Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Carolyne Rohrig & Rehn Kovacic: Wednesday Haiku, Week 68

Photo by Carolyn Rohrig





the weight of one blossom
on the old man's head

          Carolyne Rohrig

















                                                        Artwork by Utagawa Kuniyosh






Watching birds
    on the computer screen,
       the cat types her own haiku.
                        
                       Rehn Kovacic






 
Photo Courtesy of Flower Pictures






fluttering their way
into my head...
plum blossoms

    Issa
    translated by David G. Lanoue







best,
Don

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10 comments:

Ed Baker said...

these days I am
trying to limit my 'off the wall'
co-meants however

that Rohrig 'shortie" struck me
as
brilliant
so, making it "mine" I instinctively
came up with
an erotic twist to it:

the weight of Blum Blossom
on this old man's head

AND THEN POWOWO ! the Issa piece...

with his "plum blossoms"

et ceteras

aditya said...

Another post to savour Don. Both Carolyne's and Rehn's work is diversely unconventional, delusory and expands the understanding of haiku!

Issa's plum blossoms reassure that everything is fine .. with the cat

Rachael Stanley said...

Love these two. Rachael

AxoDom Guillerm said...

Hi there,

Like so often
loved the pieces of peace
of these daily daisies.

(Shared on our French FB group : " Amis de la poésie, Bonjour ! ")

AxoDom
from Paris

Charles Gramlich said...

I really like "the weight of a single blossom, on an old man's head." Feels like my life these days.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

These poems, Ed, we pass from hand to hand to hand ...

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Cheers, Aditya. Some good stuff, indeed.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Thanks very much, Rachael.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

AxoDom Guillerm ... thanks so very much for sharing these the French FB group! Much appreciated.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Charles ...

Walking down the street in near 90 degree humid weather, all the blossoms were bowed, deeply.

Hope things are looking up a bit.

Don