Just a Note – May 15, 2016

Ciao.

This is just a note to say that I won’t be able to dedicate time to my blog for the next few weeks.  You might have noticed that I’ve been rather absent for the last week or so.  If you remember I’d been off for a historical reenactment event and of course couldn’t get to a computer (or even electric lights) while I was with the company.  However, once I reached home i had some sad news.  Suffice it to say that I’ve been rather busy organizing an unplanned trip to the United States.

I do hope that once I arrive that I might write a little, but I don’t know what to expect.  I will be home again though by the end of June.

I hope to see you all from time to time on the reader … I think I’ll find it easier to read than write.  See you soon and happy writing.

Namaste, Bastet

Two Tan Renga: Hokku by – Tomas Transtromer and Hamish Gunn – May 11, 2016

A renga with Tomas Tranströmer

A dragonfly pair
fastened to one another
went flickering past

©Tomas Tranströmer

joyfully trapped flying
in a summer romance

© G.s.k. ’16

A renga withHamish Managua Gunn

petal lanterns —
a waterfall of flowers
her lips touch mine

© Hamish Managua Gunn

streams of sensation
under spring moonlight

© G.s.k. ’16

This is Tan Renga Month at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and I was away and was happy to see that I only missed on of the Tan Renga – so for the episode dedicated to May 7, I also wrote for the hokku presented on May 6.

Soliloquy No Renga – Santoka Taneda – May 5, 2016

Aki noyo ya inu kara morattari neko ni ataetari
Autumn night–
I received it from the dog
And gave it to the cat.
 
© Santoka Taneda
the cat worried it then left it
looking for some mice
an owl hooted loudly
the mice lay silent waiting
afraid in their nests

the cat looked for its rivals
the dog and now the owl
 first drops of rain
fell on the new-mown hay
I crawled under the sheets
my lover stretched out for me
and held me in his embrace
landing on the bed
the cat and dog tumbled
that autumn night

© G.s.k. ‘16

“Santoka Taneda (1882-1940). Santoka Taneda is known for his ‘free-styled’ haiku, no syllables-count, no kigo. He was really a free-thinker in haiku-land.”

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #78 Soliloquy no Renga “autumn night” by Santoka Taneda

The Minstrel – Soliloquy no Renga – May 5, 2016

blackbird_6

the morning shadow
hidden a minstrel sings
a song for his love

echoes upon the water
brings no answer hither

where is his lady
flown off to meet another
his song echoes still

along the walkways others
walk past without hearing him

the wind changes
cold upon the land – whispers
spring hides away

now the willow’s tresses fly
as the cold winds blow from sea

in the coming storm
a blackbird sings of love
hidden in shadows

© G.s.k. ‘16

Well … I just discovered that I misread the consignment so I for Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #78 Soliloquy no Renga “autumn night” by Santoka Taneda  I will attempt to write a proper “Soliloquy No Renga” perhaps later today if I have time … I won’t be posting for the next 4 days as the Historical Reenactment season is again upon us and I’ll be off to 1430 Italy … ciao,  Bastet

in the moonlight – Tan Renga – May 3, 2016

wisteria in moonlight by william.russell.1690

William Russell – Indulgy

 

 

in the moonlight
wisteria flowers look fragile –
a gust of wind

© Chèvrefeuille

ghostly tendrils trail
sweet perfume into the night

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 3rd (3) ” in the moonlight”

Paladins and Pirates – Etheree/Tilus – May 3, 2016

 

clash
unrest
as markets,
crash constantly
and the people call
upon bright memories
of peace and prosperity
and of brave paladins of old
who’d took up the sword and rally all
to beat down the treacherous scalawags

my friends, those saviours never existed
paladins won’t come to save the day
pirates abound and scalawags
wreck disastrous ruin
as homeless multiply
in the name of greed
all may be lost
markets crash
people
clash

no  easy solutions
we must all
work

© G.s.k. ‘16

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I couldn’t tell you where this morning’s reflection on the world economic situation came from, I was thinking about something completely different, anyway …

I guess there were/are always a lot of pirates and scalawags (as well as real issues – like expensive war spending)  involved in keeping the world economy in its perennial oscillating state – paladins in the form of central banks and governments have tried to resolve the most recent problems over the last 10 years by reinforcing banks, companies and countries that over-stretched themselves heavily investing in toxic assets. They too are now stretching themselves thin – economically speaking.

World economy isn’t even a little easy to understand – though we do like to find someone or something to blame everything on – in other words a scapegoat. A paladin won’t solve our problems and neither will a scapegoat.  I won’t deny that banks, their executives, corrupt government officials, nearsightedness, the proverbial 10%  and all that jazz don’t exist.  However, let’s try to see where we too work into that scenario, because we do – and we my friends are the manipulated majority.

I came to the conclusion, pretty much forty years ago laying under a bed as bombs fell outside my house in Chad, that as long as everyone looks out just for number one there will always be disunity and economic disaster. From burning down forests to beating up those who are different – closed-minded violence, bigotry and selfishness, is an endemic disease among the people’s of the world which will keep us, the majority of humanity, in a state of poverty – moral and economical – and that 10%?  They enjoy the wealth which we happily give them and then just as happily destroy their profit givers.  They couldn’t do what they do without our collaboration and consent…  something to think about.

 
Etheree

The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Tilus

A non-rhyming, 3-line poem with a syllable count of 6-3-1.