NaHaiWriMo – Zig-Zag – February 13, 2016

Hill-side olive grove

up and down the hills
the waif staggers zigzagging
seeking shelter
only welcome if she paid
alone – she left the city

© G.s.k. ‘16

The tanka is inspired by a story Basho told in his Narrow Road:

The voices of two young women whispering in the next room, however, came creeping into my ears. They were talking to an elderly man, and I gathered from their whispers that they were concubines from Niigata in the province of Echigo, and that the old man, having accompanied them on their way to the Ise Shrine, was going home the next day with their messages to their relatives and friends.

I sympathized with them, for as they said themselves among their whispers, their life was such that they had to drift along even as the white froth of waters that beat on the shore, and having been forced to find a new companion each night, they had to renew their pledge of love at every turn, thus proving each time the fatal sinfulness of their nature. I listened to their whispers till fatigue lulled me to sleep. When, on the following morning, I stepped into the road, I met these women again. They approached me and said with some tears in their eyes, ‘We are forlorn travelers, complete strangers on this road. Will you be kind enough at least to let us follow you? If you are a priest as your black robe tells us, have mercy on us and help us to learn the great love of our Savior.’ ‘I am greatly touched by your words,’ I said in reply after a moment’s thought, ‘but we have so many places to stop at on the way that we cannot help you. Go as other travelers go. If you have trust in the Savior, you will never lack His divine protection.’ As I stepped away from them, however, my heart was filled with persisting pity.

in the same house
prostitutes, too, slept:
bush clover and moon

© Basho (Tr. David Landis Barnhill)

NaHaiWriMo – Zeugma – February 12, 2016

a crash
breaking limbs and hearts
shook the village

© G.s.k. ’16

Today’s word for NaHaiWriMo is Zeugma … so I wrote a haiku with a zeugma … but what is that exactly … go HERE for more information on the zeugma and examples of how to make one.

The first word that came to mind was – a crash – it could have been any sort of violent accident but for some reason a plane crash came to mind. So I googled plane crash and was amazed at how many plane crashes involve people every day as they go about their lives.  I suppose one only hears about these small plane crashes if it happens in their zone, but put them all together and it’s kind of scary!  The photo credit link will take you to a post that talks about fatal air accidents from January to August (2013) in the United States.

Morning Haiku and Waka – Blog Hopping – January 11, 2016

Ducks in love

Love, what is love?  That potent attraction that pulls two people together?  No perhaps that’s hormones and little else.  Well, might it be then, the fascinating encounter with a great thinker who can mesmerize one into ecstasy with words? I think not, intellectually fulfilling perhaps, at least for a time but love, no, not love.  What about that perfect body, those lovely eyes and that suave voice.  Aesthetically pleasing perhaps, but no, not love.  We in the west, raised and nurtured on fairy tales and romantic novels, have a vague idealistic vision of love and I suspect that that vision is just an illusion.  If we search for love guided by all the nonsense that we watch on television and read in books our love affairs will be quickly over because they’re based on “fried air” as the Italians like to say.

So what is love – are there different kinds of love, or is there just Love with a capital letter?  Is that feeling you have for your dog or cat any less important to you than  the feelings you have for your child. (I can hear the scandalized voices now .. but Let’s be honest.) Don’t you get all torn up and feel miserable when your dear four-legged friend dies.  I know I still mourn my old friend Maao to the point that I never want to own another cat.

If we’re talking about sentiments and emotions, I suppose we could call a summer encounter or a meeting of minds on the internet a love affair, but if we’re looking for something deeper that involves something more universal maybe we should look within.

a quick flash
star-crossed summer loves
autumn cinders

© G.s.k. ‘16

§§§

sun and moon
lovers always separated
forever linked

this heart
one with the universe
love

a warm touch
the cherry tree blossoms
in love with life

creation
attraction and repulsion
love’s paradox

© G.s.k. ‘16

This post is linked to:  Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #69 An Essay About Real LoveHeeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille February 10th 2016 and