Basho once declared
that seventeen’s too many
for English haiku
(Note: Basho also remarked on adapting the Italian sonnet form to Japanese.)
Basho once declared
that seventeen’s too many
for English haiku
(Note: Basho also remarked on adapting the Italian sonnet form to Japanese.)
red flags on buoys
little wooden boats
haul their nets in
(Revision)
harvested by church bells
flurries of white
acacia
Athazagoraphobia
Source: Athazagoraphobia
damsels and clowns
slivers of iridescence
the sunlit coral
a dead bird
offered by a cat
my love for you
spring constellations–
flowering cherry trees–
empty beer bottles
cherry blossoms
sigh at the transience
of children at play
*
black-tail does
shake their rumps
at my locked-up cats
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