Saké
summer evening
warm saké and history
reading haiku
fleas jumping
on the sofa merrily
a feast waiting
rain drumming
at midnight
summer concert
buzzing mosquito
singing of feasts
in my ear
forlorn
the flowers grow
and wither
the cat streches
his nap completed
he eats dinner
whispering wind
in a field of corn
inviting autumn
This post is dedicated to two of the great haiku masters of history and is a little tribute I wanted to make for them … Matsuo Basho and Kobayashi Issa I wonder if I’ve been able to capture the two different voices of these great masters!
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Very definitely! You have channeled Issa on the left; Basho on the right. Tiny critters living their lives on the left; the beautiful and mysterious on the right.
My favorite is the forlorn flowers — it makes you stop and think.
This series is impressive!
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Thanks Jen! I added two links to a site that give examples of both poets. It was fun to write … though actually I didn’t drink any sakè and certainly none named Haiku (saw it at the comic fest and couldn’t resist the photo!). 😉
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I took notice of that sake! The photo op was perfect! 😉
Going to check out those links ….
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Hope you enjoy them as much as i did! Thanks for the compliment.
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🙂
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WoW! I feel like I am reading a book on haiku…really! I managed to download a small one on my ereader and reading this is…well, like you are my teacher and I am lovin this, Georgia!!
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Cool … I’m very proud that you e-readered me!
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urgh that made me itch!!!
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Well Issa was a down to the earth poet … Basho more mysterious.
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