water parts,
rounding a boulder,
then is reunited.
Reunited [Haiku]
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DAILY PHOTO: Canoe in the Mekong Delta
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Algae Patterns (Haiku)
swirled striations
in the pond algae
reflect floating clouds.
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“Spring Rise” by Fan Chengda [w/ Audio]
In Spring, the waters rise --
Shore grass sways with breezes,
And geese drift right beside;
Boats glide as the stream pleases.
Yon pagoda looks far,
but feels quite close.
Streamside, one feels a chill.
Fields have yet to be plowed --
Not while the torrents spill.
Mulberry limbs are bowed.
Soon we'll have a taste,
and harvest cocoons.
NOTE: The title of this poem is 蝶 戀 花. Xu Yuanchong uses the quite literal “Butterflies in Love with Flowers” as his translated title. I chose differently because a wet Spring is the throughline of the poem and, well, there are no explicit butterflies (or flowers) in the poem [only their potential.] Of course, maybe that’s exactly why the original is a great title.
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Dead Tree Stillness [Haiku]
clouds drift upon
mirror clear waters;
dead tree stillness.
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Cold Stream [Haiku]
Spring flows:
frigid and silt gray --
rush down the mountain.
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Waterfall Wildflowers [Haiku]
wildflowers thrive
in the cracks of a cascade;
their days numbered.
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The Lily [Haiku]
a single lily
stands out in a pond of pads:
bright to browned.
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One Fish [Haiku]
solitary fish
darts about at lake's edge:
taunting fates & fishers.
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Death of a Stout Tree [Common Meter]
Oh, those high waters are rising;
They've spilled their banks in flood,
Slouching toward the Tree of Life:
Its roots immersed in mud.
That tree is just so stout & straight --
Unambitious of height --
Not man nor beast could knock it down,
Regardless of their might.
But just a long soak of its roots --
A gift of too much good --
And then a well-timed gust of wind
Will turn that tree to wood.
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