all I saw of the bird was the bouncing branch he left Published by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694) Basho (1644-1694) wrote and taught linked poetry to scores of disciples from Osaka and Kyoto north to the mountains of Dewa. View all posts by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694)
swamp mist… the old frogger wades into a stand of cattails swamp fog… the monotone croaking of invisible frogs Reply
Thanks Helen. Its a beautiful Haiku. Substitute the bird and the bouncing branch and we could fit in any of our memories in it. —————————- All I could bring of the blue sea was a pocketful of white shells Reply
shadow play
the actors
who never die
finding your
care package in my car–
first apartment
muffin wrapper
and paper cup
leftovers
bouncing branch
wild geese head north
white, pink
red, purple, coral…
when did the carnations bloom?
tree branches swaying
i was surprise to see —
3 mockingbirds roosting
swamp mist…
the old frogger wades into
a stand of cattails
swamp fog…
the monotone croaking
of invisible frogs
Thanks Helen. Its a beautiful Haiku. Substitute the bird and the bouncing branch and we could fit in any of our memories in it.
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All I could bring of
the blue sea was a pocketful
of white shells
of the haiku i dreamed
i can’t forget —
pine needles fragrance