:
our love,
lamplight
at dusk
:
In response to Carpe Diem #1544 featuring “autumn lamplight” a traditional kigo (season word) for Japanese haiku.
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:
our love,
lamplight
at dusk
:
In response to Carpe Diem #1544 featuring “autumn lamplight” a traditional kigo (season word) for Japanese haiku.
©️2018 Ontheland
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Here, together
we play, gaze at clouds,
dream by waves rolling to shore.
We are anchors—you for me
I for you—and together we fly
~
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #49
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“This cobbled road of us”
rambled from plans of spring to summertime
checkered cloths of bread, cheese, wine
bouquets of parsley, roses, thyme.
Quarrels flared then repaired
with and not with words
to polish understanding
a chromatic weave of notes
that holds us whole.
~
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The first line is from “We will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us” by Atticus. Many thanks to our dVerse host, Whimsygizmo for Quadrille #58—Cobble us a Poem.
cello voice murmurs
love beyond words resounding
a window opens
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There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.
© Rumi (taken from: Soul of Rumi by Coleman Barks)
In response to Carpe Diem 1394: Some kiss we want
dreams of love
pour from her hood
like spring blossoms
falling in rain, yet the moon
flashes on her fishing line
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My tanka is a second Crossroads piece that finds a place of meeting between two translations of Japanese haiku….another interesting challenge open to everyone at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. These are the two haiku that inspired my poem:
a thousand gallons
shower from the eaves…
cherry blossoms
© Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1828
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it touches the line
of my fishing pole –
this summer moon
© Chiyo-Ni, 1703-1775
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My mother
was not one for symbols
poetry, flowers, song
Life was survival
drawing within the lines
propriety
avoiding illness, death, disgrace
She loved in a quiet way
I love you, not said
was to be understood
shown in service
in food prepared
in time given
in a kiss goodnight…
She offered her token
with shyness
surprised to discover
it would be treasured
(did I not show my love?)
an ornate but simple pin
of her mother’s mother, Catherine
C Mc K,
entwined initials
of a mother who died young,
a connection in my hands to
to touch
to wander with
into invisible realms.
~
Inspired by dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Threads of Feeling
Two fledglings take flight,
young monks in search of wisdom
Soulmates since childhood,
Siddhartha and Govinda
Together in dreams,
apart in the waking world
feathers in their hearts
buffeted by winds of time
Rivers feed the sea
raindrops fill every stream
listen to the sounds
rivers speaking many tongues
Do rivers chant “Om”,
sacred mantra of Brahmins
mirrors of being,
perpetual becoming?
Siddhartha listens,
hears union in water flow
Govinda feels love,
his heart reawakes with joy
Spring rivers overflowing
singing then, now, what will be
~
In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Weekend Meditation #21 Out of the Box #3 , I have attempted a Choka, a Japanese form of any length in a 5-7 syllable pattern ending with 7-7. I chose Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse as the theme, a beautiful spiritual fable translated by Hilda Rosner and published in 1951. I paired the poem with a picture of a local stream that I took at this time of year in 2016. Siddhartha has been featured in several posts this month at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
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Hybrid cultivars
In the President’s garden
No wild roses
that bend in the wind
that hear children cry
~
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A late submission to Frank J Tassone’s Haiku Kai: Rose
Thank you to Pixabay for the wild rose image.
He who is
devoid of the power to forgive is wrapped in arms of distraction
so absorbing that he is
devoid of the power to love,
captivated by the seductions of
pride, rage, and hurt.
These constant companions,
squeeze close.
Strange monsters, they Rule.
Monsters have No time
to breathe serenity, No time
to gaze at the stars or
to sniff morning air.
They nibble food laced with
shame, fear, sorrow and regret.
As the moon pulls the tides
and baby wolves cry in hunger,
monsters grow weary.
With three eyes open
you may glimpse a release
and murmur:
“There is some good where I thought none could dwell. In the worst of us beats a heart ready to love.”
And under a full moon you know
some evil lurks like a dormant virus
in the best of us.
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In response to dVerse Poetics: “Bold Tributes“. “…tonight we are going to be bold in our truth-telling by illuminating powerful quotes that inspire social justice, global peace, or human rights.” The challenge is to incorporate a quote in a poem, highlighting it in bold type. The quote I chose is of Martin Luther King Jr:
“He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us.”
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snow falls
frozen tears scatter
lost in the wind
until winter ends
and earth awakes once more
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