All the haiku by Soen Nakagawa have a strong, deeper, Zen layer and in this one Zen is also clearly in there. The goal of this CD Special is to write a haiku in the same sense, tone and spirit as the one by the featured haiku-poet, seen just below.
endless is my vow
under the azure sky
Here is my effort.
under a great blue sky
Mongolian grasslands promise freedom
the wolf howls
I can give up all
but not my bellydancer’s holy dance
…Here’s 3 haibun we particularly liked from last week and are mentioning here:
After two hours yesterday and nearly an hour today, I still cannot and will not nominate one over the other. The haibun are all so good for both very similar and different reasons.
See what I mean….
The prompts for this week are continued…
milkyway you are vast
I am too snowed on to see
no haiku for you
I wonder what the difference is between pilgrim and refugee. Both seek shelter from the world. It is true that they both might pass each other on the road, dressed in similar clothes, with the similar, hunted look in the eyes, or upon the face. Of course, the pilgrim wants to come back, and the refugee does not. And the pilgrim is rushing to his god, while the refugee is running away from someone else’s god. But aside from these differences, they are both somewhat similar in nature, more or less.
shooting star at night
or floating ember from fire
grasshopper guesses wrong
The goal of this feature is to write an all new haiku which starts with the given first line.
.This week’s haiku has to start with the following first line:
a shooting star
a shooting star
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the sailing boats have sunk
down at rat’s creek where a summer
was not complete without
at least one great big furry rat bite
where knees were meant to be skinned
and where Josie taught me
how to have sinned
down where the water rose each spring
where summer we dared each other
to swim the length of the pond bared
to the midday sun
nothing on except water
and where in those Autumn days
the sun sent its last golden rays
and one by one the boats clogged with leaves
till there was only my one boat left sinking
so I grew up too
loved and lost and left town
and rat’s creek is now frozen
every time I’m there in the snow
all the sailing boats have sunk forever
Josephine’s doesn’t even recognise me anymore
glass in her hand when she answers the door
the boats are all sunk – and there’ll never be anymore summers
written for the wonderful http://dversepoets.com/ page – (topic Childhood Toys & Games), a truly beautiful bi-weekly challenge. My apologies for not getting the reading done I want. But I will.