Christopher Baskind (kit at paperfrog.com) is a broadcaster and writer living in Pensacola, Florida. He co-moderates Mountain-Home, the Yahoo Group home of modern waka. Baskind also publishes PaperFrog.com, a Buddhist-influenced journal exploring spirituality, poetry, and nature.
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1. It’s wet, and the rain has excited the treefrogs.
2. The call of the treefrogs sounds a bit as if they are saying their own name.
3. There are lots of frogs.
4. The treefrogs and the rain share the same nature.
i ponder the ability of anyone to “explain” a haiku.
a haiku, truly an observation
but never an understanding, revelation,
nor explanation.
one’s observation, too often overlooked
raising moon
child jumps
to see it first
still breeze –
quarter moon
languishing through the pines
his guitar chords
the recurring sound
of gentle waves
someone explain this haiku to me
P. D., I would explain it as:
Treefrogs
treefrogs treefrogs!
The sound of rain.
:)
drizzle drizzle, drop drop
into the buckets
… roof still leaks!
rain and rain—
again a telephone rings
nobody answers
drizzle drizzle, drop drop
into the buckets
… roof still leaks!
In the puddle
under the lonely plopar
the treefrogs, cuples – cuples
> someone explain …
1. It’s wet, and the rain has excited the treefrogs.
2. The call of the treefrogs sounds a bit as if they are saying their own name.
3. There are lots of frogs.
4. The treefrogs and the rain share the same nature.
i ponder the ability of anyone to “explain” a haiku.
a haiku, truly an observation
but never an understanding, revelation,
nor explanation.
one’s observation, too often overlooked
“aha”
–
howling winds –
whispers, in my ear