miren naku chiru mo sakura wa sakura kana
they fall and scatter…
tracing pink petals
night’s storm determines spring’s end
I leave my heart
The month’s Utabukuro (poembag) prompt by Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem asks us to take a favorite haiku (or tanka), explain why you chose it, and write a haiku (or tanka) inspired by the first.
I was first introduced (at 8) to Issa and haiku. Though we didn’t have cherry blossoms where I lived, we created cherry trees on paper with india ink and pink tissue paper. Haiku always signified art and cherry blossoms seem to sing/dance haiku as they tease and fly.
finger drawn heart
sakura wave last goodbye
one pink petal
spring calls cherry blossoms to fly
nature in full bloom
Welcome to April and the A to Z challenge. This is my fifth year and every year has different challenges. I hope you can be refreshed by a moment of poetry.
Happy April (“A”)
What does April mean to you?
Visiting these folks today over at the Challenge:
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
rays burst in music
blossoms lite on sleepy lashes
spring notes are pink
The prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Shaded by Blossoms
hana ni uzumorete yume yori sugu ni shinan kana
covered with cherry blossoms
if I could die right now
in this dream of mine
© Ochi Etsujin (Tr. Gabi Greve)
Etsujin was a traveling companion and disciple of Basho. At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we are celebrating (this month) the work of Basho and those he inspired.
Floating from heaven
children dance with spring
angels kiss my face
such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!
scattered at my feet
arctic cold grasps pink innocence
spring picks up pieces
children dance around her
adults gather in sad fare well
hands full of beauty
her essence floats off in the basin
tears mist away
faintest pink remains
brown and bruised by the wind
© L. Moon
My Cherry Blossom offering to Carpe Diem as a Solo No Renga
And with Poets United as we celebrate the Cherry Blossom
Everyone feels grief
when cherry blossoms scatter.
Might they then be tears–
those drops of moisture falling
in the gentle rains of spring?
For those of you poets who have not submitted yet, we would love your poems/haiku to encourage the orphans of Ebola
. To those who have thank you !!!
A teen from the Philipines submitted a beautiful poem today I was so humbled by her desire to help.