My solitude has made me sick
There’s no one to lay my heart on
It’s always been I, me, and my
Would be nice to share this journey
But when I fall asleep… oh my!
The strange folk I meet in my dreams
If only I had that same will
During the day when I wander
To meet people and bond like this
Asleep I thrive, awake — desolate
But moonlight can’t help me grow my field
Sick on my journey
my dreams will wander
this desolate field –Matsuo Basho
旅に病んで 夢は枯野を かけ廻るTabi ni yande/ Yume wa kareno wo/ Kakemeguru
Ange’s prompt guidelines
- Select a haiku written by someone other yourself;
- Construct a “Golden Shovel” poem from that haiku.
Golden Shovel?
A golden shovel is a poetic form in which the last word of each line forms a second, pre-existing poem (or section thereof), to which the poet is paying homage.
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