this world
is a dewdrop world
but yet... but
Master Issa wrote this after the death of his beloved daughter from smallpox...
Even though he understood that we are dewdrops only here on earth for a moment, he was devastated
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
she wrings seawater
and moonlight
from her blonde hair
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
monarch butterflies
held within the pages of
a school book
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
cold spring day
her daughter's shadow rests
on the tombstone
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
A rainbow appeared
in the mist over the falls
hints of love you say
all I see is black and white
no color just shades of grey.
Surreal vision
painted with broad strokes
I still do not see
the vibrant colors you do
woven with the tint of love
Shimmering colors
in the mist over the falls
I will never see
love carried by a rainbow
no colour just shades of grey
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Your tight mini dress
changes the shape
of my designer jeans
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
the simplicity
of the haiku resides in
the frog's serenade
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC