December 7th 2015 | buds in winter

  • Today’s post marks one month of writing haiku/haibun. I hope all of you are enjoying them; and my thanks to all who have commented. At first, I was only going to write haiku, but they readily became haibun. Now, as I begin to  understand the form, I already imagine ways to more expansively explore it.

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buds in December—
····the old tree·dreams of another
············summer

 

I’ve been meaning to cut down an old maple.  There’s one branch left. I go out but change my mind. Though winter is arriving, the limb is already blackened by buds.

31: December 7th 2015 | bottlecap

3 responses

    • Interesting! What yours, Tim, does for me is underscore how rich the haibun format is with which Patrick’s playing. The two pieces of your response are parts I can grasp, but I want/need more to help me put them together into a whole that is greater than . . .

      As for errant maples, Patrick, I laid down — perfectly as intended, in the end — an 18-incher last week which over the last ten years had hogged so much of what used to be the sun-space over the bedroom skylights that Sarah Margaret and I could no longer track the westward roll of the heavens at night. It started out an apparent thirty-minute snap . . . until it became an eight-hour over two days creative problem-solving exercise in cable, chain, and come-along placement — including a sign for 24 hours on the roadside warning anyone venturing into that patch of woods that there was a major unresolved man-made dead-fall ahead. I loathed the eight hour labor after the bait and switch of the thirty-minute tease, but loved the cogitation and the end result!

    • Hey Hendrik, I know what you mean. I’ve always liked knowing a little annotation when reading haiku, esp. an author’s, which is why I like haibun and especially Basho’s. On the other hand, you might enjoy the book “Basho and his Interperters“, reading how differently different readers have interpreted his haiku can be fascinating and a kind of annotation in itself.

      We had a Maple like yours right behind our house. There was nowhere for the tree to drop. Had to call in a pro which, in Vermont, means one guy with a rope, cleats and an arborist’s chainsaw.

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