From My hovel in the Willamette National Forest #73

Like the ones

Dreaming of a white xmas

I used to know

An excerpt from my recently published 4th edition of JIKU

          Haiku are meant to act as in the moment observations ... Observations intended to impact the reader in a way that will have a transitory effect in that moment of viscerally holding and reading them ... Much like an intricate Tibetan Sand Mandala ... Often they're created day and night over several days ... Only to be viewed for a few minutes or hours ... then wiped away by the same monks that created them ... The act of creating and then destroying the Mandalas in part symbolizes the impermanence and momentary nature of life ... This is what we literally strive to do with haiku

 

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #22

melodic woodwinds
thematic old growths swaying
earthen harmony
woodland ampitheatre
a forests sensory play

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #20

chewing pine needles

from an uprooted old growth

umm! Vitamin C

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From my hovel in the Willamette Forest #14

Northwest Cathedral

mossy   knotted   gnarled   sap!   STUMPED!!

old growth avatar

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #13

drifting thru shadows

swirling clouds ride up sunbeams

smoke fleeing my flue

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #12

sunbeams descend thru trees

where stack smoke gathers to breath

fore rising above the trees

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #10

sap seeps from bark cracks

from a scabs crack blood oozes

natures IV drips

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #8

Seasonal change

woodlands artistic process

forest foliage

the willamette's cold wet air

a forest breathin bear!

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #6

(Haiku) Wet forest floor

(V) rain spray paints the ferns

 

(H) ethereal clouds paint trees

(V) while up the mountain

 

(H) sun rays spotlight me

(V) those sunbeams trickle thru the trees

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #5

midday mist murky trail

up into the clouds ascend

mountain solitude

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #4

fallen holey leave

strewn atop brown pine needles

cool-wet, NorthWest breeze

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #3

sitting for moments

till time to stoke the fire

degrees of emotions

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #2

diffuse full moonlight

See! crickets hum in high grass

As fall's warmth abates

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From my hovel in a National Forest #36

Two degrees 

Warsaw Poland-climate farce

Lulled by corporate warmth

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #1

Off a tree steam rises

Under sunbeams Autumn reins

Drawn out by falls cold

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fore the Dalton (HWY)

are those Aspen  -  Birch

a stand astride the permafrost 

beseeched by tundra

 

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Alaskan Aspen

a bare stand

 

barren branches form

 

a community

 

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #50

From my hovel

that smokey smell lingers

From "Up the Mtn"

"From my hovel somewhere in a National Forest #47

Two degrees outside

smoke from my wood-stove chokes me

still   two degrees outside

From my hovel in the Willamette Forest #53

white waters streaming

the soothing sound of water

smell wet mossy rocks

the Mckenzie River flows

cool Salmon breeding grounds

From my hovel in the Willamette Forest #30

winds n' rivers sing

clouds n' sun crest treelines

on snowcapped mountains

From my hovel in the Willamette Forest #28

A snowcapped Mountain

Churns a cloudy Ocean

orderly disorder

natures   coexist

Cosmic Integration

snowflakes melt

like powdered sugar

on ones tongue

Up in Canada's Yukon

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #25

  life is closing in 

clouds descending with the wind

seasoned journey ends

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #23

willamette forest

mountain squatters hovel

fickle warmth       wood fire

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           "Haiku are meant to evoke an emotional response from the reader ... to light the spark that triggers creative rumination ... They act as literary manifestations ... visions of nature’s seasonal modulations ... They're emotionally tinged words, barely perceptible sensory flickers ... literary etchings of lucid visions transposed to the minds of its readers ... They're meant to act as sensory catalysts ... like the passing of a penciled baton laid out upon a piece of paper that a reader might grasp for in their mind's eye ... all of which prompts the reader to continue exploring the sensory experience elicited from the writers pen ... This is how the literary sketching of poets are intended to function ... as creative stimulants with which readers can draw from and into their own artistic idioms ... from that lucid space within their heads ... where their minds eye can spark their own creative visions"

University of ?

academic scoff

detached civility

cordial engagement

committee of a higher calling

tenured nobility

 

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From my Willamette National Forest Hovel #18

a weathered season

the age of fall unfolding

browned ferns       fall buds

ferns droop under hard wet woe

dawn leaves   fern frost blossoms

From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #15

moonlit mountain winds

rushing through valley nostrils

shrieking treetop breeze

Yukon #4

iconic cabin by day

 wilderness symbology

 last nite a campsite

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From my hovel in the Willamette National Forest #16

swirling dervish

blown upwards, climbing sunbeams

treelined scattered smoke

Letting go

I drop like rain

my destination unknown

let go   s-p-l-a-t-t-e-R

 

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THE YUKON #2

$89 bucks a nite

feasting bed bugs nip and bite 

an AL-CAN Delight

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YUKON #3

$12 dollars a nite

flat on my back in my tent

awed by northern lights

(tanka extension)

bare bones provincial campground

pay ur fee-set up ur site

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Samsara-Nirvana

Leaves fall cross my path

on wind and forest path

rebirth glimpsed in colour

My life ebbing

a faucet leaks into a sink

full it overflows

A repost for this Autumn-Winter

sky blue      browns   greens   greys

bespeckled forest floor

falls foliage morgue

coloureds      leave shards      strewn about

fading brilliance                top soil

From the book JIKU

hear puddles crackling ?

in a muddy riverbed

drifting snowflakes pool

In the Yukon #1

on the Al-Can

man is abject      Nature swells

roads bide upheavements

In B.C. #6

             Canada('s)

beguiling   big browned aspen's

bare   Cold   whiteness

barkless

On a manzanita tree

see that dog pee !

fifteen thousand feet

empty, calm Tibetan Breeze

blue      mt clouds peek

In B.C. #4

Iskut Thunder

lightning strikes      spark rainbows

Kinaskan Summer

In the Alaskan Tundra #1

      Alaskan tundra

treeless      flat      boggey land

sea? Caribou migration

In the Cascades #2

A      C   L   O   U   D        W   A   L   L

skims deciduous tree lines

natures hyle gully

In B.C. #5

B.C. Birch!   Aspen!

wintered   weathered   browned

Stands      Sway attention

In B.C. #3

Iskut B.C. 

picnicking by roadside 

foraging Grizzles

In B.C. #2

refuse barrels

liter the thirty seven's

pristine wilderness?

In the Cascades #1

by dimming light

Oh!      what a glorious sight

(3) Sisters glow      (by) twilight

Spring Kimonos

Edo's blossoming (to) day

IMPERIAL CREST

A Meiji aesthetic

eternal      Cherry Blossoms

From the recently published 3rd edition of "JIKU"

Cherry Petals Draw

A visual eulogy

falling past their prime

From the 3rd edition of "JIKU"

Yoshino's blossomed

petals browned in muck

to my soul are stuck

Montana, decades ago

I watch moonbeams

disapearing over a mountain top

around a mountain switchback,

the voice of Grizzly BEARS,   rising

no gun-no bear spray-just rusty old bear bells,  

heavy and cold upon my toes

A tanka for Hiroshige's Tale of Genji Print

A Contemporary Haiga

fickle Genji

screened      Lady Murasaki ?

emotions flicker

clouded composition      hoax ?

pretence of a three nite stay ?

Haiku for Hokusai's Hodogaya on the Tokaido Road/Hodogaya on the Tokaido Road

Contemporary Haiga

a gnarled framing

a skewed composition

passing Mt Fuji

A Haiku for Hokusai's Nakamaro Watching The Moon From A Hill/Abe no Nakamaro (Chao Heng)

Contemporary Haiga

poetic

longing for ones homeland

capitulation

(The Waka that accompanied it, translated read)

"When I look abroad

O'er the wide-streched "Plain of Heaven",

Is the moon the same

That on Mt Mikasa rose,

In the land of Kasuga?"

A Haiku for Hokusai's "Sumida River Seen from Azuma Bridge/Azumabashi yori Sumidawo miru no zu"

Contemporary Haiga

Sumida Gateway

an abridged waterway

pathway      see?

A Haiku for Houksai's Yamashiro Arashiyama Togetsukyo/Crossing-Moon Bridge At Arashiyama In Yamashiro Province

Contemporary Haiga

Landscapes of grandeur

transitions      visual tones

on land & air      see?

A Haiku for a Hokusai Print

Contemporary Haiga 

ephemeral sky

           ethereal pathway

                          westward currents   f  l  o  w