Feb 13, 2021

the beautiful cry of a pheasant


i am visiting putah creek 

where i left some of my son’s ashes 

when the beautiful cry of a pheasant 

rips through the air 

cutting me like a fresh sorrow 

every new day is like a year of suffering

-jobe


let us span the sacramento river 

with a bridge 

that we make out of joy and kindness 

every person that ever crosses this bridge 

will be blessed

-jobe



―from Matsuo Basho:


“The journey itself is my home.”


“This autumn-

why am I growing old?

bird disappearing among clouds.”


“Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.”


“Winter solitude-

in a world of one colour

the sound of the wind.”


“When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.”



Matsuo Bashō 


links

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe





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