Here, the last poem from my book Figures: 32 Poems:
FOR BASHO
Frog jumps in.
You hadda be there.
On a now-defunct list there was a serious go-round of haikus a couple of
years ago, for which I wrote the following rather strict renga (haiku were
traditionally written as parts of a renga, one poet writing the first
haiku, another responding with two lines, etc. Mine is a solo. It's being
published in the next Tinfish):
RENGA
Summer? In Sumer
I'd expect it.
But here?
Waver of light rising
off the tarmac.
In such a state
anything,
tire tracks.
...and if I were a bird
I would fly away...
Harvest moon
through smoke
rising, enormous.
Filtered by leaves the light
stains your face.
Made love to
on the deep soft
purple duff.
Come out come out come all ye
wherever you are.
Easy to leave
Cheyenne
this morning.
A mountain somewhere
with something on it.
Having pissed, polar bear
is whiter
than snow.
Frozen, Moon River flows
through frozen fields.
Each day the bird
has learned
a different tune.
Repetition the wild card
in this game.
Who wrote who wrote who
wrote the
book of love?
Ask her: who wrote, wrought
what? "Which needs?" she says.
First there is
a mountain
with a white bear.
Fly away, build a nest
and shriek your heart out.
Only bees
can understand
the flowers.
One can refuse to be
reborn, maybe.
At 11:19 AM 5/7/2005, you wrote:
>Three of my attempts, one classic, one adaptive like Janet's, one
>funny-ha-ha.
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>Haiku
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>The pine branch is white
>with dawn frost, soon to vanish
>forever again.
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>The brown leaf
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>A brown leaf falls from the oak tree.
>I saw a single snowflake on your cheek.
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>Frog
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>A frog sits by the
>unrippled surface of an
>ancient pond. Well?
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