Saturday, November 29, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014


Carpe Diem # 614 Paradise

entwined in your arms

waves break
over pristine sands
paradise found

Georgia's "a dream in a dream"

Georgia of Bastet and Sekhmet's Library  wrote this lovely haiku for a  response on the GW-post on Poe.  

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red                            © Georgia

my head bowed in sorrow
as a new wave of tears break

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red                          © Georgia

your hand held tightly in mine
we walk into the sunset


shizumareba nagaruru ashi ya mizusumashi

the whirligig;
when it stops skating,
the legs float away

© Taigi

water tension
breaks as I try to catch
the whirligig


Whirligig skating
under the shadow
of a dragonfly

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Tomas Tranströmer #5

then the leaves whispered:
a wild boar plays the organ.
and the bells all rang

© Tomas Tranströmer

My Attempts:

we listen and watch
the dragon hiss and spit flames
old potbelly stove


cows circle around
gossiping under the oak 
the crow listens in

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


This prompt for solace hits a delicate note today.  Today is the funeral of a dear friend and yesterday the passing of my husband’s aunt Mabel.  I think how can I be a source of comfort for my friends and family.  My tongue is not elegant, nor coated with wisdom.  My part will be in hand holding and hugs, then serving and cleaning up the funeral meal to the hundred people expected.  Later in the day, I will visit with in-laws.  My comfort will come from and be shared in the exchange of quiet memories of a beautiful woman.  I find solace in the last visit she had with the brother she raised since he was two.  He suffers from Alzheimer's.  I wondered if he even understood she was there. After she left, while I was with him, movement in the hallway made him call out her name. It brought me great comfort to realize the strength of love’s bond. 

tears and laughter
in memories shared
our solace


autumn’s splendor
whisked gentle away
warm embrace
painted memories shared
over steaming cups of tea

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Cold Within the Sound

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer # 35 Otagaki Rengetsu

This first one I wrote twice, one with the 31 syllables and one without.  Not sure which version I like better.  

winter snow
blankets the earth
deep silence falls
long shadows reaching
as cold creeps under skin

heavy winter snow
blankets the dormant earth
deep silence engulfs
long shadows stretch across lawn
as cold creeps under my coat


tree branches groan
under the weight
of snow and ice
inside we huddle by candle light
and shadows feed the fire


frozen droplets spit
crackling on the window pane
winter sounds chilling
I snuggle against your back
my cold hands disturb your sleep

Monday, November 24, 2014


Carpe Diem # 612: Lantern

I stumble
down the garden path
as last lantern flickers out


during the storm
lantern casts shadows
upon the walls

demons evoked
as trees creak from ice


Looking up information and folklore about the rainbow,  I found many diverse stories.  The most familiar in the US are probably that of God's promise not to destroy the world in flood and that of the Irish pot of gold at the rainbow's end.  Many see the rainbow as good and some as a bad omen. Amazonians shut their mouths to keep out disease,  ancient arabians thought it was a tapestry woven by the south wind.  Bulgarian legends feel if you walk below the rainbow you will change gender, at least in your way of thinking.   The haiku are not as strong as I would have liked but they should share a little rainbow lore.

Chinese folktale of Hsienpo and Yingt’ai: 

star crossed lovers
await rainbows appearance
to be together


highest accomplishment
conscious and desire extinguished
rainbow body


Navajo brave
rides the multicolored serpent
receiving guidance

parents hide children
fear they may look or point
rainbow curse

Karen’s of Burma:

painted dragon
devours children
the rainbow


love making
under the rainbow
fertility assured

Josephine Wall

Greek goddess Iris:

Iris on golden wings
leads the dead
to Elysian fields


Om Mani Padme Hum

The prompt this week at Haiku Shuukan is 'Ma'. 'Ma' purifies jealousy and need for entertainment (realm of the jealous gods)

jealous gods

light the night sky
with fire and imagination


He boasts
wearing her beauty
as a badge of honor

one admiring glance

his heart burns with jealousy


mirror broken
in a fit of jealousy
passion dies


time and temper

cool your heels
balance restored

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sylph: Spirit of the Wind

Carpe Diem #611, Sylph, Spirit of the Wind

the willow weeps now
branches singing sad sweet songs
strange emotions stir


wind whispered secrets
shadows and lights dancing
gathering of clouds


across the moors
the wind moans
strange secrets


hidden mysteries 
in mountain peaks
revealed in snow

Saturday, November 22, 2014


Carpe Diem #610, Transformation (2nd Vision Quest, 3rd day)

long wait over
fragile wings unfold 
taking flight


fresh snow

upon the compost heap
garden transformed


pearly dew drops

upon the spider’s trap
web transformed


mountain journey

slow trek to the summit
beauty on the way


Carpe Diem Haiku Shuukan  mantra study "Om Mani Padme Hum" and this week we have arrived at the third sound of this mantra "NI" which purifies passion and desire (human realm).

Moonlight bathes
the naked lovers
in the vestibule


on the church stoop
child suckles mother’s breast
nuns blush

Om purifies bliss and pride (realm of the gods); Ma purifies jealousy and need for entertainment (realm of the jealous gods); Ni purifies passion and desire (human realm); Pad purifies ignorance and prejudice (animal realm); Me purifies greed and possessiveness (realm of the hungry ghosts); Hum purifies aggression and hatred (hell realm).

Friday, November 21, 2014

"in time with the moon"

and the night streams in
from east to west, traveling
in time with the moon

© Tomas Tranströmer

in it’s fullness
the moon spills it’s light
into the dawn


as the moon fades
morning light on the ocean
glistening with hope


as day breaks
tide pools overflow
at my feet


the childless woman,
how tender she is
to the dolls!                           © Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)

challenge goals:
5-7-5 syllables
+ a seasonword (kigo)
+ a cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction)
+ a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in water
+ interchangable first and third line
+ a deeper meaning 


ten tiny fingers
reaching out toward the heaven
profusion of tears


cats, cats, and more cats
place setting for each feline
childless couple


autumn leaves crumble
glorious splendor over
Perseus shines bright

(for TJ)

Tan Renga Challenge - Yozakura

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge # 60
My first poem for the loss of my dear friend TJ, yesterday.  The other two to lighten my mood.

bright autumn moon
bare branches moving like arms -
the first snow                                       © Yozakura

tears frozen on my cheeks
among the flurries

bright autumn moon
bare branches moving like arms -
the first snow                                      © Yozakura

raccoon tracks on porch
and missing suet feeder

bright autumn moon
bare branches moving like arms -
the first snow                                    © Yozakura

lands with sudden plop
upon my head


autumn splendor
blown away
dusk falls

Thursday, November 20, 2014


Cape Diem #609 Escape

frosty morning
composing haiku
in a warm bath


painted skies
masked by hustle of city
heading home


Wispy kings and queens
silhouette an amber sky
as I walk home 


in the twilight
elm leaves glow
clouds blush


as the last leaves
sail gracefully across the sky
the pine waves goodbye


Amidst the shadows
winged dreams take flight


in the fading light
elm leaves quiver
squirrel chides me

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


Carpe Diem: Ghost Writter 34  
Chèvrefeuille" definition of Kanshicho

Kan -> means: perception, expression

Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry

Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly

Kanshi -> means Chinese poetry

As I place those meanings together than Kanshicho means:

A poem in the Chinese way that expresses the extravagance and pride of the poet with the frivolity of the flight of a butterfly. And than Kanshicho starts to come to life. It's an expression of something which is seen by the poet, a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in to water, in which he/she sees the extravagant beauty  and pride of nature. That extravagance beauty is caught in a three lined verse with the frivolity, (in my opinion frivolity means "not strings attached, free") of the flight of a butterfly.

My attempts:

early morning
high above the trees 
crescent moon shines

I got stuck on the word pride and these thoughts came: 

new baby
everyone oohs and aahs
ours - most beautiful

swelling with pride

Monday, November 17, 2014

Roadside Beggar

looking at the sun
for a silver coin -
roadside beggar

© Nana Fredua-Agyeman

war veteran
diminished to begging
demands eye contact


fragile old lady
pushing cart in parking lot

Sunday morning

Sunday, November 16, 2014

No stone to Set - Guardian Angel

Warning - Haibun is sad so if you want skip to the haiku.  It is a rewriting of something from years ago.


Aimlessly wandering the world a blur a mother's grief unrelenting.  I find myself in an old cemetery
searching for a grave I couldn't bear to face in 20 years. Yet, I come having no other place.  He was in the Catholic section, wherever that was.  I run my hands over cold marble, tracing my finger in the carved letters.  Finally in a back corner a statue of the virgin mother, the grass overgrown.  I search, search for a lamb.  I discover a small stone half covered; a tiny etched lamb.  Disappointed I pull a handful of grass "See I will not for get you I will hold you in the palm of my hand" plays over and over in my head.  I carefully tend the marker.  His was not the courage of the battlefield, but enemies fought within.  His bravery was of needles and bone marrow transplants.  The courage to smile through it all always thinking of others.  I could never be as brave as my brother.  Why did I end up here?  Time passing without reason.  
I talk about my sons, changing denominations, rambling on...
At the end of my prattle I ask him to watch over my little one lost with no grave, no name. I hear his laughter echoing a sense of peace fills the air.  All fades I awaken, the morning light illuminating my room and I am bathed in some sense of contentment and sanity.

on the edge of dreams
guardian angels play
leaving footprints

hearts of sorrow
touched briefly
by angel wings

guardian angel’s
sweet kiss

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Ligo Haibun Challenge "Guitar & Mountain"

It’s November again, another anniversary passing. 

unannounced flowers
left on the table
for me

Peace, Love, and Kill Western

I think back to the mountain valley where we meet.   Rival supporters for college football.  One dance with you sealed my fate.   You played your guitar and slid across the floor on your knees.  I tried to fix you up with my best friend who went to the same school as you.  She wasn’t interested in the least.  I was head over heels about you, but had a boyfriend.  

We dated for awhile.  I was too immature for a serious relationship, yet our friendship lingered.   Through all my broken relationships there was always you, your guitar and rock concerts.

mountains and valleys
strangers, music and guitars
and always you

Your proposal was bitter sweet. You came early in the evening and played with the boys.  You returned later with your guitar.  I was wrapped in blankets to keep warm and you kept singing love songs.  Finally feigning a headache, I went to the car in search of Tylenol.  I sat there and a mountain of tears flowed. We’d been dating about five years and had talk about marriage. School was beginning and with our teaching schedules, I knew we would not mention it again until summer.  I dried my tears and returned inside.  You were packing your guitar.  How my heart broke.  Standing in the door way you said, “How would you like to attend a wedding?” My answer a flippant “Well that depends on who’s wedding.”  I honestly did not know this was a proposal.

Since then we’ve climbed many of life's mountains together. And sometimes you still pick up your guitar and sing me love songs.

warm autumn
the mountain's song
still plays

"Romancing the haiku"

Carpe Diem Special #117, Tomas Tranströmer's 3rd "a mother of stone"

Wisdom Window

morning light
filters through window bars
boy’s cheek caressed

Friday, November 14, 2014

Tan Renga Challenge "mystic purple flames"

mystic purple flames
arise from the spirit’s stalks
chill my autumn heart                      (© Panchali)

embers of sunlight
warm the sky

mystic purple flames
arise from the spirit’s stalks
chill my autumn heart                      (© Panchali)

fire burns in my throat
as I suck in the cold air


Todays prompt can be read about it Carpe Diem.  My attempt has the hantu, but not the pisang.

even in the moon
your faces haunts me
the wind, your laughter


in the forest 
light shadows brush my arm
mist lingers


shadows dart
in the forest fog
my heart skips


moonlight walk
leaf shadows and fairy lore
make me shiver


Carpe Diem # 604 Juggling
Our prompt was a poem by Richard Wilbur called the juggler.  I struggled with this prompt.  I finally related it to everyday life.

bag of groceries

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Snails Haiga

Carpe Diem Little Creatures #12 Snails

two snails join
slugs at the beer party
too drunk to crawl home

a rout of snails
the wild ducks will feast
this morning

wild Switchgrass
adorned with snails
mimics fern fronds

on the highway

between the yellow lines
a snail creeps

on the forsythia bush
among the yellow flowers
a snail blossoms

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Mount Fuji

A few poems for Mount Fuji and then a few for the mountains were I live.

sun kissed mountain
radiates a golden glow
awakening joy


mist lingers idly

water washing the mountain
softly morning dawns

plowed fields
at the foot of Mount Fuji

yielding rice

Mount fuji
a stable fixture in life

for Kashiwabara boatmen


against the blue sky
the black mountains
call me home


red buds in spring
turn the grey mountains