in memory of
the spring now passing
I drew
the long clusters of wisteria
that move like waves
© Masaoka Shiki
In cold, grey embers
my fingertips, eager seek
memories
of golden springs long past
nature fragrant songs it sings
~mdw
The prompt for today at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is the poet Shiki a man who understood suffering and pain.
Tanka traditionallyis 5 lines written in 5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Love the haiku’s imagery and emotion.
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Thanks so much for your kind visit Tyrean 🙂
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What can I say you are a terrific poet, Leslie.
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You are a kind friend Ranu!
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Quite lovely.
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aww thanks I was just in the garden playing with words
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memories of spring are full of colours and freshness…. loved your version!!
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spring is the eternal season 🙂
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Like the speaker in the poem, I too find myself grasping for memories…
Peering Under the Bean Leaves
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there’s always one or two to grasp hold of 🙂
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Beautifully done.
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Thanks as always for your visit 🙂
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I like the image of “fragrant songs.”
Cradling Next Summer
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The birds and flowers sure know how to sing them 🙂
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There is a song in the spent embers of our memories… lovely.
Yes, the bones throughout was a conscious effort, thanks. ~Jules
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A wonderful response on this haiku Leslie
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