Basho once declared
that seventeen’s too many
for English haiku
(Note: Basho also remarked on adapting the Italian sonnet form to Japanese.)
Month: March 2016
662
red flags on buoys
little wooden boats
haul their nets in
(Revision)
661
harvested by church bells
flurries of white
acacia
Athazagoraphobia
Athazagoraphobia
Source: Athazagoraphobia
660
damsels and clowns
slivers of iridescence
the sunlit coral
659
a dead bird
offered by a cat
my love for you
658
spring constellations–
flowering cherry trees–
empty beer bottles
657
cherry blossoms
sigh at the transience
of children at play
656
under new, pink petals
we drink and celebrate
our impermanence
655
black-tail does
shake their rumps
at my locked-up cats
654
sticky, spikey
encroachers– sorry
weeding you out
653
That which does
not kill you
will turn around
and try again.
652
colored eggs
from last Easter
still hiding
651
breezeless day
clothesline sways
shadows of jays
650
was Lazarus a zombie?
Easter dinner comes
to a standstill
