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Off-Beat Haiku and Tanka VI

spring water
stolen from underneath a
sleeping flower.
wake! wake! thief! thief!
if it could cry.

        ah, just an ant
        climbing the mountain
        of my shoe.
              summer heat,
              wilting the flowers
              of my heart.
              is she really so
              much more beautiful?

colors of my heart
know no rest.
more numerous than
the fields of Biei.

        the first bite
        of autumn is the
        as each new year grows
        its own flowers.
              I think of the days
              before I met her
              when I seemed to have
              no troubles at all.

              -Fujiwara no Atsutada-¹
              oh? you have no trouble
              writing her everyday.
              copyright © 2014 by mari t.

References: ¹ Fujiwara no Atsutada. “I think of . . .” Rexroth, Kenneth. One Hundred Poems from the Japanese. New York: New Directions, 1964. P 14. Print.

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