As the Flowers Burn Below

Time to dance
to songs symbolic of the age—
of the world

tuneless
degenerate

Beating pulsing writhing
we cast our blurred yet fixed gaze
on the burning flowers far below

High upon the roof of hell
as the flowers burn below
we dance and sway
with the blazed wind
down down
far below

***

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers

小林一茶
Kobayashi Issa
(1763-1828)


Newsletter Love (002-15) announces a contest of sort … a haiku contest. Must be a subscriber to enter and win. Read all the details here.


 
 

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About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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10 Responses to As the Flowers Burn Below

  1. awesome!
    happy new year Kurt!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Redzenradish says:

    I love how your poem plays off of Issa’s haiku. Issa is one of my favorite haiku poets and that particular poem is one of my favorites. Another one of his haiku is the inspiration for Redzenradish Photography:

    The man pulling radishes
    pointed my way
    with a radish

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