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Master Matsuo Basho Haiku & me

napowrimo day 23

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Matsuo Basho                                                                        barbara turney wieland

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

  

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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
   
 




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5
6


‘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
   


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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
NaPoWriMo

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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.

stories of time

napowrimo day 10

bundles of hours awake through the flowers

flowers wail through the walls papered

in objects abjectleft to wallow

waiting for purpose

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the old horn bought in Interlaken

by 20 yr old dad set loose on a bus

loose stamps packs of cards photographs of husband

kids curled at the corners rubberbanded balls

paper lined wood dustmarbles foreignnotes folded

flowerpetalspressed potpourridistressed winestains – waiting walls

wail patiently – maybe

just maybe

i’ll come home – maybe

bunches of flowers’ll meet me there.

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not a haiku

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april 10 2021

btw

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First song that came to my mind upon reading the prompt was Ben Howard’s Promise

https://www.google.ch/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwiDg7n7lfPvAhU0wAIHHQsnBaYQyCkwAHoECAMQAw&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DCVUOTzoVeZA&usg=AOvVaw0TzjCrJbdp0GSp2zBPRb83

NaPoWriMo

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Finally, here’s our daily prompt (optional, of course!). It’s called “Junk Drawer Song,” and comes to us from the poet Hoa Nguyen.

  • First, find a song with which you are familiar – it could be a favorite song of yours, or one that just evokes memories of your past. Listen to the song and take notes as you do, without overthinking it or worrying about your notes making sense.
  • Next, rifle through the objects in your junk drawer – or wherever you keep loose odds and ends that don’t have a place otherwise. (Mine contains picture-hanging wire, stamps, rubber bands, and two unfinished wooden spoons I started whittling four years ago after taking a spoon-making class). On a separate page from your song-notes page, write about the objects in the drawer, for as long as you care to.
  • Now, bring your two pages of notes together and write a poem that weaves together your ideas and observations from both pages.