I suppose there might just be such a thing. I think schools teach Haiku in that manner as if Basho is some amalgamation of simple patterns. Not that I am writing Haiku here… just spouting off before posting some of my own work.
“untitled” 4/14/2017
cracked dry vines
on a zebra patched fence
hold within the promise of spring
still firmly coated in
the dead soils of season’s past,
ready to feel the snap
of the union of fate and time
to cultivate one more climb from dust.
my sense and logic
go about upon the look
of your eyes
(so I remember)
and the wash of your smile
all these long ages – miles
my mouth has worn thin
the thought of you makes them tremble
your dream is intoxicating
like swirls of smoke dancing ’round
spiraling about me
twirling
beyond sense,
past sensibility.
I grasp for the core
of sanity
but my hand is bare
so I chance to envision
to cultivate a memory
a full bloomed petal’s velvet touch
upon my lips
the faint hope
wisp of bliss-
your lips.
DMK Note: “zebra fences” is a specific reference to a type of fence common (or at one time) common here in the US Northeast (here is a good example). They have a very distinct look and sound… and generally rust out making them oh so fun to tangle with when you are a kid (yay tetanus!).
Musical Interlude of the moment…. Katatonia “The Racing Heart” (live, acoustic)
