This haiku is my response to
Carpe Diem #1773 … A Field of Dried Grass (Basho),
which offers a haiku by Bashō (in blue) as inspiration.
Bashō’s is considered his Jisei no ku, or deathbed poem.
falling sick on a journey
my dream goes wandering
over a field of dried grass
Bashō (tr. Chèvrefeuille)
facing the unknown
dried grass near the end of life
how long this journey
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I have to say, I really enjoy reading these takes/responses to classic haiku.
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Thank you. It’s a fun exercise.
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Age brings the unknown into sharp focus. (K)
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Experience, usually a benefit.
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A thoughtful haiku, Ken. Sometimes the journey does seem very long.
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Thank you, Kim.
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Very sad but so moving….
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Thank you, Virginia.
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Sad and thoughtful–autumn leading to winter in our lives.
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Thank you, Merril. My mind certainly goes that way more, now, than it did 20 years ago.
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Yes, mine as well.
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So poignant.
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Thank you, Linda.
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