magpie gripes (another unpublished haiga, an experimental image)
magpie gripes
over empty skies
a haiga from my iPod, the third line being the image or what and how it is read as a composite
autumn flowers haiga
autumn flowers
bee and i count down
our choices
haiku: alegria imperial
image: eleanor angeles
deep in a pool (tanka though still not sure)
deep in a pool
a school of tadpoles wriggling
inveigles my thoughts
of a summer evening
to fall in love with a frog
It’s strange how thoughts take on an unintended form or lines simply write themselves out as if they simply ooze out of fingertips like this tanka-ish reflection. The image emerged from a ginko walk at the Chinese Buddhist Temple in Richmond we of the Vancouver Haiku Group had a month ago. The ‘pool’ is the bonsai pool but not tadpoles, instead a school of gold fish darted through moss covered stones. So why the frog? I had thought of Basho and the frog then out of nowhere or perhaps the stillness water always brings on in me as in that morning while gazing at the depth on the pool invited the frog to my lines…how strange and unexpected thought processes can be sometimes.
in the mist/frosted dawn (#24b & #25 for NaHaiWriMo with brief self-critique)
#24b for NaHaiWriMo (#24 posted at facebook site)
in the mist
waiting to meet you–
budding crocus
A double kigo for spring. I don’t know if it works. But I also see in it two meanings: ‘mist’ for uncertainty, ‘budding crocus’ for hope, reassurance.
#25
frosted dawn–
his words hang
over coffee
I’m not sure about the juxtapostion of image, kigo and meaning here. But I like it.
gouache image
gouache image
of itself in the sky–
winter moon