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)
Winter certainly has been a worthy adversary in these parts… finally a taste of spring has whet the imagination to thaw here in New Jersey. Here is a spring work from last year when spring arrived a bit earlier.
someone away I suppose. Those who might prefer a menu to prose… Still plugging away on some 2017 material, here are three more to toss into the ether… for better or for worse, bathwater and all.
A couple more from 2017… I will get current one of these days (soon… no, really!). I remember writing these but I do not remember the mood I was in… even though they were on the same scrap of paper, birthed at the same time. Much like fraternal twins I suppose.
Still catching up on some older stuff… not much else to say on this one. I’ll let the words speak for themselves. (although I do have a special place in my heart for “rear view”… it is something that I think about often, an image I have never been able to forget to this day)
Shades of My Garden 