sharp winds whistle and
seeds clench dry
in tight fists
our eyes like bees roam searching
for sweet bright landings
leaves outside my window
soon they will be gone
they fly in the wind
rejoice, sigh, mourn
In response to Carpe Diem #1276 Tranquil
In Carpe Diem #1274 Chèvrefeuille invites us to explore ‘wordlessness’ in haiku. Visiting at a restaurant after it closed, I attempted some brief haiku:
mop on the loose
feet in the air
lashing remains of summer
golden leaves dangle
waiting for a gentle breeze
to shimmer late autumn days
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.
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; www.poets.org)
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’ )
The new Quadrille word is ‘hope’. To find more poems using hope or hope-formed words, please prompt post.check ‘Mister Linky’ at the
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
who am I?
a blend of reflections
from within and without
how to see myself?
mirrors may guide or
In response to Carpe Diem #1269 reflection.
only seen by eyes of flesh
dance incosmic winds
cradled on this spinning orb
sing songs of the stars
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.