after hours

In Carpe Diem #1274  Chèvrefeuille invites us to explore ‘wordlessness’ in haiku. Visiting at a restaurant after it closed, I attempted some brief haiku:

chef sings

after hours

electric stars


hanging out

red scooter



chairs cower 

on tabletops

mop on the loose


work done

feet in the air

all tabled


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Wild wind rained last night 

lashing remains of summer

golden leaves dangle

waiting for a gentle breeze

to shimmer late autumn days


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In response to Robert Frost’s “October”:

 “O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call.

To-morrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled, 

Beguile us in the way you know;

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away;

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.”

(By Robert Frost;

My tanka is inspired by Carpe Diem #1272 October (Robert Frost), an invitation to speak to the essence of Frost’s beautiful poem in haiku or tanka.


When morning comes

and light returns,

hope’s feathers may lie still

but hear the wisdom of a child or 

new leader with caring speech,

tromp through cool autumn woods 

or cradle a late seedling—

that feeling of aliveness

(they call it ‘hope’ )

may return


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The new Quadrille word is ‘hope’. To find more poems using hope or hope-formed words, please check ‘Mister Linky’ at the prompt post.

reflections within and without

Thinking about ‘reflections’and how self knowledge comes from different kinds of external mirrors and from introspection, I wrote three haiku:


a look of dismay

sends words to silent replay

rueful reflection 


who am I?

a blend of reflections 

from within and without


how to see myself?

mirrors may guide or

lead astray


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In response to Carpe Diem #1269 reflection.


invisible limbs

only seen by eyes of flesh

dance in cosmic winds


helical motion

cradled on this spinning orb

sing songs of the stars


life’s children

we cry for release

from our cells


Many thanks to Chèvrefeuille, author of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for posting this music of Karunesh..having read Carpe Diem #1270 desert travellers I wrote these haiku while playing the music.

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