Morning Haiku and Waka (A Future of Dreams) – Haiku – October 25, 2014

train station

over ancient railroad tracks
leading onwards

train’s destination
unknown – passing in a blur
leading onwards

dream voyage
across mountains and streams
leading onwards

a distant whistle
ancient ghostly station
leading onwards

(c) G.s.k. ’14


linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Bastet’s Origami Boat – free verse – October 25, 2014

Bastet’s Origami Boat

with …
reams of newspaper
blurred and painted
she sits in pink pajamas
on an imaginary rock
clean rhythm of waves
splash her cold feet
then she sets sail
on her origami boat

no destination nor plans
no goals and
no ambition
she just sails onwards
going forward
lazy and free
in a sea of dreams
on her paper boat

(c) G.s.k. ’14




Linked to We Wordle for We Wordle: blurred, paper, rock, wave, pajamas, painted clean



BJ’s Shadorma and Beyond – October 25, 2014


The new BJ Shadorma and Beyond post is up today’s author is Jen for the first time on Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie!

Originally posted on Mindlovemisery's Menagerie:

Roi de France Louis IX en mer vers Tunis.  Wikimedia.

Hello everyone!  What an honor it is to be able to join you as a guide at BJ’s Shadorma and Beyond!  My name is Jen, and I am visiting you from Blog It Or Lose It.  As Bastet announced last week, she and I will be alternating our weekly appearances here.

My task for today is to tempt you to write a Rondine – by using music!  For this week’s challenge, please watch and listen to “Saltarello” performed by Arany Zoltán.  (A saltarello is a 14th century Italian dance.)

Wow!  What a beautiful piece of music – and what a wealth of great (and sometimes amusing) medieval artwork. Do any of these images pique your interest?  You may also want simply to close your eyes and listen.  What images and emotions pop into view?  Do any of the instruments remind you of creatures – or customs – or…

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Morning Haiku and Waka – October 24, 2014

bright orange persimmon
… ready for Jen

a splash of color
spotting a ripe persimmon
on a grey day

falling from the tree
– wind storm

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Writing for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we had a prompt using “persimmons” (here’s the link to the haiku series) a typical Japanese autumn kigo … Jen has never tasted one, so I thought I’d tell her that, at least here they’re ripening!

October Morning – Word Sketch – October 24, 2014

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentlemancopyright The Reclining Gentleman

A cold clear October morning … the lake uninviting due to the cold wind.
A fisherman seemed to wonder, what the day would bring. There was no one to interrupt his train of thoughts.
A gull seemed to watch him, a fisherman in its own way.
The church bell tolled. 7:00.
The fisherman picked up his rods and bait box then walked to his dinghy.
The gull flapped his wings following him with its eyes.
A street sweeper, leaning on his old-fashioned broom, watching the scene, thought that if he’d had his camera, it would’ve been an interesting snap-shot.

Linked to Friday Fictioneers

Hurricanes in Tea Cups – Free Verse – October 24, 2014

Pablo Picasso – crying woman – 1937

shouting – smashing objects
in his needy state of rage
his fertile imagination
harvests copious expletives
when the storm is over
slamming doors he leaves

in defensive silence
she contemplates the damage
sweeping up the aftermath -
harvesting guilt feelings
planted by his storms in tea cups
that become hurricanes

© G.s.k. ’14



Needy, Defensive, Fertile (Three Word Wednesday)

Alone – Tanka – October 24, 2014

red ripe persimmons
under raging stormy winds
– smash to the ground
in silent loneliness
contemplating the damage
© G.s.k. ’14
“Shiba Sonome, our featured haiku poetess. She has not a lot of haiku left behind, but the haiku are all beauties. Here is her haiku for your inspiration (and mine):”
longing for someone
I sit by the gate and draw
eyebrows on a melon

© Shiba Sonome

The object of the haiku special is ot read, understand and then write a haiku in the same sense, tone and spirit.  Here are two other haiku to help guide the way:
after the storm
only the melons
don’t remember

© Basho

feeling alone
lost in the woods around Edo -
just the autumn wind

© Yozakura

and finally a haiku from our host:
in front of the fireplace
an empty bottle and broken wine glasses
after the quarrel

© Chėvrefeuille

Hanover Lake – Haibun – October 23, 2014

© Anja Partin

© Anja Partin

It was a summer day at Hanover lake in 1959. In those days, things weren’t as organized as they are now days.  It was already something that an area of the lake had been dragged and netted off from the rest of the lake so people could go swimming.  There weren’t any life guards and no one had opened a kiosk or snack bar. People brought their own food and sometimes lit a fire in the sand to roast hot dogs or whatever.

It was nearly time to go home, and the sun was already pretty low.  I’d been running along the tiny beach, as usual bare-footed and not looking where I was going when suddenly a burning sensation under my foot stopped me in my tracks.  I began to scream and cry and my mother ran to see what had happened.  Seems that a happy picnicker hadn’t removed all the red-hot charcoal from his impromptu barbecue. I’d found the wayward ember. She took me in her arms … though I was 9 years old and almost as tall as she by then … and told me about the Indian fakir who walked on coals.

yogi in bud
walking on hot coals
in New Jersey



From the North, The Wind – Free Verse – October 23, 2014


wind and rainfrom the north, the wind
funnels through this happy valley
raising dust in streets and alleys
howling like a banshee witch …
greetings from winter.

from the north, the wind
creeps into my bones at night
and toss and turn as I might
I wake with aches and I know …
winter is near.

from the north, the wind
bringing polar Siberian cold
pushing into exile –  the last warmth
that kissed this happy valley …
winter has returned.