Una Mattina – Chained Senryu – September 11, 2016

three drops of water
here, this dim dewy morning
yet another day

how does one measure
a long lonely day
in metres or feet

what of illusions
of togetherness now gone
that morning

three drops of water
not dew not tears not rain
yet another day

cathartic shocks
from a TV show)

white clouds pass
and evening comes and goes
yet nothing changes

unless this morning
is a new beginning
yet another day
in this splendid sunshine
the birds sing

© Gsk ‘16

I believe I’ve used Ludovico Einaudi’s music in the past … at least once – he was already in my tags but I’d like to thank Cheryl-Lynn Roberts for reminding me of this author this morning from her Facebook page.

Reblogged from Bastet’s Waka Library – April 4, 2016

one drop of water
inside a roaring river
some would say
the loneliest number –
the sound of one hand
swooshing through the summer air
then silence
lone cicada call
soloist in late evening
his last call

© G.s.k. ’16


In This Silent Moment – Sestet – December 28, 2015

Screen Door

In this silent moment look,
Cloy night seems to draw up close
And dark fills this sun-filled room,
A fell chill wind falls on me
And is joined with a stream of tears,
In this safe place I call home.

How to deal with this sadness
With neither name nor object?
Try as I might to connect
With my inner light and peace
They escape me in my need,
Years of discipline are just mist.

I’m my own a prisoner,
What sentence could be more cruel?
No, no yon fair ghost be gone…
There is a lark somewhere singing
So wiping my eyes, I’ll write
Not of dark but of love and life.

In this silent moment, look,
Cloy night recedes for a while
And as the sun sets there’s light,
Warmth fills my heart for I know
That tears are like a spring rain
In this safe place I call home.

Sadness and joy are close kin,
Like dark night and bright day,
They have no name nor object
They are one of the same truth
The reality of living.
The yin and yang of being.

I am not a prisoner,
No sentence has been passed,
For now yon ghost is my friend
And yes, a lark sings somewhere
When I wiped my eyes and wrote
Not of dark but of love and life.

© G.s.k. 15

Wordle 231

Wordle 231


The Narrow Road 15 (A) – Tanka – December 26, 2015

night country road

the dew is heavy
along this narrow road
ah – cold misty dawn
alone my footsteps proceed
seeking inner peace and love

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem #885 without you: Stone Mountain, at Yamanaka, from this day on

from this day on
dew will erase the writing
on my hat

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

underneath the bridge
warming their hands at a fire basket
those … lost and alone

© Chèvrefeuille


The Narrow Road (15 B) – Tanka – December 26, 2015

country road

wandering alone
astonished by the love found
my life is complete
I’ll walk this narrow road
in peace from this day onwards

© G.s.k. ‘15



Carpe Diem #885 without you: Stone Mountain, at Yamanaka, from this day on


sweeping the garden
I want to leave in the temple
scattered willow leaves

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)


Wander, verb, walk or move in a leisurely, casual, or aimless way, move slowly away from a fixed point or place, of a road or river) wind with gentle twists and turns in a particular direction; meander; noun: an act or instance of wandering.

Astonished, adjective: greatly surprised or impressed; amazed.

Complete, adjective: having all the necessary or appropriate parts, entire; full, having run its full course; finished, (often used for emphasis) to the greatest extent or degree; total; verb: finish making or doing.

OctPoWriMo Day 18 (The Finch) – The Paradell Structure – October 18, 2015

Night Courtyard_2

the finch sings a sad lonely song
the finch sings a sad lonely song
there, there in the poplar tree at dawn
there, there in the poplar tree at dawn
lonely the finch sings a sad song
at dawn in the poplar over there

a cat in the courtyard – observe
a cat in the courtyard – observe
enchanted by the warbling finch
enchanted by the warbling finch
observe a cat – in the courtyard
a finch enchanted by the dawn – warbling

here am I a lone poet
here am I a lone poet
in a hermit’s world of cats and finches
in a hermit’s world of cats and finches
a lone poet – I am here
in a rainy hermit’s world watching cats and finches

there – a cat and a lonely warbling finch
in the courtyard by the poplar tree
ah, and over here – observe
in a rainy hermit’s world –
am I, enchanted by the sad song –
a lone poet – watching cats and finches

 © G.s.k. ‘15

Here’s my attempt to writeThe Paradell Structure“: created by Billy Collins as a hoax and a parody of the Villanelle – it’s become a puzzle challenge throughout the years as it has taken on a life as its own.  A very difficult form indeed!