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Poisonous Poetry

                 Poisonous Poetry The shell of the cicada; It, scraping, caroled itself Utterly away.   ~ Bashō     Mourning over its Dead body, over its shell; The cicada’s voice.   ~ Yayu When I am just a heavy shell-like thing Awaiting worms and dessication, will...

Silent Explosions, Please

          Silent Explosions, Please The firefly Gives light To its pursuer. ~ Ōemaru The firefly gives gleams, Green light to its pursuer. Green again, again. ~ A haiku by Ōemaru westernized by Phillip Whidden Its green is life, permission, yes, and go. The green is...

Hesitancy

                 Hesitancy Being chased The firefly Hides in the moon. ~ Ryōta When poetry is analyzed too much, It starts to lose its meaning or its force. A haiku clarified with heavy touch Becomes transparent to the mind, of course, But dies inside the heart.  The...

Looking for His Love

           Looking for His Love   The first firefly! It was off, away,— The wind left in my hand.                        ~ Issa   The firefly lands by chance upon my hand And flashes there, blink, blink in twilight green. In growing darkness little glows expand,...