an artist’s touch
these bright rainbow laces
for her sneakers
pregnant
with sadness and horror
abandoned bunkers
silent echoes
the battles waged by men
now long gone
where now the bright ideals
of right and might and country
rows and rows
tombstones in white marble
where no one comes
Florence, Anzio, Cassino
allied war cemeteries
© G.s.k. ‘15
Carpe Diem #875 the journey continues: iris leaves; summer grass
Today’s episode on “The Narrow Road” had many facets and was very long (it would be well worth your while to click on the link above and visit the post) but below are just a few extracts that stimulated memories from my world – the first haiku is about a young artist I once knew … she embroidered her sneakers and laced them in bright colours — the second extracts inspired the above set of haiku and tanka as they caused me to remember the blood bathes of the first and second World Wars ( estimated deaths by Encyclopaedia Britannica gives the following:
WW One: 8,529,000
WW Two (military) 19,402,000
WW Two (civilian) 17,391,000)
… though in Europe eons passed when there was nothing but wars and skirmishes – for Lord, God or simply plunder – I think that it is a sort of miracle that Western Europe has known peace for nearly 70 years :
When the time came for us to say good-bye, this painter gave me his own drawings of Matsushima and Shiogama and two pairs of straw sandals with laces dyed in the deep blue of the iris. In this last appears most clearly perhaps the true artistic nature of this man.
Iris leaves
I tie them to my feet
as sandal cords
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Stopping briefly at the River Noda no Tamagawa and the so-called Rock in the Offing, I came to the pine woods called Sue no Matsuyama, where I found a temple called Masshozan and a great number of tombstones scattered among the trees. It was a depressing sight indeed, for young or old, loved or loving, we must all go to such a place at the end of our lives. ….
I left for Hiraizumi on the twelfth and arrived at there after wandering some twenty miles in two days.
It was here that the glory of three generations of the Fujiwara family passed away like a snatch of empty dream. The ruins of the main gate greeted my eyes a mile before I came upon Lord Hidehira’s mansion, which had been utterly reduced to rice-paddies. Mount Kinkei alone retained its original shape. As I climbed one of the foothills called Takadate, where Lord Yoshitsune met his death, I saw the River Kitakami running through the plains of Nambu in its full force, and its tributary, Koromogawa, winding along the site of the Izumigashiro castle and pouring into the big river directly below my eyes. The ruined house of Lord Yasuhira was located to the north of the barrier-gate of Koromogaseki, thus blocking the entrance from the Nambu area and forming a protection against barbarous intruders from the north. Indeed, many a feat of chivalrous valor was repeated here during the short span of the three generations, but both the actors and the deeds have long been dead and passed into oblivion. When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.
summer grass
the only remains of soldiers’
dreams
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
Not much can be added to that – what a great page.
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Thank you Hamish … it was a splendid prompt … Basho’s poem expressed the terrible concept of war so movingly.
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Great!
I’d like to answer with two lines to your haiku:
The bunkers are manned again
And red does not mean glory
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A Renga!
though the dirt’s been swept
somewhere under history’s rug
still some call for blood
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Yes! Renga.
Burning sun in der desert
Whether it’s sand or asphalt
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😀
a lizard runs
searching for safe haven
a large rock
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An intense series, Georgia! Great as usual!
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Thanks Carol.
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A heart-grabber, this–very well done.
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Thanks Jael.
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Most welcome.
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Important haiku, written beautifully.
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Thanks so much.
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A series poems in honor of those who fought for God and country … very strong. And your “renga” with Rheumatologe sounds already great. Thank you for sharing this beauty with us all at CDHK.
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This is turning out to be a very stimulating month Chèvrefeuille. Rheumatologe is fun to renga with too. 🙂
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I do think so. Next January I will start our second renga party. It was wonderful to read our first renga.
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It was a great feat indeed, I’ll be looking forward to it!
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As we speak about renga here i would like to ask you something. I would be honored if you would like to write the ‘hokku’ for our next Carpe Diem Renga Party.
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I would be honoured to write the hokku for the next Renga Party! Thanks for asking me.
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You’re so welcome Georgia.
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Please just tell me when you want it and if you want a special topic.
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If possible before Christmas, because I will post around Christmas a call for participation. No need for a special topic … feel free to choose yourself. Thank you … all the best.
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The image draws me closer and after reading verse after verse I feel I need to linger inside that image just a bit longer. Beautifully written, cara! x
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Thanks so much Oliana .. it’s interesting to read and try to immerse oneself in the events Basho writes about. A great series this month.
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I read your beautiful ebook and downloaded it at work as well to read at my leisure. Brava!!! May I add it to my blogs as books to read?
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Thanks you so much and of course I’d be very happy if you did that. I’m so happy you enjoyed the book!
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I`m so proud of you, cara, my mentor, my friend. x
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Thank you so much Oliana … you move me dearest friend, you really do. Hugs
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If you can’t have bright laces, what good is the journey? 😉
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🙂 now that you bring it up …
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