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solo journey (jisei)



trace of autumn
wilting sunflower

trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells

wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden

fading sun dips
to the other side


…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons


Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30  and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral

A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

new dawn (haiku)

Chèvrefeuille wrote this for inspiration at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
“Maybe you know that a lot of haiku poets wrote their Jisei and Werner shared Jane’s last haiku with me through the mail. This was Jane’s last haiku, her Jisei:

with the moon
night too disappears
into the ocean

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

Share your memories and your haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form about Jane Reichhold with us all. Please remember Jane in your heart and let her spirit inspire you.

morning dew
evaporates at sunrise
a skylark’s song

© Chèvrefeuille

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

as the sun dips
beneath the horizon,
dawns the other side


late frost ( Jisei)

This is the last haiku by Basho.  It is now known as his “death poem” or Jisei.

ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across desiccated fields

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

It’s very common in classical  times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life.

Here is our host’s Jisei

my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms

Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away

© Chèvrefeuille


Today on my way to work I was shocked to see new blossoms in the thicket. Most of the flowers are dying except for sunflowers growing through the concrete in the street and tiny daisies among dead bushes.   The bees were busy kissing every flower they could find today and one lone blue butterfly winked at me.

a bed of daisies
unusual blossoms
end of season

a bed of daisies
lie in wait
like poppies

unusual blossoms
caress my weary bones
butterfly kiss

end of season
a late frost


© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

heart aglow
 love still to spare –
liquid blues gaze,
purple veils magenta skies
  fading sunset

(c) Tournesol’15

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