Kooky Cookie poems inspired by Basho

It’s a hot night. Unbearable. I tried sleeping, but it led to tossing and turning and calling down curses upon Summer. So what does one do when one feels all hot and bothered on a Summer night? Why get up and read Basho, of course. One haiku in particular stuck out for me, and it’s pretty obvious why. Inspiration struck my boiled brain, and I sat down and whipped out a baker’s dozen of pomes and haikoos in “homage.”

Here is Basho’s haiku:

Awake at night–

the sound of the water jar

Cracking in the cold.

 

And here is a sampling of mine. Enjoy!

1

Awake at night

with an empty cookie jar

and a glass of milk whiter than

the moon.

2

Fingering the cookie jar

Finding only crumbs

Licking them from my fingers.

3

Feeling inside the cookie jar

I find only the Spirits of Cookies Past

but they don’t taste the same.

4

If

I didn’t live alone

I could blame

someone

for the empty

cookie

jar.