I was sad when I learned that a Japanese women died a few days ago in Norway. I knew here, and here sad story. Here name is different from the original in my writing because of the family, but the story is true. Once a smiling japanese girl, who fell in love with a seaman from the land of the Northsea, far away from here home. Here dream was all broken, and everything went wrong. Son drowned in young age, divorsed and left alone in a winterland with strangers. Here grave will be nexst to here son. I belive there is many such "dreams" that ende like this...to sad....
Thise Haiku are from real experience in Japan in 1969, not far from Kamakura. I was staying in the country side, and below the house was ricefields and frogsong. I often think of that time and whish I could turn the clock back and once more listen to the song and watch the green rice fields....the dream of return of that moment recalls tears in my eyes. (photo borrowed from: http:// iyuntapapa.blog.eonet.jp )
The Haiku road can be difficult uphill, stony and rocky towards the plain in the open landscape. I often need a cane to support me. My friend Hiruta Hidenori in Akita International Haiku Network, has been a great help and inspiration towards my writing. many thanks to him!
the old grandma's lodging even poor by love reach the heavenly sky memory of a child
grandmothers love don´t disguise true richness
nor rich nor poor old mothers love don't disguise true richness
poor shed unconditional love child don't forget
mansion ore poor women's shed love has same condition in the heart of a grandchild
My grandmother was not rich, she lost here home during the ww2, and husband too. The house was bought of the natziz. But she learned me that love overcome everyting and put wealth and poor doom in the shadow... my Japanese touch of this my memories are made and coverted into a Japanese setting, which is half fiction and mostly true. But the real thing happend in Norway. Roy Lindquist
sophisticated words in abstract dance float ahead into the sky
innocent child play with words so easy that even an adult smile
words create pictures man remember in pictures and the words dies
I have learned that man thinks in pictures, explain in words to replica his own thought to another individual, who then again store an image in his own photo library. When more defuse the messages are, then the picture can change totally and become quit different than from the original. I agree some think this is the art of the intellectuals, the high class art for the "upper circle" of artists and public! There is a saying in the bible: "If you don't become like a child, you will not enter into the heaven".... I have worked for many years with children and adults in preaching the Gospel in Sunday school and Churches and learned that if you speak to an audience as to a child, everyone will understand. But if you try to be very intellectually and very sophisticated, trying to overcome another intellectual preacher and his speech, you end up in the sky and over the head of the listener. Making pictures gets more complicated. Which poem and which speeches do you remember most? That's the one you have the clearest picture to store in your mind.
Green shadows old Lady write haiku in the tiny house distant sound from Koto
I dont know if there is a house today in 2-20-9, mita, minato-ku, Tokyo but my soul is still in remembrance of a good friend, which I will always remember. I can still hear the distant voice, and koto music. Roy