seventh gate

In this quatrain Omar Khayyam attempts to comprehend life and our place in the universe. He regards death and human fate as mysteries he cannot decipher. His pondering highlights our human predicament—awareness that death of our physical bodies is certain. Birds on the other hand are free of such thoughts:

at sunrise
birds praising their Creator
without questions

© Chèvrefeuille

at sunrise
a human being
welcomes dawn
gazes at the sky
wonders about life

©2017 Ontheland

My tanka is in response to the above quatrain from the Rubaiyat and to the haiku by Chevrefeuille.  Carpe Diem #1304 The Seventh Gate.

the cup

Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears

Today of past Regrets and future Fears –

Tomorrow? – Why, Tomorrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.”

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

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Thinking about this quatrain, I wrote two haiku and a shadorma:

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lines we write
fill pages like cups
cares take flight

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melodies
lighten heavy hearts
sips of joy

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I want to
know the cup that clears
all regrets
all terror,
live in a Flow of being,
taste the depth of Now

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©2017 Ontheland

Many thanks to Chèvrefeuille who has been providing posts that illuminate Rubaiyat quatrains of 12th century poet Omar Khayyam. Today I respond to Carpe Diem #1232–past regrets and future fears.  I am also appreciating  Shadorma November, a community opportunity to explore the shadorma, a poem of 6 lines of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables.

immanence

in the wind
every song ever sung
faint vibrations
quiver for eternity
rustle branches in the trees

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immanent
in the clay, wind, dew,
fire aching–
seen, unseen
transmutations travel time,
stars to earth to bone

©2017 Ontheland

A tanka and shadorma inspired by Carpe Diem #1301–River’s Lip, an episode in Carpe Diem’s Rubaiyat Another Way series. Each episode in this series offers interpretations, reflections and related poetry. Below are the featured Rubaiyat quatrain and other poems from the prompt post:

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River’s Lip on which we lean –
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald), from The Rubaiyat

(river’slip refers to the river bank)

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There’s not one atom of yon earth
Butonce was living man;
Nor the minutest drop of rain,
That hangeth in its thinnest cloud,
But flowed in human veins.

©Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Queen Mab

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on river’s lip
hyacinths, grasses and other herbs
kisses of life

© Chèvrefeuille

ephemeral

« The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes – or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two – is gone »

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald) from The Rubaiyat

Two haiku for Carpe Diem’s Rubaiyat, Another Way:

triumphs fade
caught by my mitten
a snowflake melts

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ice cream cone
every lick a pleasure
so fleeting

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©2017 Ontheland

fire of life

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is featuring quatrains from The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam with extensive background and interpretive suggestions.   Fire of Spring, quatrain 7, is featured in Episode #1298:

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly – and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

My responses:

flock on the wing lifts
from a web of barren boughs
sparks of winter life

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now night falls,
engulfing short days,
quenching a
frozen sun,
I recall this life is spring–
fire blazes still

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©2017 Ontheland

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