summer grasses
all that remains
of warriors’ dreams
Bashō
matted summer grass
lies beneath fallen soldiers
gold now turned to red
The prompt for Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #80 In Search of a New Masterpiece … summer grasses provides a haiku by Bashō (above in blue) for inspiration.
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This one impacts the heart! Well done! ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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You deliver quite a punch here – clear up-close image of bloodied grass, dying body. Whereas Basho’s comes across as a distant observation, long after-the-death. (Again, you’ve improved the original.)
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Thank you, Jazz! I didn’t want to do a spin-off of just one of the lines in the original. I hoped to include all of the elements – not just as a location, but as a significant moment in life – and I guess I have.
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You have indeed.
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This is heart-stopping. (K)
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I hesitated in posting this, but those are the words that came out. We live with tragedy, some of it self-imposed.
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Too many seem to revel in it.
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Yes
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Chapeau Ken what a beautiful haiku you have shared here with us. It’s a tough scene, but as we all know … it’s what we see all around us in te world every day again. Thank you for this haiku.
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Thank you, Kristjaan.
Yes, all too often.
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