As the Flowers Burn Below

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


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

Kobayashi Issa

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.



10 Replies to “As the Flowers Burn Below”

  1. 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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