BASHO’S DEATH POEM

Answering a challenge to condense three of Basho’s wonderful ku into one.  To see the whole challenge visit the original post

It is unexpectedly cold tonight and I am curled up under two quilts, wondering how I came to be in this unknown place.  The moon is lost among drifting stars that call to me with a strange intensity.

falling sick
in a field of dry grass
autumn wandering

 

 

WEEPING WATERS…

That Christmas Eve in 1953 when a lahar swept down the Whangaehu River from Ruapehu’s crater lake, carrying away a train packed with people and presents.  151 people were killed that night, including the engineer and the fireman.

sadness of the water swirling
across the battered rocks and buttresses
where nothing remains
but the memories
of a Christmas that never was
and some who never made it home
Tangiwai

(Ironically Tangiwai in Maori means weeping water)

WHALE SONG

Been a sad day here today.  Two whales, a mother and her calf, got stranded on the beach near Dargaville.  Rescuers did all they could but sadly the baby died.  They were trying to refloat the mother today but not hopeful now as high tide has passed.  I guess that poor mother just couldn’t bear to leave her baby… I wrote her a Karakia.

Bless O Lord, Leviathan
tossed out from the sea
called by her calf
on the dangerous strands.

Pity for a mother
bereft of her child
and those who labor
to save her life.

Whale song drifting
on the tides

STORM WARNING

Woke up this morning and saw this out the window. Rushed out half asleep in the dark with the camera – fiddled with the adjustments without being able to see them, and spent the next half hour trying to find out what I’d done!! The first photo isn’t bad, but the second is the result of brain fade…

…and here it is