cold winds: troiku

cold wind

through our torn paper doors

in the month without gods

©️Yamazaki Sokan 1465-1553

:

cold winds

paper tigers tear to shreds

under a new moon

:

cold winds

raze the landscape

winter is near

.

paper tigers tear to shreds

ribbons scatter in the wind

tangling in treetops

.

under a new moon

eyes wide open in a storm

lend a helping hand

:

©️2018 Ontheland

Background: Carpe Diem’s Leafless Tree #2 episode invites haiku inspired by the haiku of Yamazaki Sokan, quoted above, and a troiku formed from each of the lines of the haiku. Sokan’s haiku was written centuries ago in Japan, addressing the cold conditions of a lunar month known then as ‘the month without gods’. His words made me think of violent acts in North America in recent times and how people sometimes rise to such occasions forming broader and stronger communities.

perpetual motion

Snapshots of happy moments

gathered like pearls

Hearts and minds

craving perfect pictures

while all that is clouded and changing

re-balances perpetually

like Einstein’s bicycle in motion.

consciousness blooms

equanimity dissolves

pleasure fades to dis-ease

each moment a potential medicine

to cure what came before

~

©️2018 Ontheland

In response to dVerse Poetics Tuesday—Medicine, I spun out these thoughts. The reference to Einstein’s bicycle comes from a quote posted by Kim in her Monday quadrille prompt:

Albert Einstein said: “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

a trend in chaos

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I throw open the drapes this cold morning. Local harbingers of spring are out inspecting the yard. I haven’t seen robins for several days. Today they have left high places in the trees…despite gale force winds, snow and freezing temperatures, grubs must be rising to the surface. I peer at the tree next to the house. It’s still grey. I take a photo and enlarge it with my fingers. The bare limbs are knobbly, spears at the tips lead into the light.

counting days…
above shifting shadows
branches look dormant
nothing seems to change
yet spring unfolds.

~

A haibun for dVerse.

©2018 Ontheland

Late summer


Late summer hoppers

   time to harvest, clear and mulch

        fields buzz excitement

~

Summer evening

   my rushing blood is soundless

         in the steady hum

~

Last day of August 

    bird arrow crosses the sky

          autumn chill is here

~

© 2017 Ontheland

layer removed

Born into a world without personal computing, I learned to type using correction strips on a manual typewriter.

Five years ago I saw a woman google for information on her phone while in line at a concert. ‘How novel!’ I thought.

Now, in 2017, my phone is always with me, ready with time, weather, news, answers, camera, apps and books. But today, with no internet connection, I have a feeling of loss.  I am not lost though—an old familiar world has returned.

                      No internet 

                      unseen layer removed

                      old world returns