BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond – Poetweet – February 28, 2015

Writer from Philadelphia

Mary,
This day’s been my epiphany!
As I set pen to paper
I feel my heart quicken.
I realize I love you,
now that you’re married
Your own, John.

© G.s.k. ‘15

When I was growing up, my parents had a huge record collection of old 78s … There was one that I loved, it must have been made in the late thirties or maybe it was even from the forties … it was, to me one of the funniest records I’ve ever heard. The lyrics were great! They went:

John ….. Mary
Oh John John John! …
Mary … Oh Mary Mary Mary!
Johnnnnnnn …
Maryyyyyyyy …

John???
Mary!??

Oh … John …John

ETC…

(I looked for on Google and YouTube, but alas, I couldn’t find it. On the other had, several years later we were treated to this:

;-)

This post was written for BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond on Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.  Thanks thotpurge for the great new form!

Dawn Thoughts – Orchards – February 28, 2015

these pure white blossoms
nature’s springtime maiden heads
apple trees abloom

walking through orchards
red plum and pink cherry blooms
how sweet the perfume

dancing bees
joyous among the apple trees
the orchard in fest

this still spring morning
sol smiles his benediction
ah … smell the turned earth
blossoms bright sweetly perfumed
life quickens on Earth

farmers working
preparing the new autumn
under warm spring skies

© G.s.k. ‘15

Camille Pissarro

Camille Pissarro (1830-1903)

Inspired by Camille Pissarro, Spring and Carpe Diem Haiku Kai!

Friday’s Tan Renga – Yellow Blossom – February 28, 2015

first yellow blossom
sprouting from a slender branch—
Buddha bows his head

© Magical Mystical Teacher

miracle of the seasons
in the Sonora desert

the blooming sprouts
sing the beauty of life
in the here and now

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Tan Renga – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Morning Haiku and Waka – February 28, 2015

the village
nestles in its yesterdays
summer and winter

tight arteries
quiet sleeping village
heart beats slowly

the silence
summer siesta time
cicada’s concerts

the smell of spring
rain on freshly plowed fields
newly fertilized

old men gossiping
watching the youth passing by
envious comments

now only old people
the village loses its youth
growing cities

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – House au Auvers by Van Gogh.

Just a Note – I’m down again -February 27, 2015

Guess who’s internet is not connecting … I’m at the public library, and although I’d hoped to read and write … it’s a no go situation … I just can’t get into the spirit!  I’d never realized how much I depend on my area; keyboard, chair, that special hour of the morning … whatever to write.

Hope to see you all soon … no guarantee … Sigh … Bastet

Shuukan – February 27, 2015

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[…] The arrow is the intention. It is what unites the strength of the bow with the centre of the target. The intention must be crystal-clear, straight and balanced. Once the arrow has gone, it will not come back, so it is better to interrupt a shot, because the movements that led up to it were not sufficiently precise and correct, than to act carelessly, simply because the bow was fully drawn and the target was waiting. […]   “The Way of the Bow”: Paulo Coelho

breath in breath out
centered and now serene
give your advice

the rain
falls throughout the valley
on trash heaps and fields
no choices or intentions
rain is a force of nature

a small child
knows no good or evil
its arrows fly
but without clear intentions
the arrows fly astray

here and now
the river flows and wind blows
the flowers bloom
birds sing and fly freely
where are intentions

action reaction
the arrow flies true and pure
the target’s askew
illusive are intentions
in dual reality

the only “one” is Tao
the rest is duality
arrows fly to fail

© G.s.k. ‘15

Theoretically, I understand the point the bow master wishes to make, but there’s a false premise … which is that an individual’s “intentions” are the arrow … of course, you may intend to do something and think your intentions are pure, and maybe they actually are, but without taking into consideration the reality around you, no matter how pure your intentions, you’ll fail to reach your goal and perhaps through no fault of your own … you cannot move in this world of duality without taking into consideration the “other” … whose intentions might not be pure at all.

So I suppose here what I should first be doing is stepping outside of expectations … so we can intend to do this or that … but we mustn’t expect anything … hmmm … lots to mediate on here!

 

Carpe Diem Shuukan – intentions

Fog and Rough Seas (Renga)

Bastet:

Usually a renga starts with a hokku (the old name for a haiku) the second haijin writes a two line response and then add his/her own hokku … and so the renga develops … this time from Jen’s tanka (that is a poem 5-7-5-7-7 (or short/long/short/long/long) we’ve created an “upsidedown ” renga or an tanka renga … thanks Jen for the wonderful starting point and the great renga opportunity!

Originally posted on Girlgoyle. Banished.:

After a previous post, “Fog and Rough Seas”, Bastet and I played “renga” based on an original tanka written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. In classical renga, poets take turns composing alternating “hokku” (in 5/7/5) and connecting lines of (7/7). We did it a bit differently, though, composing alternating tanka (5/7/5/7/7). We liked the results — so — here they are, compiled in one easy to read location.  WordPress is causing formatting issues (!!!) so Bastet’s parts are in green, and mine are in blue.

Thanks, Bastet!

fog and rough seas – 
can’t leave the harbor …
… can’t stay …
.
somewhere beyond the gray
the stars dance tonight
.
hoping for a dawn
where the fog fades away
only to find
heavy seas still awaiting
drowning I reach for the stars
.
where is the hand
to pull me from this nothingness?
waiting … waiting …
.

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safe embrace (Tan Renga)

Bastet:

This is one of my favorite “games”: the renga … and as you can see, the collaborative aspect of the renga brings out different nuances that a single poet might miss … a special thanks to Jackie Le Poidevin as our “hokku” master and to Tournesol for this fantastic opportunity.

Originally posted on Tournesol dans un Jardin:

© Clr '14-12-11 © Clr ’14-12-11

At Carpe Diem we have a hokku by Jackie Le Poidevin to complete to form a Tan Renga. After reading Georgia’s at Bastetandsekhmet, I loved her completion and decided to add on to hers. I reread my completion and noticed it seems to fit well alone with Jackie Le Poidevin’s hokku but tells a more complete story with Georgia’s, so here it is:

Bare branches touch
Over the lane where we walk,
Fingers entwined.

© Jackie Le Poidevin

young lovers meet in winter
under bare skeleton trees

each gust of wind
down the sunlit naked lane
invites cuddling   © G.s.k. ‘15

safe in our embrace
remnants of Saint Valentine’s

beneath starry skies
big dipper sneaks a peak
of our first kiss  © Tournesol ’15

sweet stolen kisses of love
open to the universe

live love embraces
the stars can only envy
young lovers kisses ©…

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Fuyuko Tomita – Tanka – February 26, 2015

 

Hito wa mina/onore o utsusu/ kagami nari/mina sariyukuyo to/emishi hito wamo
Actors we all are, she said
mirrors to reflect
each other
We all leave the stage, she said
and left a smile in mine

© Fuyuko Tomita

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Ridi Pagliaccio
acting out melodrama
without Puccini
each day a new opera
when living in Italy

Italy reflects
fifty shades of drama
in crystal tones
hard not to giggle sometimes
but it’s all so serious

a car crashes
spectators and actors
all shout together
then on this stage in the street
the police enter stage left

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

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Morning Haiku and Waka – Karumi – February 26, 2015

bitter sweet skies

stormy weather
such a bittersweet sunset
wind whips the trees

the old woman sits
at the mirror reflecting
life’s illusions

ironing shirts
trousers are less fun
on the ironing board

opening the door
that big fat fly bumbled in
open the window

cleaning his room
old toys sit on the book shelves
dusting memories

© G.s.k. ‘15

This post has been written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s Karumi lesson and I’ve decided to submit it for One word Challenge as well for Bittersweet     .