Morning Haiku and Waka – haiku – November 14, 2014


hidden in clouds
intimacy protected
the Veiled Mount

in the misty dawn
somewhere near the Veiled Mount
a cuckoo calls

moonlit night
skiers descent the Veiled Mount
– iridescent chain

(c) G.s.k. ’14

I’m linking this to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai (click the link for the full post) … the prompt is Mount Fuji , which I’ve only seen in photographs so, with all the mountains I have around me, I thought I’d choose one of ours. The Veiled Mount is the mount (we can’t call it a hill, but I’m informed it’s not quite a proper mountain – Trentini are very particular about these details) got its name because it is often veiled in clouds.  This photo is from a different angle than you usually see from my photos.

Here are some great haiku about Mount Fuji:

katatsuburi soro-soro nobore fuji no yama

little snail
inch by inch, climb
Mount Fuji!
© Issa

hatsu-gatsuo tsuide nagara mo fuji (no) yama

right after
summer’s first bonito –
Mount Fuji

© Issa

mannaka ni fuji sobietari kuni no haru

in the centre,
mount Fuji towers up:
spring in our country
© Sho-u

fuji hitotsu uzumi nokoshite wakaba kana

only Mount Fuji
is not covered with them –
fresh new leaves

© Buson


And here’s the great Basho:

fuji no kaze ya ogi ni nosete edo miyage

wind from Mount Fuji –
carrying it in my fan,
a souvenir for those in Edo

© Basho

Credits: Mount Fuji Woodblock print by Utagawa Hiroshige (1797-1858)


Haiku – Yosa Buson – July 4, 2014

Today I’m going to try to write in the style of Yosa Buson … only I find he didn’t have his own particular stlye like Issa or Basho.  He was a great haiku poet but followed the style of Basho. He was also a famous artist … here is on of his portraits of Basho:

Here’s what Chèvrefeulle tells us about Buson:

Buson was inspired by the work of Basho and he (Buson) didn’t create an own style, as Basho and Issa did,. Next to being a haiku-poet Buson was also a great painter. For example: Buson has illustrated one of the first printed haibun of Basho ”Oku-No-Hosomichi” or ”The Narrow Road Into The Deep North”. So in a way Buson and Basho are connected.

The haiku which I love to share here is possibly one of those verses which Buson composed through his imagination, not as the result of an experience. Buson is thinking of the water running over a ford. He sees clearly the whorl of fine sand and muddy water that rises and swirls away where something has disturbed the bed of the stream. What should have disturbed it that is in harmony with the water of spring? He thinks of the soft and weary feet of a woman traveller who is fording the stream. These are in deep accord with the spring, its gentle warmth and unintellectual activity; with the water, the female element of nature, with the turbidity of it.

ashiyowa no watarite nigoru haru no mizu

wading through it,
her feet muddied
the spring water

© Buson

Here are two other paintings done by Yosa Buson

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Here’s the master’s haiku once again:

ashiyowa no watarite nigoru haru no mizu

wading through it,
her feet muddied
the spring water

© Buson

splashing water
children playing
river Sarca

© G.s.k. ’14

Here’s one of my photos of the River Sarca … just up-stream in Dro there is an old Roman bridge where during the summer months the local people go to picknic and swim with the family.  I don’t have a photo of that though unfortunately!

River Sarca

This post was written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Buson

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Carpe Diem’s Revise that Haiku #3, Buson’s “a hand-ball”

a hand-ball,
wet with the spring rain falling
on the roof

(c) Buson

This is the poem to revise by the great Master Poet, Yosa Buson (1716-1783).  This the story behind the Haiku:

[…] All day the rain has continued. It seems that it has never begun and will never stop. The poet goes to the verandah and stands looking out at the melancholy scene. Caught in the gutter of the roof opposite is a ball made of cloth that children were playing with and that lodged there by accident. The rain pours down relentlessly upon it as upon everything else, soaking its pretty design and colours. The rain continues meaninglessly, uselessly to beat down on the ball. The ball continues meaninglessly, uselessly to be beaten on by the rain. The poet suddenly sees, almost without knowing it, a ‘meaningless’ meaning in this ball, in this rain, in all things. The ball grows sodden, and still the rain falls upon it, as though it were a thing that the rain could make blossom.[…]

rain stormThis spring, it seemed to rain constantly, I stood in my loggia and took photographs for a prompt to pass the time (this is one of them) andthe rain poured.  Everything seemed so melancholy and sensless…yet with the senseless rain, summer blooms weren’t far behind…here are my attempts to “revise” Buson:

endless falling rain
the ball sits in the gutter
bright dandelion


gutters overflow
cloth ball swollen with spring rain
grape vines bloom early


the ball senselessly
yields to rain shower’s beating
mimosa flowers


stand in the loggia
spring rains continue unabashed
summer flowers smile

This was an interesting and inspiring prompt found at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.