Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902), who seems to be as well-known for his tanka as for his haiku.
by: Jen of Blog It or Lose It on ''Tanka by Shiki''
I do not know the day
my pain will end yet
in the little garden
I had them plant
seeds of autumn flowers
© Masaoka Shiki
remembering
Queen Anne’s Lace and chicory
in their swirling dance –
how the autumn-brown stalks
make me dream of summer
© Jen R.
along the streets
heat shimmers around Queen Ann's Lace in bloom -
fresh fallen snow
© Chèvrefeuille
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the marrow of it
when I was younger
I grew too fast, with leg pains;
bones ignored my tears
my room had corner windows
I drank cherry blossom scents
longing for autumn
as summer then, was a blurr
bones heard nature’s call
settling like seasonal
trees; I too became taller
sensing the changes
of time as the brown leaves fell -
bones aged, as I did
they with resistance bend; not
wanting to deal with extremes
now I am older
I bend, on spring walks picking the
bones of bloomed flowers
©JP/davh
a gorgeous series -- and the final haiku / senryu leaves us so much to think about. :)
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Peering Under the Bean Leaves
A lovely story ... I remeber that passage too, the sudden painful sprouting from childhood to youth. Beautifully penned.
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Love the way "the bones" carry the harmony from the title to the end - a nice progression Jules
ReplyDeleteWow Jules you were on a roll with this GW-post ... very well done
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This is truly stunning, Jules!
ReplyDeleteOh, Jules, this is wonderful. bones of bloomed flowers if exquisite
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