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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Brown blotches

on shrunken leaves

aged beauty


Withered stalks 

still bear sweet beans

the end is near


Three seasons

growth, decay, then death 

a rustic mirror


‘Pared down to its barest essence, wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay, and death.’ ~ Japanese Architect, Tadao Ando

In response to Embracing Wabi Sabi an Ontheroad haiku prompt.
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On the river

Floating candles


On the river

lights float to the horizon

the dead rejoice

© Basho


On the river

we return to the ocean

borne by the flow


lights float to the horizon—

spirit dreams flicker

memory in the mist


the dead rejoice 

release, reunion with

ocean’s vast embrace


Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation #3 offers Basho’s above haiku for writing a Troiku  (poem consisting of three haikus each starting with a line of a chosen haiku poem).  

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Gravel country road

pre-teens on dirt bikes whiz by

old fellow in pickup truck 

a thread of life’s web:

first joyous spins of the wheel 

to end of driving permits.


In this week’s episode of Writing and Enjoying Haiku (#6) Chèvrefeuille invites us to ‘think out of the box’…I ended up trying out a new (for me) form of Japanese poetry called a Sedoka.

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wandering (2)

August 20, 2017 in Brockville by ontheland
I took the course

ran the race, 

passed tests, and

as many times before, 

earned the certificate of completion.

Yet something was missing.


      self discoveries

             on fresh path 

              each dawn, shift of light

              bird song changes key

                           ~  ~  ~

Reading Suzanne’s Ontheroad Prompt: The Haijun on the Road led me to these thoughts….a haibun of sorts, having a brief intro and a closing tanka…

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When I first ventured into vegetable gardening I was guided by books. Each step felt tenuous, like treading in the dark. My guide was a carefully drawn plan, each square foot measured, each seed accounted for.  With time I relaxed.  I learned that seeds grow and that I only need to provide water and shelter.

A few years have passed and now what joy! Borage, calendula, dill, sorrel and chives return on their own to resculpt the landscape. This spring, rabbits devoured the first shoots of sunflowers and greens…so I raised the height of the wire fence, used a large removeable barrel to block the entrance, and planted more seeds.  I still make annual plans—plant families rotate from year to year and companions are placed side by side.  Beyond my winter dreaming the real garden emerges in a flow of call and response.

Even with a plan

the path ahead is hidden

mystery unfolds

Foreground left to right: flowering cilantro, yellow calendula, and winter squash vine; behind is a removeable barrel blocking the opening in the chicken wire fence

Behind the barrel gate

cilantro blooms celebrate

squash vine creeps closer


In response to Suzanne’s Ontheroad prompt “Step by Step” based on this quote from Monkey King 2: 

You don’t find the path, you make it step by step” 

and this haiku of Basho:

 In the wintry gust

I wander, like Chikusai

the comic poet.
 – from “Matsuo Bashō: The Poetic Spirit, Sabi, and Lightness,” by Makoto Uedo

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