Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Annie Brodrick & Kala Ramesh: Wednesday Haiku, Week 63

Photo by Skert



as it is above
nature of acquiescence
so it is below
     
     Annie Brodrick





 Photo by Mary K. Baird






holding the note
the way a cuckoo does . . .
first light

     Kala Ramesh






Artwork by Koryūsai Isoda





gobble up
my dawn dream...
cuckoo!
     Issa
     translated by David G. Lanoue






best,
Don



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8 comments:

  1. just Monday
    I bought a "new" very similar to that in Isoda's painting
    black tea pot and two white Japanese tea cups
    (made in China) at the Value Village

    I also got a metal whisk (to whisk the tea) &
    a "new" pair of shorts very stylish only the button missing...

    now, with a second tea cup, and something to wear, I am ready for a visitor... I hope that she is, alo, like the lady in the painting : 'dressed to the nines'

    all of the above cost $2.50 (the tea pot lid has a chip
    on it s lip ... perfect

    like the rest of your today"s..

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  2. two nice poems. great job picking the photos, they go perfectly with the haiku.

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  3. Ed:

    The perfect little chip, with time to sew a button, whisk tea ... and live.

    Don

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  4. Greg:

    Thanks for the kind words - I do put in some time trying to dovetail work and image.

    Don

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  5. yes that "perfect" flaw/chip in the tea pot
    like the accidental splatter of paint (ink) on a sheet ...

    gives an essence/meaning to this
    Perfect Life that we live
    that goes far beyond all of the Bull Shit that we are fed !
    for a 'good' read go into Soetsu Yanagi's chapter:
    The Beauty of Irregularity in his
    The Unknown Crafstman

    now ?
    back into the process of
    writing (my):
    Poems Of An Urban Hermit
    I think that that just might be the title;

    not Perfect, but what is ?

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  6. Like the worn marble steps, beveled in the middle after 125, at the main Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh, who all walked there, the many souls - Cather, Wilson, old Andrew himself, the robber baron - and the poor, just trying to get by with a simple book and a little warmth.

    I think of them everyday as I wear them down myself ... that little chip in the teacup ...

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