We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

22.9.21

Leaps

 Leaps


September wind —

as Spring begins, so many
deaths to remember


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red berries —

I was walking

my children


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  strong wind

  a banging door –

  the anniversary of his death


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cleaning out

the cupboards —

I miss you


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green tree snake

slithers through my plants

keeping low


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Equinox ritual 

cancelled by lockdown —

full moon rises 






 


 












Lesson 5 in David Lanoue's Write Like Issa is about going deeper, by means of 'the surprising "leaps" from image to image' which American poet Robert Bly sees as 'a core quality of powerful poetry.' Lanoue adds that 'Bly's concept of leaping derives from the subjective experience of juxtaposition' and that such juxtaposition is 'without doubt a key tool in Issa's poetic toolbox.' He suggests that such leaps are required of the reader's imagination too. 


(One of these, the second, was a memory rather than a present experience – but one that happened across me in the present, triggered by a particular image I saw.)



26 comments:

  1. Spring as a season can be a symbol of life and death depending on how you look at it. I also enjoyed the third and fourth piece. So much loss and longing ❤️

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  2. I like this personal micropoetry...sad sensitive and beautiful

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  3. It's true the saying, poetry meets us where we are. I find your series of haikus today affecting, especially the first piece.

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  4. Enjoyed your very effective juxtapositioning. Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Happy Sunday

    Much💖love

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  5. Thank you for the highly enjoyable master class on juxtaposition. You handled it so beautifully.

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  6. sad, but lovely micropoetry.
    the 3rd one begs the question : did he come back?

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    1. You mean like a ghost? No ... but in spirit (which is not the same thing) yes, often.

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  7. I always admire your haikus, Rosemary. You say so much with such few words!

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  8. loved all of these haiku rosemary, you and i both share a very strong admiration for the poetry of issa, and the man himself. for me, he is the quintessential beatpoet, and his beatitude reigns supreme, that's how i see it anyway. i am currently working on my second tribute poem to him, i will share my first tribute to him next sunday in this forum. again, loved these poems rosemary

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    1. I love your description of him as a beat poet, and of course you're so right. Great insight! I very much look forward to reading what you have to say next Sunday.

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  9. It's a poetic treat to pause after each one and reflect, imagine, see.

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  10. These are wonderful, Rosemary. I like how easy I can see the images your word paint, the emotions--especially the banging door in the third haiku. You've made very curious about Issa.

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    1. Issa's lovely! Lanoue says, in the book I've been studying, that while Basho and Buson inspire reverence, Issa inspires love. You get an idea why when you know that Issa was the pseudonym he chose for himself and it means 'cup of tea'. He was what Aussies would call a 'dag' – a hard word to explain. I once heard it translated as 'uncool' and that comes close, but 'endearingly uncool' might be even closer; we Aussies love our dags! And they aren't daggy on purpose, it's just how they are.

      Issa was a slob, in some ways a fool – and one who could laugh at himself, didn't pretend to be anything but what he was, and had huge compassion for children, animals, even insects, and the unfortunate. He celebrated the common people.

      I do love the sublime Basho too – but indeed with more reverence, whereas Issa feels like a mate (what you would probably call a buddy).

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  11. This is interesting, Rosemary. I'm reading these four different ways and find a wonderment each time.

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    1. Now I am intrigued to speculate on your various readings! But it has been said that when we share our poems with others, they are no longer entirely ours – the interpretation belongs to the reader.

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  12. Your last one makes me wonder "Do our rituals mean anything then if the full moon still rises?"

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    1. Well, (a) it is the wheel of the EARTH year they turn, (b) solitary observances work too, (c) I took the rise of the full moon as a positive sign, since that is also a magical time.

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  13. Each of these is a wonder ... I sense sadness, loss, change and know how deeply you journeyed to gift them.

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  14. I think we can never not miss someone we love...

    Thank you for these little snippets of grief, Rosemary. They are tender and true.

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