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Post by justlikeyou on Oct 25, 2017 6:12:34 GMT -5
Well, since bathroom humor was brought up... :-)
midnight pee
I wash my hands
in moonlight
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Post by krsnaraja on Oct 25, 2017 9:00:44 GMT -5
Palm covers quickly
so pretty the bare spot
for your eyes only
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Post by krsnaraja on Oct 25, 2017 16:44:19 GMT -5
Swinging couple jumps
in bed with others naked
midnight serenade
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Post by justlikeyou on Oct 26, 2017 16:28:47 GMT -5
Swinging couple jumps in bed with others naked midnight serenade Well, that's a 5-7-5 alright. An unusual subject to be sure, but you have a good phrase/fragment structure happening there. Plenty of room for imagination in the space between the two parts. Nice. |
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Post by krsnaraja on Oct 26, 2017 18:38:52 GMT -5
Dream excavation
digging for what's unknown
Christ Jesus home
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 2, 2017 8:16:56 GMT -5
valley top
he listens carefully
to nothing
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 3, 2017 7:50:37 GMT -5
From the book: Haiku Mind by Patricia Donegan.
bush warbler–
I rest my hands
in the wooden sink
Chigetsu-Ni (Japanese Nun 1632-1708)
The author writes:
“The bird called me out. I wanted to stay asleep under the covers, but the bird called me out. I was lost in a depressed thought and then the bird called me out. An unknown bird from an unknown tree called me out. We’ve all had this experience of being caught in our comfortable, habitual thoughts about this or that - and then something happened - there is a gap, a crack of space long enough for the sound of a bird to penetrate us, and we are awakened. This is sometimes referred to as a heightened moment of awakening, but actually it is an ordinary occurrence, yet feels extraordinary when we finally tune in to the present moment in all of its vividness.
Here the poet found herself awakened from her everyday kitchen chores, if only for a brief interval, by the magical and subtle sound of the warbler. There is also the story of Ikkyu, the infamous Zen master-poet of the fifteenth century, who is said to have reached total enlightenment in his twenties while meditating in a boat on Lake Biwa, when hearing the caw, caw, cawing of a crow. The possibility to let a bird call us out, or to let something else call us out, is always there.”
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 5, 2017 10:30:34 GMT -5
the remains
of his estate-
an empty bookcase
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Post by zendancer on Nov 5, 2017 10:40:14 GMT -5
the remains of his estate- an empty bookcase Really really good. Very impressive. |
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 6, 2017 7:13:57 GMT -5
the remains of his estate- an empty bookcase Really really good. Very impressive. Thank you ZD. This is called a shasei haiku, or "a sketch from life", so called by haiku master Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902). It is based on a visit to an estate sale this past weekend. It seems you are a very able reader of haiku :-) Good to know. |
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 11, 2017 17:23:37 GMT -5
fuzzy math
the teacher's goatee
sums it up
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 17, 2017 14:05:53 GMT -5
plastic bag
caught on the wind
a boy’s laughter
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Post by justlikeyou on Nov 30, 2017 8:10:41 GMT -5
crack of dawn
the robin chicks
open their eyes
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Post by justlikeyou on Dec 1, 2017 17:17:15 GMT -5
There is a long story about the Robin's in my yard building nests where they ought not. The top of a backhoe, or on the step ladder in the shed, are not great places to build a nest and raise a family. After moving the nest (as yet empty) a few times, and making sure the Robin's were unable to rebuild again in the same location, they settled, out of desperation I'm sure, for a spot waist high near the basement door. It allowed us to see the whole process of laying eggs to kicking the chicks out of the nest. The image below is the day they actually opened their eyes, and what inspired the poem above.  |
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Post by laughter on Dec 1, 2017 17:45:50 GMT -5
There is a long story about the Robin's in my yard building nests where they ought not. The top of a backhoe, or on the step ladder in the shed, are not great places to build a nest and raise a family. After moving the nest (as yet empty) a few times, and making sure the Robin's were unable to rebuild again in the same location, they settled, out of desperation I'm sure, for a spot waist high near the basement door. It allowed us to see the whole process of laying eggs to kicking the chicks out of the nest. The image below is the day they actually opened their eyes, and what inspired the poem above.  That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown". |
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That's the third story on this forum that I know of so far where someone sheltered wildlife. There seems to be a theme in English myth -- the story of a person (or someone like a person, anyway) who talks with animals. Tolkien incorporated that with his character "Radagast the Brown".