I read Basho, the great Japanese poet (1644-94) when I feel I am no good at writing. Basho's poems enchant, comfort and instruct. In my heart, I am a student of his style but I have not yet reached a level when I can say I am a very good student of Haiku.

I have been amazed by Cris A's photoshop creations that instead of using the photos he gave us permission to use at hubpages, in this hub I am using a photo he didn't say we have permission. I am just asking permission now. Of course, I'm prepared to take out this beautiful photo if permission is not granted.

Lips, lines and circles

Queues of warm bodies

waiting for work

Back home, a line of needs.

Dots from drops of rain

following subterranean lanes

Fear, a hole in the ground.

Moonshine over fields

with unpredictable shafts

Dreams move in the dark.

Lips, an orifice

Exit to heaven or hell

The horizon, a ribbon of longing.

Shoreline at twilight

foam and pebble and a glass

Sunset - a torment and a prayer.

Windsong and yellow leaves

Tresses tossed around

Each wrinkle is a story.

Lines forming circles

Pain, a spool of rope

Words growing wings.

Here's Cris A's hubpages link:

http://hubpages.com/hub/sleep-to-dream-to-wake

More on Basho:

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Island/5022/basho.html

http://www.haikupoetshut.com/basho1.html