Autumn Rain – Waka – November 14, 2015

foggy fieldin the dawn
rain runs down the window panes
blurring autumn leaves

a train whistle blows
ripping through the dawn silence
autumn fog billows
no sunshine in Padua
only dripping foggy skies

© G.s.k. ‘15

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – Nov. 12, 2015 – Autumn Rain

Winter Fog – Choka – August 12, 2015

Basilica of San Antonio - Padua

Basilica of San Antonio – Padua

In Val Padana
out walking in cold winter
from the bogs arise
the misty fogs of evening
there, not far away,
mournful, a lonesome dog cries
in sad bitterness
the passing of summer life
and warm nights  –  now gone …
clinging cloying cold wet fog
falls in Padua
I, walk alone in the fog
in muffled silence –
swishing by a car passes
then in renewed calm
a caress of sodden hands
a cold emptiness
and yet that peaceful quiet
seems to me a balm

(envoy or hanka)

ah –  the winter fog
meditation comes with ease
in misty land clouds
the “here and now” stands close by
a step from eternity

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #56 Choka (or Nagauta), Japanese “long poem”

I was looking for a little quick history of the chronological appearances of the various poetic forms in Japanese … and I came across this lovely site: A Crash Course in Japanese Poetry  I won’t say it’s the most comprehensive or even the most academic … but it certainly is very fun and fundamental accurate.

In the beginning there was waka:, which was borrowed from the Chinese by Japanese writers as was katauta, one of the most popular forms was the choka , often sung and about epic subjects,  sedoka, tanka and an oddity called the bussokusekika – a tanka with 3 7 onji finishing lines,  which are called waka.

Only later poetry was called kanshi because it was written in Japanaese (with kanji) by Japanese… (the only one I haven’t tried is the bussokusekika)  😉

Free Verse: Illusion

Free Verse

Illusion

As the train speeds past

the Pandana valley

I ask myself

which is the illusion:

the fleeting passage

of the tracks

and landscape

or that

the

scenes I usually see

and take for granted

are not the illusions

of time standing still?

train tracks

factorypassing city