here, finally, I open my bag of regrets to the rain
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misty eyed, I walk in the footprints of the early rain
Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, where Basho’s journey to the Deep North (Oku no Hosomichi) continues. After a wretched night in Iizaka hot springs, Basho plods through muddy roads in Kasajima District, passing by villages, that like portents of wet weather were called Raincoat and Umbrella .
the discipline of haiku makes the mot juste even more essential – the idea of bag of regrets melting in the rain conjures the freshness that your image portrays – co clever!
such is the power of your haiku that my heart becomes heavy … beautifully written with subtle power the double haiku work perfectly together.
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Thanks so much…that’s very kind.
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The continuation of the melancholy and uniting it with the rain!
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Yes, in a way… thank you 🙂
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the discipline of haiku makes the mot juste even more essential – the idea of bag of regrets melting in the rain conjures the freshness that your image portrays – co clever!
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Thanks so much Laura, that was very kind. Am attempting this month long prompt at CDHK based on Basho’s haibun.
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No regrets for these haiku!
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Thank you
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Very beautiful. I like that they are individual but also work so well together. Nicely done 🙂
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Thanks so much Ryan..good to see you back online..
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It’s nice to be back 🙂
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Your first haiku did it…so it was with a smile I read your secnd while misty-eyed. Both haiku have the power of a very, very good cup of coffee.
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Thanks Hamish…raising my chai cup to you..cheers 🙂
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great post and lovely pic
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Thank you Mukul…
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welcome
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Lovely~
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Thanks Cindy 🙂
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