Butterfly III

A cold cloudy day
Hiding in the bottom of
A beer can again

My despondancy
Gaining weight each sleepless night
Wage war on myself

Fight to find the light
Run uphill through the cold fog
Wind song in tree leaves

Attuned to a soul
My butterfly comes again
A dream floating past

I missed you my friend
Dance with me now on this path
Forgive my failures

Fly into the new
Never underestimate
The strength of your wings

Writing a haiku poem. Verses in five-seven-five. Just making it up as I go along. A first draft, no editing or anything else that a real poet might do. I wonder if Basho did. I discovered Basho in Richard Flanagan’s Booker Prize winning novel The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which is too much of a book for me to write a review about, but I do recommend it.

And here are some Basho haiku’s to enjoy. https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/62257.Matsuo_Bash_

I think Basho may have approved of my “make it up as I go along” method. “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.” Thanks, Basho!

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