Monday, May 9, 2016

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 10th "the willow leaves fallen" by Yosa Buson

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

It's my pleasure to present a new episode in our Tan Renga Challenge month to you. As you maybe have seen I use haiku written by classical and non-classical haiku poets / esses. Yesterday we had a haiku by Georgia and today we have a haiku by Yosa Buson, one of the four greatest haiku poets (next to Basho, Issa and Shiki).
Buson was not only a haiku poet, he was also a great painter. He painted several paintings to illustrate Basho's world famous haibun "The Narrow Road Into The Deep North"., but he also created several other wonderful haiga.

Haiga by Yosa Buson
However this month it's not about haiga, its about Tan Renga that short chained poem written by two poets. Here is the haiku by Buson for your inspiration to create the second stanza of this Tan Renga.

the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

A nice haiku to start the Tan Renga with, but not an easy one I think. I have given it a try and came up with the following stanza:

the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there                                   © Buson

the full moon embraces the willow
that reflects in the city pond                       © Chèvrefeuille

Not a strong completion, but I just had an idea and I tried to re-produce that idea in this second stanza. What do you think?

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until May 14th at noon (CET). I will post our new "hokku" (starting verse) for May 12th on our twitter account.


  1. I think a difficult one. The imagery you presented contrasts with BUson's dryness. That collision of opposites makes the resfer think

  2. Gave it a try Kristjaan. And by the way: just noticed some of my writing is included in the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. Thank you so much! Am really honoured.

  3. the willow leaves fallen,
    the spring gone dry,
    rocks here and there Buson

    hot sun overhead
    I remove my pilgrim's robe Joyce Lorenson