haiku for architecture


autumn


buried in silence

a scream that whispers aloud

as closed doors fall

  • Yakin Ajay Kinger (5)


the candle to light

when dusk falls he climbs

hill-temple

  • Kyorai (3)

rustling peepal leaves

cool courtyard under my feet

childhood summer

  • Kirti (7)


the women folk

leaning let fall

the screen

  • Boncho (3)

and the neighborhood

autumn wanes away

vacant estate

  • Kyorai (3)

autumn and gone is

the guest upstairs

  • Basho (3)


eight views? - ah well;

mist hid seven when I heard

Mii-dera’s bell

  • Bosho (1)

the first day of the year:

thoughts come,-and there is loneliness;

the autumn dusk is here.

  • Bosho (1)

grave mount, shake too!

my wailing voice -

the autumn wind.

  • Bosho (1)

how very cool it feels

taking a noonday nap, to have

a wall against my heels!

  • Basho (1)

autumn, end of day;

“shall I light the lamp now?”

someone comes to say

  • Etsujin (1)

bent down in the rain

the ripe barley makes this

such a narrow lane!

  • Joso (1)

in all this cool

is the moon also sleeping?

there, in the pool!

  • Ruysui (1)


above the veil

of mist, from time to time

there lifts a sail.

  • Gakoku (1)

to the Lord Toba’s Hall

five or six horsemen hurry hard-

a storm-wind of the fall.

  • Buson (1)

tarnished is the gold-

with you leaves around us, we look back

to days of old.

  • Chora (1)

persimmons; as I chew,

a temple bell begins to boom

from Horyu.

  • Shiki (1)

the mists come;

the mountains fade and vanish;

the tower stands alone.

  • Shiki (1)

a graveyard: low

the gave mounds lie, and rand

the grasses grow

  • Shiki (1)


behind me the moon

brushes a shadow of pines

lightly on the floor

  • Kikaku (2)

night over the pond

of the temple garden...geese

adrift and asleep…

  • Shiki (2)


evening shadows touch

my gate...high on the mountains

deer still see sun-rays.

  • Buson (2)

since my house burned down,

I now own a better view

of the rising moon

  • Masahide (2)


trapped in a helmet

hung in a shrine, a cricket

chirps his last command.

  • Basho (4)

I called to the wind,

“who’s there?”...whoever it was

still knocks at my gate.

  • Kyorai (4)


now be a good boy

take good care of our house

cricket my child

  • Issa (4)

voices of two bells

that speak from twilight temples

ah! cool dialogue

  • Buson (4)

butterfly asleep

folded soft on temple bell

then bronze gong rang

  • Buson (4)

oxidized red, verdigris

crane sections above

grey river.

  • Andrew Stooke (6)


now the swinging bridge

is quieted with creepers

like our tendrilled life

  • Basho (4)


use stainless hardware?

nah, I’d rather see the rust

who cares anyways?

  • Nick Cecchi (6)


new library or

glorious homeless shelter

the future is now

  • Anonymous (6)


vigorously use

caulk all over the building

hoping for the best

  • Anonymous (9)


puzzle of space time,

pieces missing on purpose,

and never finished.


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