poetry

thursday’s special: portrait vs landscape

on horseback

making a silent bow…

thin mist

~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

On an afternoon walk, we came upon an end-of-school celebration at a local park.  As I wandered about the carnival setting, memories of past transitions that included a sense of freedom came to mind.  Freedom to play, to explore, to be…  My summers were a time in which I was allowed to roam over hills and through meadows, to swim in rivers and creeks, and to reenact storybook characters.  No television, no internet, no social media…just freedom to play in an landscape that extended far beyond the horizon.

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enduring trace

Like the comfortless plover of the beach

In the sand printing characters soon to be washed away.

Unable to leave a more enduring trace in this fleeting world.

~The Sarashina Diary, AD 1009-1059   (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

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The enduring qualities of art…speaking through time’s boundaries…resonating with the soul’s deep and private moments.

not yet

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Within a tree
another tree that is not yet,
and now the upper branches shift in the wind.

Within the blue sky
another blue sky that is not yet,
and now the horizon is rent by a bird in flight.

Within a body
another body that is not yet,
and now the shrine gathers blood.

Within a road
another road that is not yet,
and now that space is shaken by my destination.

–Kora Rumiko