Carpe Diem Special and a Note – Kikôbun – April 23, 2016

A late afternoon memory of when I was a child;  whilst playing with my best friend, we each plucked a flower and sucked the clear liquid that dripped from it.  We giggled enjoying the marvellous gift of the honeysuckle, pretending to be bees.

even now this sweet nectar
brightens my evening

© G.s.k. ‘16


Carpe Diem Special #207 Sara McNulty’s third “taste of nature”

Taste Of Nature

A child in summer, carrying a tin pail, runs down a dirt hill where blackberries, fat and ripe, cluster together ready for picking. She places some in the pail, some on her tongue, where warm juices burst, and stain her mouth purple. Bzz! Bzz! Ouch! A jealous bee stings her on the leg.

taste of nature–
sweet blackberry bushes
sing to child and bees

© Sara McNulty

photo and haiku © Chèvrefeuille

(I’ve been off-line for most of the week because I’ve succumbed to intestinal influenza.  There are some days which are a little better than others, but it remains difficult to sit at the keyboard with cramps, which distracts me from  writing.  I hope to be completely recovered soon … Bastet)


Taki – Waterfall – July 10, 2015



[gushing fountain]
roaring among the rocks
ah – misty shower
caress of a water fall
refreshing my heated brow

© G.s.k. ‘15

Many years ago, when I lived in Tuscany before the birth of my last son, we stayed in a country house near a small water fall.  The most delightful thing was going into the woods to stand under the pounding water after a long hike, it seemed to caress my body with delving fingers, removing the heated fatigue of the hot summer day.

caressing waterfall
kneading my weary limbs
with loving fingers

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem #772 Taki (Waterfall)

Here are the first two haiku written for CDHK … one by our Chèvrefeuille for his first prompt the other by Amrit Sinha who entered the first haiku ever for this fantastic blog!

waterfall of colors
leaves whirl through the street –
departing summer

(c) Chèvrefeuille

the stars rain tonight,
angels clap in sheer delight,
waterfall of light

(c) Amrit Sinha

Juxtaposition – Cicadas and Snow – July 6, 2015

snow lamp

July afternoon
cicadas sing in the trees
I dream of snow
upon a mountain road
white patched trees and lamplight

summer heat
inviting thoughts of winter
as cicadas sing

This photograph was used yesterday for Silent Sunday … yesterday the thermometer hit 32° C. and for the first time this summer the cicadas began to sing.  Looking through my archives, I came across this photograph, with a lovely lamp-post in the snow.

cicada song burst
a hot summer afternoon
visions of snow

© G.s.k. ‘15

Please follow the LINK for the full episode of Carpe Diem Time Glass #34, “juxtaposition”.  Below are Chèvrefeuille’s example of juxtaposition illustrated in his great haiku and tanka:

at the nude beach
the heat is overwhelming –
longing for the coolness
high up in the mountains
perpetual snow

© Chèvrefeuille

perpetual snow
reflects the sunlight –
I dream of a nude beach

© Chèvrefeuille

The shore-line – Kikôbun – April 18, 2015



The smell of sea-weed rotting along the beach is the smell I associate with ‘il mare’ (the sea).  People never say: “Ah … finally, the smell of sea-weed rotting on the beach!” they say: “ah … finally the smell of the sea!” They call that particular odour or perfume; the smell of iodine or the smell of salt air, which is very romantic but basically it is the smell of rotting sea-weed. In Tuscany the beaches all along the coast of Grossetto are protected by sea pines … in the summer, the smell of warm pine sap mingles with the smell of sea-weed. When I think of the sea, I think of Grossetto and  particularly of the Parco dell’Uccellina in Alberese, there’s no ladies perfume that smells sweeter to me.

pine sap and sea-weed
under the August full moon

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Time Machine #8 – Perfume

Morning Haiku and Waka – A Winter kikôbun – January 1, 2015

weird field

Snow lies everywhere today.  The world is silent and  elegant in its white cloak of fresh fallen snow.  Not so long ago, the fields were green with new leaves and the first blossoms of the fruit trees colored the land with dainty paper-like ornaments.  In a very short time, the trees hung heavily with fruit which we picked joyfully giving thanks to Mother Nature.  Then the leaves turned orange, brown and red to finally fall on the ground leaving stark bare skeletons to dance in the wind.

Walking through these fields throughout the year, here in this northern province of Italy is a year-long joy. Each day has its own flavor and its own joy and is a font of reflection

the snow falls
even on New Year’s day
in Trentino

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Ghost Writer Post written by Hamish Managua Gunn