Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at a new episode of Carpe Diem Utabukuro, the special feature in which you may choose your own favorite haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form. This can be written by a classical or modern haiku poet or yourself.
Tell us why that specific haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form is one of your favorites and try to write an all new haiku inspired on the verse of your choice. This week I have chosen a beauty by Basho. As you all know I am a big fan of Basho, and I see him as my master, and every haiku written by him is my favorite, but there are a few which I like the very most. For this week ... one of my favorites by Basho:
morning glories
in the daytime a lock
upon the gate
© Basho (1644-1694)
In
summer 1693 Basho decided to lock himself up. He would like to think
over is his life and closed the gate to his home. You can see this as
a retreat. He needed to seek closure for his life as a haiku
master. During the months of July and August, Basho closed his
gate to visitors. Because the morning glory flower closes up during
the day.
Honeysuckle (the English translation of my penname) |
As
I read this haiku for the very first time I had the idea myself to go
on a retreat, but that's not my way of living. I love people around
me and I, for sure, will not close my gate for visitors. I am the
opposite of Basho. I embrace the people around me. I can't live
without them. Of course ... I take sometimes a few days for myself,
but that's more to come to myself, to get new energy and inspiration.
a
few days
to become myself
and be inspired
the Honeysuckle
in front of my house
guards the gate
to become myself
and be inspired
the Honeysuckle
in front of my house
guards the gate
© Chèvrefeuille
I am looking forward to your favorites.
This Utabukuro episode is open at noon (CET) and will remain open until July 8th at noon (CET). Have fun!
Carpe Diem Utabukuro # 13:
ReplyDeleteI have chosen this haiku because I am surrounded by wildflower meadows...
field guide
lost somewhere among
the wildflowers Steve Sanfield
My offering:
butterflies flutter
from petal to petal
as we pass