Strolling Yesterday

Carpe Diem Special #189 Georgia's 5th strolling yesterday (tanka)

strolling yesterday

astonished by the pine trees.

they seemed to copy

the heavy rain laden skies

imitating it’s wet lay.

© Georgia (a.k.a. Bastet)

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under the wet sky
a kitten shelters
at the base of a pine

pawing after

an unexpected moth

Cor van den Heuvel's Poetry

Carpe Diem Special #177 Cor van den Heuvel's "a tide pool", three favorite haiku

Cor van den Heuvel's Haiku

a drop of water

floats by the canoe

on a curled leaf

neon puddles

in front of the waterfront bar

sound of a blues 

on the bathroom hamper

morning sunlight fills the sails

of a toy boat

the rusted paperclip

has stained my old poem

wind in the eaves

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After reading Cor van den Heuve's poetry I had a hard time choosing favorites.  I choose the poems above for how they capture the simplicity of everyday life and wrap it in beauty.  All yesterday evening I thought about ordinary things and finding that spark of interest.  So today, I have been on a roll and written over 30 poems, mostly haiku.  ( Don’t worry Hamish I will not post them all here, besides I don't want to be in competition with Cor van den Heuvel's wonderful poems.)

my old poem found-

yellowed paper creased and worn

memories and ink fade

through the curtain

afternoon sunlight flowers

damp laundry

"Those Fireflies"

Carpe Diem #147 Special "Those Fireflies" by Yosa Buson

fireflies blink
in the wet grass
as night draws

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fresh cut grass
scents the evening breeze
fireflies twinkle

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on a summer’s eve
lost in the tall grass
chasing fireflies

Iio Sogi "this autumn sky"

Carpe Diem Special #125, Sogi's first "this autumn sky"

ah, for coolness,

it rivals the water's depth -

this autumn sky

© Iio Sogi (1421-1502)

this autumn breeze

tangled with scents of summer

ah, delight

ah, the warmth

golden fields of wheat beckoning

in the autumn sun                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Richard Wright "keep down this block"

Carpe Diem Special #124 Richard Wright's last haiku of this month

keep straight down this block,

then turn right where you will find

a peach tree blooming

© Richard Wright

walk across the yard

stop beside the old oak tree

smell the linden blossoms

drive down the old lane

past the pond and round the bend

mimosa in bloom 

Richard Wright -Troiku

Carpe Diem Special # 122,  Richard Wright's 3rd haiku

I give permission For this slow spring rain to soak The violet beds. © Richard Wright

I give permission for mayhem in the garden weeds left unchecked for this slow spring rain to soak the parched ground prays on a hot june day the violet bed yawns with yellow dandelions awakened from sleep

inspired Haiku

under decaying leaves

one green shoot

shows itself

Their Watching Faces

Carpe Diem Special #120 Richard Wright's "their watching faces"

use the 5-7-5 rule ...

Their watching faces,

as I walk the autumn road

make me a traveler.

© Richard Wright

their black eyes watching

my movements in the garden

crows in the maple

in the autumn wind

the mournful cry of the geese

circles around me

lonely autumn road

hurriedly walking homeward

in freezing cold rain

"in time with the moon"

Carpe Diem Special #118, Tomas Tranströmer's fourth "in time with the moon" (Vision Quest day 2)

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

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as the moon fades

morning light on the ocean

glistening with hope

~

as day breaks

tide pools overflow

at my feet

longing for someone

Carpe Diem Special # 113 haiku for inspiration 

longing for someone

I sit by the gate and draw

eyebrows on a melon

© Shiba Sonome

My attempts:

without you
days and nights mixed
rain falls

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snow falls softly
your face swirled in the mix
eyelashes crystalizing

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winter’s cold settles
your impression marks the bed
where dreams will not rise

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curling up alone
in the imprint where you slept
tears no longer flow