Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Olivier Schopfer & K. Ramesh: Wednesday Haiku, #198

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far from home...
the rustle of willow leaves
speaks my language
Olivier Schopfer



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football field...
every ant moves
with a morsel
K. Ramesh



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rustling
in Goddess Kannon's heart...
the willow
                    Issa
                    trans. by David G. Lanoue

 
  best,
Don

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12 comments:

  1. Constance CampbellJanuary 14, 2015 at 1:40 PM

    Lovely. Curious about the goddess, Kannon. Is she also known as Kwan Yin? Forgive my spelling, if incorrect.

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  2. Area 17January 14, 2015 at 1:44 PM

    far from home...
    the rustle of willow leaves
    speaks my language

    Olivier Schopfer

    What a wonderful haiku, and very aural, with an emotive lead-in first line.

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    football field...
    every ant moves
    with a morsel

    K. Ramesh

    The first line lets us be delightfully surprised by where the phrase leads us.

    Two really wonderful haiku making me feel very spoilt in a good way.

    warm regards,

    Alan

    Area 17 blog weblink: Alan's haiku blog

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  3. UnknownJanuary 14, 2015 at 2:00 PM

    I particularly like the first haiku. I get a deep feeling connectivity between myself and the Other. I am a stranger, yet never a stranger.

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  4. Issa's Untidy HutJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:44 PM

    Yes, indeed, Constance - here's some details, with even more names. Don

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    1. ConstanceJanuary 17, 2015 at 12:44 PM

      Thanks, Don. I will enjoy digging into that info

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  5. Issa's Untidy HutJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:45 PM

    Alan:

    High compliments from you ... and very appreciated.

    Don

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  6. Issa's Untidy HutJanuary 15, 2015 at 4:47 PM

    Hubert ... I think you have the first two lines of something percoalting in your note:

    "I am a stranger,
    yet never a stranger ..."

    One more line, my friend.

    Don

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  7. OlivierJanuary 16, 2015 at 4:30 AM

    Alan and Hubert:

    Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean a lot to me.

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2015 at 2:15 PM

    appreciate all of 'em

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  9. Issa's Untidy HutJanuary 17, 2015 at 9:40 AM

    Thanks, Daryl ... means a lot.

    Don

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2016 at 6:10 PM

    Lovely work! :)

    marion

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  11. Issa's Untidy HutJanuary 19, 2016 at 2:53 PM

    Thanks for the comment, Marion. Best, Don

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