trust

 

[wildsweetone]

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.
cherry leaves
filled with holes
...a brown cocoon
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[My Erotic Trail]

.
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.
cherry leaves
filled with holes
...a brown cocoon
.
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cherries dangle
from a tall shade tree
inviting

 

[My Erotic Trail]

yesterdays wine
in todays grape vineyards
aged tomorrow