The flute weeps


flame embraces wick

wax melts to vapour


distant owl calls

nearby, high voices chatter

the match has been struck!


Sometimes poems will come while listening to music. This time I wrote after reading a poem by Rumi…the first lines are: ‘The flute weeps, to the pacing drum’. For the full text of Rumi’s poem please visit Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

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breeze at dawn


Today I offer more haiku/tanka reflections inspired by verses of 13th century poet, Jalaluddin Rumi, as curated by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

© Rumi

My responses:

at rest
bathed in lidded light
consciousness awakes


thoughts whisper
solutions hover
in morning breeze


at daybreak
awareness dawns
in realm of
peaceful consciousness…
the door is always there


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my mind is light
as words flow to the page
an empty carafe


spring sky
wondrous blue


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The sweetness of silence between times of storytelling, talk, and worldly concerns is proposed by Rumi in “Two Days of Silence”:

After days of feasting, fast.
After days of sleeping, stay awake
one night. After these times of bitter
storytelling, joking, and serious
considerations, we should give ourselves
two days between layers of baklava
in the quiet seclusion where soul sweetens
and thrives more than with language.

© Rumi (taken from The Book of Love)

In Carpe Diem #1386, Chevrefeuille invites haiku in response, creating scenes that do not use the word silence.

Baklava, courtesy of Pixabay



fresh snow
only chirps of robins
break the silence


a robin chirps!
not even blowing snow
will stop spring


I am linking these two haiku to Frank J Tassone’s Haikai Challenge: Snow.
As I wrote these poems I was also thinking about
Carpe Diem’s new Crossroads feature. For this feature we are invited to write a new haiku including elements of two given poems. Whether my haiku achieve this sufficiently I am not sure, but since they do borrow elements (words, tone, structure) I am providing the link so that if you are interested, you can read about the details and perhaps give it a try!

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navel oranges

Navel twin,

a deep fruition

peels away

Shown at center is the small second fruit from the base of a navel orange.

in a hollow

far from the tree branch

a lost gem


a cradle,

both full and empty

in a seedless fruit


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First photo of navel oranges is from The second, is a navel orange displayed on my kitchen counter. The orange’s navel is at the base of the orange. The top bears the stem that attaches to the tree.

blue supermoon perspectives

Five o’clock PM supermoon

next morning:

I should have known—

your pale afternoon face,

so round, so white,

would fill up

with the snow that spills

from those full blue moon cheeks

into this frozen morning world.



through juniper branches:

You say you are

a blue Supermoon. From where I sit,

juniper berries outshine you.

When they ripened last summer

they stayed while you indulged

in hide and seek until

your full self reappeared

in cloudless skies,

and still, I wonder:

If you are blue, what colour are the berries?


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