futilely,
the roped ram butts - a poor
judge of distance
Ram on a Rope Senryu
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Author Archives: B Gourley
DAILY PHOTO: Yellow Building in Bangalore
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Drunken Tree Haiku
Sky Burial [Tanka]
circling raptors sweep down onto the platform; they peck and tear; when sun-bleached bones remain, nature's hard work begins
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DAILY PHOTO: Imphal Street Scenes
Labyrinthine Lake [Haibun]
Patches of grassy land stand above the water. They lop up the lake into a labyrinth of passageways. Even in a shallow draft canoe, one can often see past the phumdi grass, but still one must know the tiny isles or be trapped among them. a narrow boat silently glides between floating islands
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Flower Festooned [Senryū]
no mansion makes a mind smile like a flower festooned shack
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DAILY PHOTO: Flowery Households of Nagaland
Paddy Shacks [Haibun]
In a quiet valley, terraced rice paddies lie flooded but unsprouted, their glassy surfaces vaguely mirror the sky above. More than the narrow dykes, it's the mere inches of elevational difference that gives each irregular patch of water a distinct appearance. Each one is hit by light from the same distant source, and though they are as close to equidistant from that source as imaginable, each tells its own story in hue and glint. Amid the paddies, squat supply shacks pose as an inhospitable village -- all moat, no yard, and unneighborly distances between them. And yet there is something quaintly soothing about this fiction of a village. squat shacks stand, islands amid paddies -- a faux village
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Tea Swarm [Haibun]
The cone-hatted ladies converge on the plantation, a spreading swarm, picking the fresh green leaves, tossing them over the shoulder into a backpacked wicker basket, leaving behind a flattop trimmed tea shrub. The mid-day rains drive away the pickers for a short time, but they'll be back, squeezing between dripping tea trees, their skirts saturated with the cold morning rain that will steam off into a muggy afternoon. tea pickers head back to the fields after mid-day rains
