Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Wednesday Haiku, Week 9: Tom Blessing

Photo by bgblogging






Wednesday Haiku, Week #9




captured
in the jar of pickled eggs
the moon
Tom Blessing












sitting on her eggs
the chicken admires
the peony
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue





Photo by Bill Barber



best,
Don

PS I mentioned to Tom his ku reminded me of Basho's about the octopus traps - so here it is.


Octopus traps - 
summer’s moonspun dreams, 
soon ended.
Bashō



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5 comments:

Bard said...

Tom, I love it! Congrats on the poem and the appearance on such a wonderful page.

Ed Baker said...

WOWOW!

pickled eggs... we used to sell them

10 cents each at our DGS..

kept them in a gallon glass jar (next to the pickled pigs'
feet
on top of the meat case

Used to "snitch" two or three a week... never did try the feet

tom said...

Don, That is one of Basho's that I had not seen before. I see what you mean.
Bruce - thank you. How is that class going?
Ed - thank you the first time I ever saw them up here as at the end of a bar with late sunlight behind them. Then I realized they were in the stores - and all of the bars seem to have a jar or two. Even one of our local liquor stores sells locally made ones. Spicey.

Don, I liked that photo too.

Anonymous said...

I'm talkin 1950's pickled eggs.

folks wld come into the store buy a coupiple of those eggs, a can of sardines-in-hot sauce, an onion and a box of crackers and...

off to work they'd go.... lunch in a brown paper bag
maybe even stop at that liquor store near you and buy a pint of Ruby Foo

actually, sounds good &
much healthier than those peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches and sugar-water and a Twinkie that the kids take to school daily now.


Ed

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Thanks, Bard ...

Ed, I've hunkered down in front of jars of pickled eggs, right next to the pigs knuckles, which went down smooth with that old school beer from the tap right behind those jars.

Tom, thank you and a real pleasure to introduce to that Basho ku ...

Don