Summer Haiku – BASHŌ

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The more I learn about or delve into the different disciplines of Japanese, Chinese or Korean poetry the I become involved in their history and fall for their attitude, especially towards nature. I love nature, the natural world, the animals, insects etc without which we would be treeless and plantless and starving.

Basho was one of the more well known Japanese poets, not only of his time, here I offer one of his summer haiku for your consideration. Then in all humility I will offer one of my own. Not for comparison but as a mark of respect for the medium.

Basho –

summer grasses …
traces of dreams
of ancient warriors

Denny Bradbury

oak tree in full leaf
what do you keep in your depths
small creatures hiding

Very best wishes for a good summer – praying for those in trouble and turmoil
Denny Bradbury

Old Poems – Old Poets

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I have recently discovered an old poetry book that my mother read.  It is full of treasure.  It does seem to me however that the mood was often rather fatalistic about the world, war and death.  Many looked to the moon for inspiration which may have seemed to be the one constant that they could rely on.  I would like to share one such from Walter de la Mare – Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks in the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Not perhaps one of his most profound but I like it as it is full of the imagery of night.

Very best wishes – Denny Bradbury – Green Poet

The end and beginning – Lenten Journey

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The last foray into daily thoughts – as random as life –

36th

Daffodil yellow filled the eye
now they have gone so transitory but so beautiful
no doubt why

everything has its life span
usefulness and beauty fill the hours while we live work and love
it is the world’s way

37th

Cold cold sun of Holy Week
bitter wind blows from the east making us wait for joy
we wait yet

Warmth of a smile
a friendly face or a kind word and the biting wind
lessens to nothing

38th

In these Islands
battered by Atlantic storms prey to capricious bitter easterly winds
we are driven by the weather

Today is dull and cold
and so are my thoughts as they turn forward to dreams
of summer and warmth

39th

The wait is almost over
it has been a long forty days and nights
how much more for a soul

wandering in the mountains
the cold nights and relentless days leading him to pain
and death

40th

The wait is over
the day has come it is a bleak day but the darkness of the hour
will be transient

The sun will rise again
as we trust and believe
It will be glorious

Denny Bradbury©2017
GreenPoet
❤️💚

Lenten journey – nearly there

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How quickly a journey passes as you near the end. I offer you the next instalment of my random thoughts, thank you for staying with me.

30th

Stand still and listen
what do you hear – the sound of peace or does misery draw near
hounding your senses

stand still and look
with all that you have be aware of the beauty
surrounding you be glad

31st

Did Mary stand with Joseph
with her children by her side trying to decipher the enigma
in their lives

How did their first born son
become so difficult to read alone within the mountains now
but just what did he need

32nd

He wanted them to understand
his time on earth so short but what a journey what a life
just miracles to share

just miracles and prayer and angst
wisdom from the heart wisdom mixed with love and faith
but mostly love

33rd

Passion – what are we to make of it
Passion Sunday – if we do nothing then does that make it
meaningless

Meaningless only
if the last person standing does nothing and walks away
someone will stand up someone must

34th

An owl swooped by
early morn in every way a gift the steadfast sun but bitter wind
April in the shires

the long drear winter
no snow just damp and dull and blackly cloudy sky
we long for warmth

35th

My favourite oak tree
still no green just a thickening of its branches as it prepares
for awakening

just as the disciples
didn’t know what they were waiting for
but it was Awakening

Very best wishes – Denny Bradbury