Thursday, July 3, 2014

CD : 505 Buson 1


ashiyowa no watarite nigoru haru no mizu
wading through it,
her feet muddied
the spring water
© Yosa Buson
her soft feet
I feel close to mine -
spring rain
&
mountain stream
whispers through the valley -
winter has gone
© Chèvrefeuille


always muddled in
the deepest kind of thought, creek
shadows my thinking
near, clear spring lost humor, for
in a public space, she cries
full of the debris
from those who without thought, leave
much trash and litter

©JP/davh
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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 3, 2014 at 4:39 PM

    she cries...I'm sure, for the stream filled with litter. Wonderful set.

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  2. Arushi AhujaJuly 3, 2014 at 4:49 PM

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  3. Arushi AhujaJuly 3, 2014 at 4:52 PM

    what a wonderful series of thought... u left a story in a few words to think over ... very beautiful!!

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  4. AnonymousJuly 3, 2014 at 6:20 PM

    Hoping you find your humor again -

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  5. AnonymousJuly 4, 2014 at 1:42 AM

    your words always brings a new direction of thoughts and that's why i like them most :)

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