breezy sunshine
in a field of poppies
one stray blossom
FYI: My haiku is allusive to the following:
across the road
from a field of sunflowers:
a sunflower
Basho
Bashō's haiku relies on spatial juxtaposition ("across the road"), making the lone sunflower unmistakably distinct from the field.
My haiku relies on selective perception. The "stray blossom" may be physically separated, but the haiku leaves that open. The emphasis is on the act of noticing one flower within abundance.
Furthermore, "stray" in L3 introduces a different emotional coloring. Bashō's solitary sunflower is simply there; it is not described as aberrant or misplaced. Stray adds a sense of deviation, which makes the haiku more dynamic. It invites metaphorical interpretation.
A reader might see the stray blossom as:
an individual within a crowd,
someone who does not conform,
an outsider,
a free spirit,
or simply the one who catches the observer's attention.
None of these meanings is stated. They arise naturally from the image itself.
Added:
red balloon drifting
over skyscrapers, a child's gaze
from the wheelchair
Added:
miles apart
loons calling each other ...
a sea between us
Added:
inside
the sea turtle shell:
salt crystals
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku below:
the life
I leave behind ...
a turtle's shell
On down the Road: HSA Members' Anthology, 2017
Added: No More Fairy Tales, LVII
smoky sunset
cloaking the country road
while birds scatter
in the rearview mirror
all that I was behind me
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my poem below:
No More Fairy Tales, LVI
What has been will be again
Acrid black columns choke the morning sun. Trapped in a valley of smoke, cars barrel past leaping tongues of fire. Across Northern Ontario, wildfires burn hotter, bigger, and deadlier than ever. More than one thousand miles away, their smoke casts an orange haze over New York's crawling traffic.
Meanwhile, silhouetted against smoky skies, the Premier’s mouth opens and closes for the camera lights, broadcasting word after word into the heat.
tongues of forest fire
there is no Plan[et] B, the rest
blah, blah, blah...
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