haiku for architecture
summer
nestled in green mountains
white walls
buddha in every detail
Kirti (7)
caged for our safety
by framing mother nature
let's enjoy the view
Ar. Akshay Sahu (5)
in town
the smells of things
summer moon
Boncho
it’s hot, it’s hot
each portal the sigh.
Basho (3)
sacred memory?
or place to picnic and play?
profoundly profane.
Jacky Bowring (6)
away from the norm
transgress and experience
existential space.
Kristen Van Haeren (6)
fiercely stalwart face
smacked against incessant blue
holds the earth to sky
Kirti (7)
we made car the king,
the helpless pedestrian,
in despair seeks space!!
Ar. Parichita Mohapatra (5)
wide without his presence
seems the wooden floor.
Boncho (3)
bamboo-grated footing
the bathroom is cheerless
Basho (3)
green tatami
level lie
in the moon shade
Yasui (3)
symphony of space
tectonic celebration
enduring design (6)
Nick Cecchi
brush-roofing the house
they reinforce the ridge
Kyorai (3)
structure is refuge
logic in architecture
beauty and function
Nick Cecchi (6)
moonlit night
on the hill among miscanthus
the shrine guard
Basho (3)
through all the fall
of June rains it still stands?
oh, Shining Hall!
Bosho (1)
they rolled out too far
from their leaf shelter, melons-
and how hot they are!
Kyorai (1)
comes to donate
trout, does not enter, passes on-
midnight gate.
Buson (1)
warehouses in a row-
behind them is a road, where swallows
come and go.
Buson (1)
short the night has been:
close beside my pillow
stands a silver screen.
Buson (1)
all the rains of June:
and one evening, secretly,
through the pines, the moon.
Ryota (1)
the bridge is down,
and people stand upon the bank,
the summer moon…
Taigi (1)
at the butterflies
the caged bird gazes, envying-
just watch its eyes!
Issa (1)
on hands and knees I go
across the rope bridge, and a cuckoo
starts singing-from below!
Issa (1)
a brushwood gate:
in place of a lock-
this snail.
Issa (1)
on the temple bell
has settled, and is glittering,
a firefly.
Shiki (1)
through the center of the town
flows a little river; here
willow trees hang down.
Shiki (1)
the summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
Shiki (1)
a temple in the hills:
the snoring from a non siesta-
and a cuckoo’s trills.
Shiki (1)
asleep in the sun
on the temple’s silent bronze
bell, a butterfly…
Buson (2)
how cool cut hay smells
when carried through the farm gate
as the sun comes up!
Boncho (2)
bent down by a storm,
ripe heads of barley, bowing,
narrow my pathway
Joso (2)
one dream all heroes
find to be true...cool green grass
on forgotten tombs
Basho (2)
one man and one fly
buzzing together alone
in a sunny room…
Issa (2)
what a wonderful
day! No one in the village
doing anything.
Shiki (2)
tonight in this town
where i was born, my only
friends are the crickets.
Anon (2)
what a pretty kite
the beggar’s children fly high
above their hovel!
Issa (2)
back in my home town
even the flies aren’t afraid
to bite a big man.
Issa (4)
a horsefly mutters
loud in the shining hollow
of a temple bell.
Bokusui (4)
in the city fields
contemplating cherry trees
strangers are like friends.
Issa (4)
friend, that open mouth
reveals your whole interior
silly hollow frog.
Anon (4)
smoking a cigar
totally naked and exposed
miesian perfection
Nick Cecchi (6)
you poured the wall wrong
did you look at the drawings?
get the jackhammer
Someperson (6)
among the graffiti
one illuminated name:
yours.
Matsuo Basho (4)
improve the city
ha, what hippie ideals
rather line pockets
Anonymous (9)
drinking the kool-aid
hey, this tastes a little strange
loving tilt-up now
Anonymous (9)
diagonal line
don’t tempt me, ‘cause i’ll do it
no, you wouldn’t dare
Anonymous (9)
sketchup or revit?
handsome buildings by the hour
progressive design
Anonymous (9)
armed with compass,
and a finely tuned angle,
I conquer my space
Lisa (10)
the artist creates
architectural statements
cleverness is key
Hawkins (11)
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