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fall transmuting burnt-
out green of summer
soon into red gold
-R. Angeli
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Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things--mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity--and enjoy the falling blossoms and scattering leaves.
One should know that a hokku is made by combining things.
The secret of poetry lies in treading the middle path between the reality and the vacuity of the the world.
One must first of all concentrate one's thoughts on an object. Once one's mind achieves a state of concentration and the space between oneself and the object has disappeared, the essential nature of the object can be perceived.
When you are composing a verse, let there not be a hair's breadth separating your mind from what you write. Quickly say what is on your mind; never hesitate a moment.
Composition must occur in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree, or a swordsman leaping at his enemy. It is also like cutting a ripe watermelon with a sharp knife or like taking a large bite into a pear.
Is there any good in saying everything?
-Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) From his treatise on poetry, LEARN FROM THE PINE
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sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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The depths of the sea.
In the small coastal village of Cresthaven, nestled between rugged cliffs and sweeping dunes, there lived a young girl named Marina. From her bedroom window, Marina could see the vast expanse of the sea stretching out before her, its depths an endless mystery that beckoned her curious mind.Marina had always been fascinated by the sea. As a child, she would spend hours combing the shoreline for seashells and watching the waves crash against the rocks. But as she grew older, her fascination turned into something deeper—a longing to unravel the secrets hidden beneath the surface.One stormy evening, as the sky darkened and the wind howled outside, Marina sat by the fire with her grandfather, listening to his tales of the sea. He spoke of ancient ships lost to the depths, of creatures lurking in the darkness, and of treasures waiting to be discovered.But it was one story in particular that captured Marina's imagination—the legend of the Depths of the Sea. According to her grandfather, there existed a place far beneath the waves where the ocean floor dropped away into a bottomless abyss. It was said that only the bravest and most skilled sailors dared to venture there, for it was a place of both wonder and peril.From that moment on, Marina was consumed by a single thought—to find the Depths of the Sea and uncover its secrets. She spent every spare moment studying maps and charts, learning the ways of the ocean, and honing her skills as a sailor. And as she grew older, her determination only grew stronger.Finally, the day came when Marina felt ready to embark on her quest. With her trusty boat, the Seabird, and a small crew of fellow adventurers, she set sail into the unknown. For weeks they journeyed across the open sea, facing fierce storms and treacherous currents, but Marina never wavered in her resolve.Then, one morning, as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, they spotted it—a swirling vortex of water, like a gateway to another world. With a sense of both excitement and trepidation, Marina steered the Seabird into the maelstrom, her heart pounding in her chest.As they descended into the depths, the world around them transformed. Strange and beautiful creatures darted past the windows of the Seabird, their colors shimmering in the faint light. And below them, the ocean floor fell away into darkness, a yawning chasm that seemed to stretch on forever.But Marina pressed on, her eyes fixed on the prize that lay ahead. And then, suddenly, they saw it—a city of ruins, half-buried beneath the silt, its ancient spires reaching towards the surface like fingers of the lost.With a sense of awe, Marina and her crew explored the sunken city, marveling at its beauty and mystery. They discovered treasure beyond their wildest dreams—jewels and artifacts of untold value, hidden for centuries beneath the waves.But as they delved deeper into the ruins, they also uncovered something else—a dark secret that had lain dormant for eons. A creature of nightmare and legend, ancient and terrible, stirred from its slumber and rose up to challenge them.In a desperate battle, Marina and her crew fought for their lives, their swords flashing in the dim light. And in the end, it was Marina herself who delivered the final blow, driving her blade deep into the heart of the beast and vanquishing it once and for all.As they emerged from the Depths of the Sea, battered but triumphant, Marina knew that she had found what she had been searching for—a place of wonder and peril, beauty and danger, where the mysteries of the ocean lay waiting to be discovered.And though she returned to Cresthaven a hero, Marina knew that her journey was far from over. For the sea was vast and boundless, and the Depths of the Sea were but one small part of its endless expanse. And so, with the wind in her sails and the salt spray on her face, Marina set forth once more, ready to explore the wonders that lay beyond the horizon.
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
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I loved your haiku, very creative word-age there!! Great work Rob!
DAMN, mic drop. "Transmuting" is a perfect choice. And you have the breath pause too...A perfect haiku, my friend. Love that you included info on the form too; always good to know about the form you're writing in! Not that I'd expect anything less from you. ;)
👏 Angeli: I envy your skill of creating beautiful word still lifes. Distilling an essence yet leaving its magnificence is no easy thing. 🧡👏🧡
writing skills are truly impressive
Wonderful haiku and I love after stuff.
Gorgeous haiku about my favorite time of year. 🍂 I especially love the use of the words ‘transmuting’ and ‘burnt.’ Not only is it a vivid description of the changes in the natural world, fiery in color—but also a great metaphor for what autumn symbolizes metaphysically. Walking through fire. Death and rebirth. A purification and transmutation on a personal level as we head into winter, the home stretch of a solar calendar year and closing of a cycle.
I'm pretty obsessed with this haiku, Rob! Gorgeous work! Also love the quote from Basho! Going to explore further.
Your Haiku reminded me of this line from Taylor Swift's song, Daylight: I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden. I loved your Haiku!
Excellent!
Matsuo is very wise. Thoughts are fleeting, they come in fast and rush away like the wind. Catch and harness them fast. Vaey true. This Haiku is so whimsical, I so love fall leaves, even the bareness of winter has its beauty. And i just got an idea for a poem. Fascinating, is it not.
Great imagery.
Nothing about your work is generic.Beautifully written and symbolic on many levels. Stunning 🤍
lovely haiku and words about hokku -- thanks for sharing the wisdom -- chomp -- a juicy pear!
Like red gold! Fantastic haiku!
Stunning 😍
Wonderful poem :) Hard disagree on the “ Quickly say what is on your mind; never hesitate a moment” part of the educational aspect lol If I did that, none of the poetry I write would be any good lol
Wow… I loved this imagery! Your way with words is so vivid 😃 Awesome!!