Caring About Our World Reflecting About Life
invisible limbs
only seen by eyes of flesh
dance in cosmic winds
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helical motion
cradled on this spinning orb
sing songs of the stars
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life’s children
we cry for release
from our cells
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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
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Withered stalks
still bear sweet beans
the end is near
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Three seasons
growth, decay, then death
a rustic mirror
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‘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
lights float to the horizon
the dead rejoice
© Basho
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On the river
we return to the ocean
borne by the flow
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lights float to the horizon—
spirit dreams flicker
memory in the mist
.
the dead rejoice
release, reunion with
ocean’s vast embrace
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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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Autumn—
before decay
a riot of colour
Marigold—
orange outshines the
setting sun
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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.
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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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I took the course
ran the race,
passed tests, and
as many times before,
earned the certificate of completion.
Yet something was missing.
happiness—
self discoveries
on fresh path
each dawn, shift of light
bird song changes key
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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
Behind the barrel gate
cilantro blooms celebrate
squash vine creeps closer
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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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