poetry

breath of time

red pedal tractor…

sun-lit hair…freckled-face smile

fading breath of time

a shell of a thing came to be

The storm came one night, you see

The thunder came and fell the tree.

Falling, falling became the tree.

And a shell of a thing came to be.

A small shell of a thing, you see

Flying high above the sea.

There is no alighting upon the sea, you see

For a shell of a thing above the sea.

Searching, searching for her tree

That fell the night she became to be.

Weary, tired – flying, flying above the sea

Wishing for all to see.

Oh how brave, how marvelous she is to be!

As she flies so high above the sea!

Blind to their eyes, she is to be.

Wings flying, trying so hard to be,

Above the torment of the sea.

For there is no rest above the sea.

Only the falling, falling tree, you see.

a lone

on a tree standing

by the cliff in an old farm

a dove –

how lonely his voice

calling for a friend this evening

~ Saigyō (cited: Makoto Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

“Of course you must know that every letter of yours will always give me pleasure, and only beat with the answer which will perhaps often leave you empty handed; for at bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone…” Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet.

point of view

the moon in heaven–

on the earth, a hackneyed

tale of its wanderings

~Uda Kiyoko

cited: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field

winter’s eve

evening cicada–

a last nearby song

to autumn*

~Issa (haiku guy.com)

*David G Lanoue, “a translator of Japanese haiku, a teacher of English and world literature, a writer of haiku and ‘haiku novels,'” offers a footnote to this writing … It’s the last night of autumn. Tomorrow winter.