Carpe Diem #1691 Troiku Month – The Snow of Yesterday offers
a haiku by Gozan (in blue) to be used to create a troiku.
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The haiku by Gozan was written late in life.
A tradition among Zen monks was to write a last haiku,
a jisei or “death haiku,” showing the circle of life.
the snow of yesterday
that fell like cherry blossoms
is water once again
Gozan
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the snow of yesterday
does not survive the seasons
memories fading
that fell like cherry blossoms
taking all color with them
no longer falling
is water once again
blurring traces of the past
until all is gone
The haiku by Gozan was written late in life.
A tradition among Zen monks was to write a last haiku,
a jisei or “death haiku,” showing the circle of life.
A troiku is three haiku, with each of the three lines from a suggested haiku as the first line of each haiku in the troiku. It’s not always possible to have a 5-7-5 format in the second haiku, due to the limitations of the suggested haiku. The name of the form is derived from “troika,” a sled or carriage drawn by three horses harnessed side-by-side, an iconic symbol of Imperial Russia.
Images
desktopnexus.com (cherry blossoms)
Wikimedia Commons (troika)
rivrvlogr 
This is nice!
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🙂 Thank you.
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water runs downhill
evaporates me again
reincarnation
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the path of water
journey of many unknowns
each drop returning
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I really like the first two lines of the second troiku — such an evocative, atmospheric image – sets quite the scene for the series … a lovely grouping, I think you’ve worked with each line really well (it wasn’t easy, in my opinion, once they were separated from the original) 🙂
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Thank you. Yes, trying to maintain a flow was an interesting exercise.
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The circle expanded…such a wistfulness. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. Much better than regrets, I’d say.
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When my father was dying he said he had no regrets. But there was definitely a bittersweetness to all his words.
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I understand that. Being positive doesn’t mean forgetting the negative.
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The first haiku of the troika is creative in comparing snow to memories that fade with time.
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Thank you. 🙂 Fortunately, these days, I can use age as an excuse. 😉
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You are welcome. You and I are in the same boat there.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing.:)
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I really like what you did with this one! It works very well!
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Thanks, Dwight. 🙂
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