sipping morning tea
without my smartphone
feeling on the cusp
a visceral flavour
of decades past
:
Smartphones are a turn-of-the century phenomena—“smartphone” became a known term in 1995; the first iPhone came out in 2007.
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Tag: change
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
:
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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
~
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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
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.
~
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