Wednesday Haiku, Week #38
walking past the waterliles i open my palms to the rain
Pamela A. Babusci Frogpond, Sept. 1996
mother's worn face
twilight on the shallow pond
my own reflection
Dawn Robin Albertson
suddenly
the dog stops barking...
lotus blossoms!
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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7 comments:
Lovely. I am still amazed at the pairing now of two haiku and Issa. Wonderful fun. Thanks.
Thanks much ... I was afraid when I went to two haiku a post, I wouldn't be able to balance it, but the opposite has proved true, at least so far.
And you have sussed out my secret - I'm having a ball!
Especially like the one about the dog, and then not the dog.
Pamela, Just gorgeous. Don ...so elegant...so simple... I feel the rain in my palm...
Old 333, yes, the dog, than not the dog ...
Thanks, Snowbird ... Pamela's poem is lovely.
Don,
Elegant, pristine, perfectly balanced,
-- and WV wants me to say "flea m[n]emn[onics]" (the tiny filigreed synapse maps of the memory bank of a particularly discreet flea?)...
In any event, yes, with a good friend, the experience of
same thought, same time
is always one of the pure pleasures.
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