on a light breeze,
the heavy scent of blossoms
at morning ~Mitsuhiro*
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Haiku before Haiku
S Carter
“Thinking back then…we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves – about who we were, how we were different from… – but hadn’t yet understood what any of it meant…by the time a moment like that comes along, there’s a part of you thats been waiting…there’s a whisper going at the back of your head… So you’re waiting, even if you don’t quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realize that you really are different…”
~Never Let Me Go, Kazud Ishiguro

While walking through an area in Fort Collins, Colorado known as “Old Town.” I was guided with an intention to be open to whatever offered an unique perspective. It is my thought that this reflective image of a building’s entrance fits Robyn’s ‘See Differently’ challenge.
blossoms scatter
never knowing
our regrets
~Ouchi Masahiro*

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Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
half of it
it is flitting snowflakes…
spring rain
~Issa*


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haiku guy.com
baseball…a slow game symbolizing long summer days is defined by journalist Roger Angell as an ageless sport in which “time is seamless and invisible, a bubble within each player moves at exactly the same pace and rhythm as their predecessors.”*
Inspired by Jen’s photo challenge: Symbol
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“Where have you gone William Bendix?: Baseball as a Symbol of American Values in World War II”
all around me
countless dewdrops: what
might they portend-when
those which fall upon my sleeve
are tears…
~The Monk Saigyo
this print and others are now available through Fine Art America
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