haiku for architecture
winter
in that space between
stands another fervent thought
unsaid and unheard
Ryan A. Doyle (6)
it’s chilly does the priest
to the temple return
Boncho (3)
a bent half chest
the lid won’t fit.
Boncho (3)
the harder the line
the softer the sound may be
‘ere silence is spent.
Ryan A. Doyle (6)
til that last night falls
dimly upon swollen ground
in shadow and doubt
Ryan A. Doyle (6)
to reject the grid
disruptions and distractions
come lightly salted.
MOCK Office (6)
live a tail a time
this truth a dream suspend press
interpretation
Chelsea Limbird (6)
on the shelf light the light
the last night of the year
Enpu (3)
around existence twine
(oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge)
ropes of twisted vine.
Bosho (1)
leaning upon staves
and white-hared - a whole family
visiting the graves.
Basho (1)
bright the full moon shines:
on the matting of the floor,
shadows of the pines.
Kikaku (1)
banked fires; night grows late-
then comes a sound of rapping
at the gate
Kyouroku (1)
leading me along
my shadow goes back home,
from looking at the moon.
Sodo (1)
on the temple bell
has settled, and is fast asleep,
a butterfly
Buson (1)
a deer along with it,
the mountain’s shadow at the temple gate-
the setting sun.
Buson (1)
a man, just one-
also a fly, just one-
in the huge drawing room.
Issa (1)
the mountain temple here:
from its covered porches come
voices of deer…
Issa (1)
a lovely thing to see:
through the paper window’s hole,
the Galaxy.
Issa (1)
the next room’s light,
that too goes out, and now-
the chill of night.
Shiki (1)
Astumori’s tomb-
and here there is not even
a cherry tree to bloom.
Shiki (1)
a mountain village:
under the piled-up snow
the sound of water
Shiki (1)
a boy not ten years old
they are giving to the temple!
oh, it’s cold!
Shiki (1)
icy the moonshine:
shadow of a tombstone,
shadow of a pine,
Shiki (1)
a hungry owl hoots
and hides in a wayside shrine…
so bright is the moon
Joso (2)
above the ruins
of a shrine, a chestnut tree
still lifts its candles.
Basho (2)
a mountain village
deep in snow...under the drifts
a sound of water.
Shiki (2)
our old family dog
trots ahead to show the way
to grandfather’s grave.
Issa (4)
who can stay indoors
on such a day with the sun
dazzling on new snow!
Kikaku (4)
lonely umbrella
passing the house at twilight
first snow falling soft
Yaha
cold winter shower
see all the people running
across Seta Bridge
Joso
“yes, come in” I cried
but at the windy snow-hung gate
knocking still went on.
Kyora
it’s cold—and I wait
for someone to shelter me
and take me from here.
(unknown)
my eyes
having observed everything,
returned to the white chrysanthemums.
Kosugi Isshō
did you add a note
saying “don’t make it shitty”
on your drawing set?
Nick Cecchi (6)
underpaid I am.
“intern” carries no respect
should have been a waitress
n_ (6)
leadership presents
don’t worry, i have gray hair
feeling better now.
Anonymous (9)
architecture works
yet it is always sleeping
in its creator
Hawkins (11)
spring >
< autumn