The haiku embodies depth and mystery (yugen), contained space (ma), becomingness (kokora), lightness (karumi) and creativeness (zoko) in its manifestation.
Leanne, such a grand thought!
__ The young that form, remains in age. Some will think this (sort of) tanka is crude, but 'tis spring and it happens; an instant echo. Smiles_! _m
the young
joins to then the now
pollen breeze
the splatters on this screen
a handkerchief
Magyar, thank you for taking time to comment. I appreciate your positive feedback. I think haiku and tanka have room for many kinds of images and ideas, more than just the pretty ones.
June 7th, 2018 at 10:07 am
Very evocative. I'm saving this haiku in my notebook of favorite poems to revisit.
June 8th, 2018 at 9:42 pm
Thank you for dropping by and leaving a comment, Sheila. It's nice to hear from you and I'm very happy you found something to like in my poem.
June 8th, 2018 at 7:55 am
The haiku embodies depth and mystery (yugen), contained space (ma), becomingness (kokora), lightness (karumi) and creativeness (zoko) in its manifestation.
the tree—
spreads its branches
without noise
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Simply Haiku, Winter 2011, Vol 8, No. 3
rows of trees
along stretched seashore
remain speechless
perhaps the oceanic vastness
interacting in deep silence
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Publication Credit: Simply Haiku, Summer 2012, Vol.10 No.1
June 8th, 2018 at 9:44 pm
Pravat, thank you for your very encouraging comments, and for sharing your two poems in response.
June 8th, 2018 at 11:28 am
Leanne, such a grand thought!
__ The young that form, remains in age. Some will think this (sort of) tanka is crude, but 'tis spring and it happens; an instant echo. Smiles_! _m
the young
joins to then the now
pollen breeze
the splatters on this screen
a handkerchief
June 8th, 2018 at 9:48 pm
Magyar, thank you for taking time to comment. I appreciate your positive feedback. I think haiku and tanka have room for many kinds of images and ideas, more than just the pretty ones.
June 12th, 2018 at 5:56 am
Kind of like the child that remains in all of us. Love it, Leanne!
marion