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As you all maybe know I am hosting a daily haiku-meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. This almost gone month July we had all wonderful haiku written by the ''big-five'' (Basho, Chiyo-Ni, Buson, Issa and Shiki). Today (July 31st) I published the last episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai of July and that last episode was a haiku by Matsuo Basho (1644-1694). It was his last poem ever, or also called, his death-poem. Here is Basho's death-poem:
ill on a
journey
my dreams start to wander
across dessicated fields
my dreams start to wander
across dessicated fields
© Matsuo
Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
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| Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) |
It's very common in classical times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life. It's however not my intention to write my death-poem already, but I like that custom a lot ... maybe my death-poem will be once carved in my tombstone, but that's not up to me.
How would my death-poem sound? What would it say? I don't know ... it's not my time to pass away ...
My response, my inspired haiku based on Basho's death-poem is the following:
my dreams wander
along the path of my life ...
Honeysuckle blooms
Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away
© Chèvrefeuille
Well ... I hope you did like this post .... see you next time ...
Namaste
8 comments:
Lovely poems Chèvrefeuille
In dreaming, new ideas and new journeys emerge!
An introspective, personal set of two haiku there, two haiku that say more than just something about a nice scent or such. Your haiku always have that light, light touch. Very nice.
Thanks Hamish for these kind words and all who have commented on this post ... thank you ... you are all great!
What a sweet honeysuckle dreaming. Such a gentle drifting along the currents of life.
Envisioning the spirit floating with the scent of the honeysuckle -- wonderful Chèvrefeuille :)
Honeysuckles always remind me of my grandmother - they grew on a fence that surrounded her concrete city yard. I think when she retired to Florida she was able to have more of a yard with other flowers. But being so far away meant less visits.
Honeysuckle the sweet fragrance and taste of my memories. :)
Honeysuckle indeed, Kristjaan, you are always growing higher as your students also blossom.
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