Noting Issa
24March 28, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Picture copyright PetruJViljoen
Ah! The neighbours have gone. Their Easter getaway is now over – for this year. All is quiet on the home front again.
Lying on the grass, now unremarked, looking up at the sky through the leaves of the fern tree, sparkling light reflects in the dewdrops still clinging – plenteous shade provided by the avocado at eight in the morning. No discernible breeze but some slight movement sets the fanned branches waving – to and fro.
A blossom, drifting, softly spiralling. Valediction – hail ye indolent one – from a far-flung shore. Unmet, yet recognition.
From where this blossom
Gracing morning’s first coffee –
Ah! dream of Issa.
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Kanzen Sakura is hosting Haibun Monday at Dverse Poets this week. Provided are several haiku by Issa and Basho. We must choose one to base our haibun on. This exercise is called hanami. I chose Issa’s:
“what a strange thing –
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms”
SMiLes.. mY friend.. then..
iN a life full of distractions
i made a Garden of the
perimeters of mY yard
bLocKinG out aLL
distractions..
and after
decades
of building
iT.. finAlly i
am Garden Free..:)
Colors oF Y
i
faLL bloom..:)
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Many smiles! 🙂
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Thanks.. My friend..:)
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You set up a vivid scene of tranquility…where one can focus on those small but meaningful things like a blossom spiraling. Very nice.
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Yu swept me up and carried me right along in your slow-moving stream of consciousness. I enjoyed it mucho.
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Thank you Nan!
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From where this blossom
Gracing morning’s first coffee
One can’t help but wonder on the spectacle. Wonderful lines Petru!
Hank
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Thank you very much!
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A splendid depiction of this scene. Well done!
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Your description of that blossom spiraling as it falls was beautiful.
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Thank you!
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“Ah! dream of Issa” Wherever we are we can enjoy haiku. Very lovely work.
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I like the spontaneity of this…..the wonderment and joy of cherry blossoms.
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I don’t know what a “haibun” is and it’s not in my Webster’s Dictionary….Well, I just looked it up on Wiki and it seems anything can fit….
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There’s much debate of what is haibun or haiku, in the English language. Haibun is basically prose with a haiku that results from the prose. Hope you enjoyed the write.
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Sounds so enjoyable when at last the neighbor’s are quiet and you’re alone with your reflections and a dream of Issa…wonderful.
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What a wonderful word for this – valediction. I love the thought of lying on the grass and seeing the first petal drifting down. And finding Issa in another land – I like this so much. Thank you for posting to the prompt.
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Those moments of quiet are to be valued aren’t they where you can be at peace in a peaceful spot taking stock of the world around you….
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It can get very close to nirvana, or so I’d like to think.
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What a lovely write–love that haiku, that dreaming of Issa!
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A beautiful dream ~ I specially admire this part:
A blossom, drifting, softly spiralling. Valediction – hail ye indolent one – from a far-flung shore. Unmet, yet recognition.
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I enjoyed your haibun, especially the second paragraph. It transported me, I could see myself lying on the grass, and could imagine the sense of spring.
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It’s actually the beginning of our autumn in the southern hemisphere. The last days of the warm weather.
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I can hear the sigh of relief when all is quiet once again! And, alas, there is nothing like the first morning coffee!
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