Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at the first episode of our new feature in which I will give haiku poets / esses without their own website or weblog a stage to share their haiku. In this new feature, "In The Spoltight At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai" I will introduce haiku poets / esses to you who have shared their haiku with me through e-mail.
In this first episode I love to introduce to you Ubugu (nom de plume of Robert Gibson). Ubugu has emailed me several times and he creates wonderful haiku in my opinion. All his haiku are inspired on the prompts here at CDHK and that makes it a joy to place him in the spotlight.
Ubugu (penname of Robert Gibson) |
My nom de
plume "ubuge" is a Japanese botanical term. Think dandelion fluff.
Strictly defined as: not the fruit or seed but the appendage or group of
appendages aiding in the transport of the fruit or seed. This recognizes
daemonic cryptomnesia, and thereby releases me to continue on my merry way
without fear of indictment.
Speaking of
merry ways, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai has kept me skipping along since the beginning
of this year when she found me. Some points for meditation afforded pause...
that touch
urgent on my shoulder
begs me stay
© Ubugu
And recently Ubugu send me another beautiful piece about himself:
urgent on my shoulder
begs me stay
© Ubugu
Ubugu jr. |
And recently Ubugu send me another beautiful piece about himself:
Life on the river, when we are allowed to
stay still and absorb the view, eventually suggests that the landings and signs
along the way obscure a bounty of unknowables.
I emerged in 1944, a war baby, a preborn bastard fathered by a Air Corps Cadet, carried to
term by a teenage Wisconsin girl. Hardly
uncommon, and practically excusable: grasping for handholds while the world wages
war. The LZ was Shamrock Texas, the eastern
edge of the Llano Estacado. My paternal
grandparents, Dust Bowl survivors and suitcase farmers, made a place for
me. At age 6, I was given over to
Cheviot Hills Military Academy, an exclusive Culver City, California boarding
school. How this was financially possible
still today ranks among my chief unknowables.
There, everything by the numbers.
I learned to make my letters by the numbers. I learned to eat by the numbers. The environment was sterile and
unbending. Then words came along. Then sentences. Then books.
The marks rose off the page, transfiguring into ideas and pictures. The
word for yellow was indeed yellow. The
more words and I played together – coming easy as remembering -- the better
acquainted we became. And thus began my lives in letters. At
every juncture, language patiently adjusted to my level; that which I couldn’t
understand was salted away for future processing.
In my forty-fourth year, haiku formally found
me. I was writing my second book, Rubbings – A Vietnam Pastoral, and found
myself high-centered. The
Higginson/Harter book that literally flew off the bookstore shelf offered a
parsimonious dimension to writing I was made ready to learn. From then on, the architecture and resonance from
little stacks of pebbles joined the Rubbings narrative.
pendulous
spirit
a cloud passes
behind the moon
i feel you there
tho when i look - nothing
blinded angel,
to touch me
i must reach to you
mist and meadow
when I see my friend
distance ceases
Now in my seventy-first year, a mental
haibun travels with me: in a remote old forest of tall redwoods and ferns, a
small cabin. I lean out from a paneless opening, charmed by the wonder in all I
see. The peace is complete save this forest whisper:
everything here
is for you
it is not yours
© Robert
Gibson (penname: Ubugu)
And here are haiku he shared through the mail with me:
Haiku by
Ubugu:
fishing:
learning to
row -
grandfather teaches steering on
something behind
grandfather teaches steering on
something behind
clouds:
many skies,
many seas
a visiting ladybug
likewise
a visiting ladybug
likewise
absurdity /
humor:
funny
his sudden toupee
-- not to him
his sudden toupee
-- not to him
undou:
pendulous
spirit --
a cloud ducks behind
the moon
a cloud ducks behind
the moon
hearing:
whispering
pines --
so - why listen for the voice
of a solitary needle?
© Ubugu
so - why listen for the voice
of a solitary needle?
© Ubugu
Well ... I think Robert or Ubugu is a great and gifted haiku poet and I think that these haiku he shared with us here can be a source of inspiration. However ... for this new CDHK feature I will not create a linking widget, but if you would like to share your inspired haiku than feel free to share them with us in the comment field.
Next week I will place another wonderful haiku poetess in the spotlight on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
PS. I will publish our next episode, a new Tokubetsudesu, later than planned.
Next week I will place another wonderful haiku poetess in the spotlight on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
PS. I will publish our next episode, a new Tokubetsudesu, later than planned.
Stunning work, so many must be read several times. Pendulous spirit, ah, this touches my heart. I will look at the moon differently now, thinking of my mother.
ReplyDeleteThanks Chevrefeuille for the introduction to Robert Gibson...a talented and inspiring poet.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, thoughtful haiku by Ugubu...thanks for inspiring a memory for me:
ReplyDeletehttps://madhatterpoetry.com/2016/04/28/gone-fishing/