DAY of the DEADKU / by D.M. Jerman

GUESS! Which Haiku belong to ancient dead japanese masters, and which belong to ME!


1.
The underbrush where doe
lead me into chase
is too thick.

2.
Dark water-
courdoury music pronouced
over the sound of diamonds.

3.
First Crops:
my pillow fluffed up high
i gulp down rice and tea.

4.
Feeling winter on the wind-
tiny yellow leaves
stand little chance.

5.
In squares of sunlight
cats rest; if they have
tasted future, I'll never know.

6.
I give my name back
as I step in
this eden of flowers.

7.
Blow if you will
fall wind- the flowers
have all faded.

8.
No ember-
Rain turns fire to smoke.
Steel blue tendrils swing a moist dream.