moss kigo

山寺の　苔に隠れし　祈り哉 mountain temple - a prayer overgrown with moss

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Comments from friends:

hi gabi
i like the image you portray here, quite serene

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I like the ku and the associations, Gabi. ... 'overgrown' is good and literal in context of your photo, where the 'prayer' is most likely written rather than spoken or thought.

...'overtaken by moss' would be an alternative that would add a humorous note ..but perhaps only to those who share my sense of humour.

My goodness...someone has gone and crocheted a little hot pink beanie for that statue and popped a baby's bib on it, too! What an odd contrast.

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i like this haiku (and the photo) very much!

the haiku tells in a very interesting way about time (the present, the past, about lifetime, about history...)

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Hi, Gabi San, I loved the photo and the haiku -- "a prayer overgrown with moss", no matter how objective here, is also a great metaphor. "Overgrown" is not past tense, but passive (the moss does the action, not the prayer) and there's nothing wrong in using it.

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Gabi, nothing to say about your fine haiku, except "Well done."

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Delightful, Gabi!
I enjoyed the haiku, the photo, the info and the conversation...
an interesting thread!

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Gorgeous haiku, Gabi -
I really like how instructional you are with your haiku. I learn much by reading the links you provide - keep it up! Again, wonderful, visual haiku.

AHA


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MOSS as KIGO



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Good Morning

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Billie Dee did the arrangements !
Here is my original photo and haiku.

Thank you, Billie !




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violet chrysanthemum

good morning ! she nodds in the autumn sunshine shadows in the flower heart - her outstreched arms

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October 31

rather cold asters reach toward the morning sun ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo dew on the petals

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Chianti GREVE

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cheers ...
to the best name
I could wish for






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A spiritual journey through the Greve in Chianti community is aimed at gaining greater knowledge of the development of religious art in a land strongly marked with a human presence and attention to the different forms of devotion that intimately penetrate all the social strata; not only priceless works of architecture, sculpture and art that are found in the most important worship buildings, but also numerous evidences of a relatively minor art that is traceable everwhere, from the isolated chapel in the forest, to the remote crosses on the top of the knolls and hills, to the votive tabernacles scattered along the road network.

Following a route on a quest to discover these works is of extreme interest and the variety of settlements would entail a longer account; we confine ourselves to suggesting two main routes, one across the valley of Greve, and the other along the ridge that separate it from the Valdarno (on the east) and from the valley of Pesa (val di Pesa) (on the west).

VAL DI GREVE / Greve Valley in Italy Toscana, Tuscany



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autumn sunshine

autumn sunshine - flowers, a butterfly and my lazy cat

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Yesterday was the Autumn Haiku Marathon at NHK.
More than 5000 haiku offered within five hours. About 100 discussed during this time. Inahata Teiko and Kaneko Tohta at their best again !

Here is one lesson I learned, more to follow.


State the setting with a suitable kigo and show the actors only. No verb is used in this case.

For example:

withered fields -
father, son and
an old dog



Introducing NHK Haiku


Click HERE to look at the participants.
第35回 列島縦断俳句スペシャル-



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Misty Morning

GokuRakuAn in the morning mist Ancestors Graves Susuki Grass Wilderness

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small life

in the jungle down at the bottom - small life ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo sheltering so much small life - graves of the ancestors

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Here the photo of the spider lilies provides the KIGO for the composition.



Higanbana, the spider lilies for the ancestors


visiting graves, hakamairi, is another kigo for autumn, related to the O-Bon ceremonies.



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dewdrops and spiderwebs

misty morning - almost forgot to get the newspaper dewdrops golden rod Spider Net ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo spider net this spider net hanging in mid air - just for me ?

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kigo for autumn

pampas grass, susuki 芒 (すすき) 薄
[Miscanthus sinensis]

flowering pampas grass, hana susuki 花芒 (はなすすき)


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autumn walk

just one leaf by the roadside - where is the rest ? ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo

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LAST haiku

Aim at the sun and you may not reach it; but your arrow will fly far higher than if you had aimed at an object on a level with yourself. -- F. Hawes That is an interesting thought. My Kyudo (Archery) Teacher would say: Aim behind the target ! Shoot each arrow as if it was your last one ! Be here and now ! and the Kendo Teacher: Batteling with five opponents, use your force as if they were seven. Can we apply this to Haiku? Here is my haiku sensei: Write each haiku as if it was your last one ! There is no tomorrow to reach, there is only NOW to write.

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Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come.

Rabindranath Tagore


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. Death Poems (jisei 辞世) .


Death and dead persons .


Polishing Your Haiku



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TIKKIS from Finland

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That tree, just as
lonesome as I am --
lost all it's leaves

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The other man, just as
lonesome as I am
In this empty universe

(Kerouac)
(p. 181, the last haiku in his collection)

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Turn this way;
I also am lonely,
This evening of autumn

(Basho)


Tomorrow, I promise, I'm writing something else.


... TIKKIS at juhatik.blogspot.com/



just one leaf
by the roadside ...
where is the rest ?

... Gabi at juhatik



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... Loneliness, sadness, melancholy and other emotions
Sabishisa, kanashisa and more


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Sea of clouds

sea of clouds - just looking out of my window autumn morning - the splendid silence of your smile

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My Road to India

road to India - hoping for sunshine at the other side

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WORLD HAIKU FESTIVAL in INDIA 2008


. . . . INDIA SAIJIKI . . . .




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autumn butterflies

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autumn butterflies -
a final dance from
light to shadow





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It was amazing to see the two little yellow ones suddenly disappear, when a cloud covered the late autumn sun and the valley fell into deep darkness ... all of a sudden.

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herfstvlinders -
een finale dans van
licht naar schaduw

Geert Verbeke


................. Scots translation:

hairst butteries -
a hinmaist jig frae
licht tae sheddae

John McDonald


................. Romanian translation:

fluturi in octombrie-
dansul final dintre
lumina si umbra

Vasile Moldovan


................. French Translation:

des papillons d'automne---
dans une dernière danse
la lumière devient ombre

Keith A. Simmonds



Thanks to all my friends from WonderHaikuWorlds for the translations !


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Some friends thought the use of FINAL was too much of a personification here, leading to the death of the butterflies ...

I used it to mean the final moment for myself,
when I could not see them any more, after watching them for about two minutes, they simply vanished in mid-air when the late sunshine stopped to fall on them and they were ... gone, invisible, it was final for me ...


If you extend the meaning of FINAL as seen of the life of the butterfly, this is a different way of interpretation
(I might have intended or not ;) ).


This is a scene I can only observe in late autumn sunshine and enjoy every year to the fullest !

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Issa and world fellows Display in Tokyo
Nakamura Sakuo Special Exhibition
February 2008



Butterflies (choochoo) KIGO

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