mother and children
are separated…
hunted birds
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/10s 35m 100 ISO
issa
poetry
Abe-no Kakamaro
When I look up at
The wide-stretched plain of heaven,
Is the moon the same
That rose on Mount Mikasa
In the land of Kasuga?
~Abe-no Nakamaro
Wyoming… Nikon D750 f/4.5 1/3,200 85m 100 ISO
thursday’s special: lost in detail
Even if it were not so,
Something unseen,
Suddenly
Starts me awake-struck by
The sound of a bell
~Goshūishū (cited: http://www.wakapoetry.net)
Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/4,000s 42m 100 ISO
Submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge
a path
Simply with sorrow
And nothing
More in mind
Both left and right
Sleeves are soaked.
~Suma (cited:wakapoetry.net)
Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/4,000s 56mm ISO 100
Saigyō
Replacing the rays
of late sun,
that streamed in the window,
shedding a different light
an early evening moon
~Saigyō (B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Richo GX100 f/4.1 1/200s 5.1mm ISO 80
reflection & i
growing side by side
spring rain
reflection & i
the dawn is here…
In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home?
~Kiyohara no Fukayabu
Meditative photography with an iPad, John F Simon’s “Drawing your own Path,” a pair of reading glasses, a fountain pen, and the dawn. Edited in Lightroom CC.
I gaze with longing
When the evening sun descends behind the mountain peak,
Will you forget that it is I who gazed with longing
Towards the place where you are?
~Sarashina Nikki (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
poppy & i
just being alive
I
and the poppy
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
watching the moon
Watching the moon
at dawn,
solitary, mid-day,
I knew myself completely,
no part left out.
~Izumi Shikibu (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
hopes of visitors
In this mountain village
where I’ve given up
all hopes of visitors,
how drab life would be
without my loneliness.
~Saigyō (Trans. B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Ono no Komachi
While watching
the long rains falling on this world
my heart, too, fades
with the unseen color
of the spring flowers.
~Ono no Komachi (J Hirshfield & M Aratani, The Ink Dark Moon)
a meditative journey 
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