One Plum Blossom
© Surazeus
2025 10 14

The fat frog splashes in still algae pond,
disturbing tense calm of the universe
with arrogant disdain for solitude
that shatters sordid silence of the swamp
and scatters fairies on gossamer wings
which swarm around me, thirsty for my blood.

Hypnotic voice of the summer cicada
penetrates hard rock on the river shore
with shocking wisdom of tranquility
that measures how endlessly falling rain
soaks everything but old wood temple hall
where sensuous scent of silence slowly swirls.

Tall oak tree by shallow stream of regret
wears gown of gold leaves when she twirls in dance
while sisters peel cucumbers and eggplants
since lonely insects sing to the thin moon
that glides across tranquil lake of the sky
with earnest calmness of the dragonfly.

Alone on porch of the house veiled with snow
he chews on dried salmon of innocence
and writes verse of his last heart-breaking song
in sparkling whiteness of eternity
which vanishes in heat of the noon sun
though ache of sorrow remains in his heart.

The quick bee staggers from peony bloom,
legs powdered with gold pollen of desire,
and drifts on feverish wings to large hive
nestled in heart of shelter-sprawling elm
where she deposits treasure of her heart
so fairies may brew honey from her pain.

Weird flower of butterflies in the sky,
scarlet with glow of obsessive sunset,
floats over desolate moors of lost faith
where faceless wanderer, stuck in vain quest,
weeps at sight of mountains curtained by rain
which splashes laughter on still algae pond.

Full moon glowing just above the wood roof
appears as sign for weary travelers
to eat hot noodles with onions and eggs
then watch old woman under cherry tree
mold river clay into sturdy tea cups
white and round as the moon among clouds.

The princess in yellow silk gown of joy
plucks melancholy melody of loss
on delicate shamisen at her breast
so timeless surface of the moon-white pond
reflects mask of her face in countless eyes
who watch one plum blossom descend forever.

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Orpheus pours plum wine in white porcelain cup so Basho drinks to light of the moon on the lake that reflects faces of the dead.

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