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Master Matsuo Basho Haiku & me

napowrimo day 23


Matsuo Basho                                                                        barbara turney wieland

the master …………………………. …………………………. the student


the cry of the cicada 

the cry of the cicada
gives us no sign
that presently it will die.

 the girl says hullo dada
curls her fingers
into his palm, beams upwards


‘tis the first snow

 ‘tis the first snow
just enough to bend
the gladiolus leaves.

‘tisn’t first frost
each one comes to burn
delicate fronds further

an ancient pond !

an ancient pond !
with a sound from the water
of frog as it plunges in.  

 fresh coffee
cup swallows sounds of water
falling saltily on surface

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem. You might use a favorite (or least favorite poem) as the source for your response. And if you’re having trouble finding a poem to respond to, here are a few that might help you generate ideas: “This World is Not Conclusion,” by Peter Gizzi, “In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever,” by Wanda Coleman, “La Chalupa, the Boat,” by Jean Valentine, or “Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm,” by Carl Phillips.




there’s a quiet glow

sifted off the powdered snow

crystallized morning






A Haiku-o is a haiku whose first or last lines, or both form a micro poem. The form was perhaps invented by Christopher Perry or perhaps has existed way before he mentioned it to me. We named it Haiku-o. O means tail in Japanese.