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a bowl of Issa

by Charlie Morgan

i ate a bowl of Issa this morning
made-up of hanging icicles from Buhdda;
following-up with a toad that looked as
though he could burp a cloud, instead
he conjured a pretty girl yawning while
she danced with the crickets and cicadas;

they trailed off in the red sky morning,
sliding by on a snail's back, adding to
this was the mountain cuckoo--a fine voice
and proud of it. i catch the evening moon
as she visits the graveyards of the named
and nameless, i, lucky! bit by this year's mosquito.

07/15/2011

Author's Note: Kobayashi Issa 1763-1827 referenced as a version of whitman or burns or neruda...played with some of his haiku.

Posted on 07/16/2011
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/16/11 at 02:54 AM

Where's the "like" button. We need a "like" button!!!! LOL

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/16/11 at 03:12 AM

this is all very fantastical; love it! fond of the sort-of-play between Issa and icicle - or maybe that's just my improper texas-speak running amok!

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/16/11 at 07:44 PM

Great write Charlie- loved every word.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/17/11 at 03:52 AM

I like what you have for breakfast! Great flow to this fanciful, very full day!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/12/11 at 07:27 PM

This fanciful look at issa's haiku quite humorous and clever.

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