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Thursday, December 3, 2015

roots of elegance

Carpe Diem #872 our journey continues: across the field; one patch of a rice field; roots of elegance

Excerpt from Basho's Narrow Road to the Far North:

"Pushing towards the north, I crossed the River Abukuma, and walked between the high mountains of Aizu on the left and the three villages of Iwaki, Soma, and Miharu on the right, which were divided from the villages of Hitachi and Shimotsuke districts by a range of low mountains. I stopped at the Shadow Pond, so called because it was thought to reflect the exact shadow of any object that approached its shore. It was a cloudy day, however, and nothing but the grey sky was reflected in the pond. I called on the Poet Tokyu at the post town of Sukagawa, and spent a few days at his house. He asked me how I had fared at the gate of Shirakawa. I had to tell him that I had not been able to make as many poems as I wanted, partly because I had been absorbed in the wonders of the surrounding countryside and the recollections of ancient poets. It was deplorable, however, to have passed the gate of Shirakawa without a single poem worth recording, so I wrote:

roots of elegance
on this trip to the far north
rice-planting song 

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)"

In response to the line, 'roots of elegance', thoughts go back to prose written in an OB Gyn waiting room.  It is neither haiku nor haibun.  Rather a spirit of journeys of lives and roots entertwined.  

OB - Gyn

A place 
of sisters
Only girls
Ladies only
Except for
expectant partner
or glowing new dad 
or the babe swaddled in blue.
The sisters sit in silence
Magazines lay unread
except for 
Digital readers
Smart phones aglow
in the hands of youth.
The matrons
smile as
a sister round
with child
struggles from 
the chair.
We sit in
we sisters 
are linked
from the pink
swaddled babe
to the eldest,
to the silent
of the 
Linked by roots of elegance....

Janice Adcock

Stuff that rolled around in my head while sitting in the OB-Gyn Waiting Room.  Updated for this post.

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


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