Blog of the Week~Wabi Sabi

At her blog of the same name, Wabi Sabi writes an eclectic mixture of wonderful haiku and other poetic forms, not to mention her stunning photography. This poet captures the essence of haiku wonderfully, her voice often echoing the tone of the old masters. I include a sampling of her recent work for your enjoyment. You will find much to delight you at Wabi Sabi - our Blog of the Week. In the Time Before Dawn totally gob-smacked me recently in the Poetry Pantry. I already had this poet set to go as our Blog of the Week, and simply had to add it in. Enjoy!

In The Time Before Dawn

In the time before dawn

the sky is another country,

all purple and windy, 

with a strand of pink haze

wrapped around the horizon,

embracing the morning star,

snuffing out her beauty

like a candle tilting in the bruised wind;

the gulls write their story

across the snow clouds,

their crying captures a word- juggler

in time’s lonely aspect

sustaining her in the warp and weft of the storm.

The poet planned an epic tale,

woven out of the fugue state of winter

sent by the devils of the night,

but her meager notes mention

only that the sky is still another country,

all purple and windy,

even after dawn.

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©2014 Wabi Sabi

Sunken Meadow in Summer Wabi Sabi 2013

NO LONGING

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summer day -

the breeze, the green, the egret

oh! not a single yearning!

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Haiku Bandit Society Moon Viewing Party

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silent night -

                 again, the cicadas miss

              the green corn moon

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SILENT

Here is a wonderful haibun I could not resist!

HAIBUN

Planting seeds in the spring requires an enormous leap of faith.  For the farmer who plants many acres or the gardener with a tiny vegetable patch, the distance from that early spring day to  harvest is often measured in the number of  bug battles, the hours of prayer for good weather, the pounds of weeds ripped from the soil and of course, months of back-breaking labor.  The seed embraces the soil, the sun and the water in a magical dance of life.  The wise farmer knows that he participated in this miracle too!

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ripe tomato -

slicing up the sun’s warmth

for lunch

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One can almost taste the sun-warmed tomatoes. And a very touching poem about two little sisters:

If Only She Had Stayed

Esther dreams 

of a period filled 

with gauzy comings and goings,

she has a vision of two little girls,

 how many years ago?

pajama clad 

nestled on the floor

the tv tuned to jackie gleason,

some kind of tribute show.

one sister has to leave

going by subtle degrees,

creeping away like a hermit crab

crashing into another world

leaving behind an empty shell,

and her only sister.

 no one had the power

to persuade her to stay,

not Esther,

not anyone,

 and before she leaves,

she carefully opens up 

a hungry space in Esther’s heart.

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Wonderful work, Wabi Sabi! Thank you for your deep and meaningful poetry, and for your active and long-term participation at Poets United. We look forward to enjoying much more of your work.