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Under the Sakura Tree Waka poetry in various forms
By Annie Dameron
All work copyright 2011 by A. Dameron Cover art: Copyright 2011 by A. Dameron All interior art: copyright 2011 by A. Dameron
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Although haiku is the Japanese form of waka that is most familiar to Western readers, waka has many different variations.
Waka is the general term for Japanese poetry.
Onji literally means 'sound part'. Haiku is comprised of three lines of text with onji of 5-7-5. In English, 'onji' translates to 'syllables', though it isn't a precise translation. Tanka, or “short poetry” is made up of 5-7-5-7-7. Chōka or “long poetry” is made up of stanzas of alternating 5-7-5-7. The last stanza ends in 5-7-7. This form isn't used as much anymore. Sedōka or “memorized poetry” has 5-7-7-5-7-7. This is also not used as much anymore. Katauta or “poem fragment” is half a sedōka, or 5-7-7. This one is relatively rare by itself. Then there is the renga, which is collaborative poetry. There is a minimum of 3-4 poets who participate, though there can be as many is 15 or even more. This group is called the ichiza; the moderator is the sōshō, or renga master, who is the most experienced of the group. Renga can be of different lengths. Usually it's established at the beginning of how long the poem is, the number of verses, if the poem is seasonal, whether the moon or flowers are mentioned, which poets add which stanzas,etc. The first line is 5-7-5 (usually started by the sōshō), the next is 7-7, and it alternates until the desired length is reached.
Dawn’s Glow Cherry blossoms feel Warm strokes of bright red sunrise. Pulsing through their veins
Cherry Blossom in Pot Chinese Watercolor
Haiku (5-7-5) Palette
Blue mixes with green Royal purple clothes the world The colors of life.
These gray little cats Stare at me with innocence! Blanket lies in shreds!
He watches his life Slipping through the hourglass Into the dark void.
The children at play Both sides draw the battle lines. Everyone loses.
Oh why can't I fly With the North Wind at my heels? In my mind, I can.
Love and life are one Prejudice and hate are two Which one do we want?
Questions Why does the bird sing? Why does the sun rise and set? Only God knows that. Hummingbird Chinese Watercolor .
Floats above the tide. kind words. Renewal Smile. and you will fail. Just do and you will succeed: Your mind enlightens Encouragement A smile. Joining Love fills my being I give you my empty cup Two souls become one. Brightens the lonely spirit Fills the soul's hunger .Lone Teddy Bear He sits on the shelf Glass eyes stare out the windowChildhood forgotten. a wink. Don’t Think (inspired by the Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu) Try. the world is joy The rainbow after the storm.
Her powerful call. Stormy Seas acrylic . .Force of Nature The earth rages now A dark and stormy night.
Knowledge Shooting stars hear me As my mind expands into The warm black darkness Lots of Stars watercolor postcard .
. “Free. Vengeance rolls down oil-slick paths To scatter them dead. Coping A mind-numbing task Puts a barrier around One lost grieving soul.Courage Survive! Survive! they say In the wake of destruction No one will stand alone Loneliness My heart is crying To the lone wandering wolf. oh to be free!” Creation My brush paints the life As energy guides my hand Making life’s window. Bowling Fever Ten soldiers stand tall.
Milk Chocolate The smooth silky waves Pull me to oblivion This sweet chestnut wine. Chocolate Lava digital picture .
strangely elusive. face all wreathed in smiles. face washed in cold tears. Day by Day So hard to predict: One day. Drought The sun's golden tears rain down upon the hot earth. . eyes bright and clear.Tanka (short poem) 5-7-5-7-7 Lost Opportunity Why does the sun set When the day has just begun? Why does the moon rise When the night is far advanced? I am left counting shadows. The clouds throws up empty hands. Wisps of smoke come up. Autism. Unexpected Blessings Rainbows are funny. They come only after a torrential rainstorm and then appear like a late. He goes where I can't follow. Next day. The ground cries out for water. lost guest.
Forbidden Fruit There it is. She turns to you as you watch: her smile is filled with poison. The goal of your desire.Fireflies They light up the night with reassuring color. No one is looking. Will you spirit it away? Will you turn and walk forward? Apply it to Real Life Reading and quoting from the ancient Wise Ones is all well and good: but what have you done to show that you have learned from them all? . like a child as you observe her. Long Xiao (Chinese: Small Dragon) The black-haired woman seems innocent. for you. They illuminate the shadows and bring the black into the yellow.
They hardly stray from the action not too distant and participates in soul.The Watcher Black eyes peer outside the confines of their front door. “The Watcher” acrylic .
the stinging heat: Destruction anew. refracts in thin slices of bright light: grape-colored mystical jade. The hungry night brings the tangy wood. Light reflects. Bonfire Golden leaves of flame rise through the curtain of black: crisping and crunching.Sedōka (memorized poem) 5-7-7-5-7-7 Watermelon Tourmaline Purple and green stripes banded all on its surface. quite unusual indeed. Bonfire digital .
biscuits and cucumber sandwiches. the brush. Sun-Warmed Iced Tea The glass jug sits there on the windowsill in June. . marmalade of all flavors and textures grace the shiny silverware. All say “Pip Pip Cheerio.” Cha-no-yu (Japanese Tea Ceremony) I kneel in front of the pot. Fairy cakes. Lemons float as lazily like inner tubes in the middle of a river of sugar syrup water. the tea leaves. I am mindful of my breath with every movement I make. stir the powder in the cup: I pour the water.High Tea Butter.
I just hide my tears. One Recital Rote words on a page Trying to find the meaning Within a numb soul.Haiku (5-7-5) Rebirth Wind tears through my hair As my soul soars and leaps Through the gates of life. It matters not to me. This Game Well. now at the end: Can’t I play it all again Like a newborn babe? Indifference If you do not care. Notes Caressing the keys Fills the space with musicEmptiness no more .
River and Mountains Chinese Watercolor .Longing Majestic Mountains stand guard over the river I watch and wait too.
Cold Stereotypes I do not say 'eh?' And my office is a mess. And I don't have a dog sled. .Katauta (5-7-7) Short and Long How short can it be to get its meaning across? Long enough as it's needed. Growing Dreams Seeds need to grow in good soil. and water. Paint Needs to Dry Oil takes a while Acrylic takes an hour. Watercolor half of that. Vacation is a Point of View “A week to relax with no demands on my time!” He is no mother. sunlight. Please don't add the weeds.
What's Out There? (Frank and Jesse Looking Out the Back Door) Oil .Haiku (5-7-5) ”Frank and Jesse” Two little siblings Chase each other head to tail Tearing through the house.
Music of the Spheres acrylic . spinning To a beat unheard by most This music within.Joy Pinwheeling.
Crystal clear pictures burned in the mind's memory chip. captured on a thin. We both acquired our secrets. electronic disk. He kissed me good bye. Hello. stark reality. We both had good intentions. They need to be free. One canceled out the other. .Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) A tiny SD card Picture perfect waves of sound. Ruby Scarlet tears frozen into a dull-colored rock. Waltz A couple glides there across the floor. Goodbye I kissed him hello. They dance to their own music. between the gates of blissful dream and cold. The jeweler grinds and shapes to release crimson beauty.
I long to wrap myself in its forbidding darkness.Betrayal Beware the dragon! The one that coils within you. . Ah. I sit and weep all alone. the smell of the deep. to be a two year old! Landlocked I miss the ocean. The power of the water. My sword deals a return blow! Priorities What will matter most? Late nights spent at the office enthralled by puzzles of the electronic box. Sarah's Menagerie A doggie goes woof! And a kitty goes meow! A horsie goes neigh! She demonstrates with clear voice. The one with sharp teeth that shreds my trust paper thin.
Its sigh betrays how empty the lonely nights are.The Mariner's Wife Wind whips around me. I stare out at the night sky and sing you to gentle rest. The Mariner's Wife oil pastel .
He presses it hard within the red molten wax. adds one here and there. last stanza ends in 5-7-7) Ying Yang Invites You to Tea In the deep bamboo grove. ever smiling in humor. his sign carved within marble. He picks up his brush and grinds ink against the stone. but just enough. The pen flows so sweet as he forms his intentions. ever shifting in balance. He takes out his chop. The paper accepts his words as he writes with slow gesture.Chōka (stanzas of alternating 5-7. he re-checks his lettering. A black and white soul. mystical sage. deep within your deepest thoughts. After a long time. until he proclaims it done. In a land far away. lives a strange. . He adds a drop or two: not too much. A clear and calm face.
To fly and land at your feet: Ying-Yang invites you to tea. With a breath of air. Ying Yang Invites You to Tea acrylic .And what is his name? It reflects the core of his very soul. and a smile upon his lips. His name is sung by all beings. he lets it go free.
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