Morning Haiku and Waka – April 22, 2015


wind water and sun
united within as one
– I am alive

even in this dawn
soft wind caresses the dawn
at one with nature
I sing a life song of joy
– today I am alive

© G.s.k. ‘15

For CDHK – Distillation: a poem by Scott Momaday

The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte
You see, I am alive, I am alive

© N. Scott Momaday

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Carpe Diem GW Kala Ramesh – haibun – April 15, 2105

Riva del Garda, Bike's paradise. Visit the city or find new routes to cover with your bike.

An early summer walk along the river on the cyclist/pedestrian path. Life seems to have exploded with these first days of warmth. The air is full of lazy insect buzzing and the chattering clatter of birds is almost deafening at times.

Cyclists buzz past me ‘ting-tinging’ their bells – it’s such a bother for them to have to share the path with a walker. Each seems to feel he is in an important race for some championship medal. Dressed in their bright coloured, tight-fitting outfits they remind me of mad butterflies.

Speaking of which, among the flowering plants, the early butterflies have already left their cocoons. Flitting and dipping, they leave their eggs on the tender leaves … a new generation will soon be born.

taking flight –
a butterfly shrugs off
its shadow

haiku © Kala Ramesh

© G.s.k. ‘15

Inspired and linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for a double prompt – Haiku Special and Ghost Writer post.  We were to write a 150 word (or less) haibun, including the haiku written by Kala Ramesh, this month’s featured poet.

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – GW Post – April 8, 2015

Today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we are talking about haiku structure … that is the various structural forms in which a modern western haiku can be written.  There are the classical 5-7-5, then the 3-5-3 and finally free form haiku.

The first two structural forms try to imitate the Japanese onji – and the problem is that more often than not one can find oneself writing haiku which is stilted, since most western languages are not phonetic and are not based on sound like the Japanese language is.  So today, Chèvrefeuille on the Ghost Writer post has asked us to try the three forms of haiku – sort of try them on for size!

(I spent the last week-end at Venice.  We decided to visit the islands of Venice instead of the city proper – specifically Burano, Torcello and Murano.  This is one of the photos taken there with which I will try to transmit the emotions of that day.)


over the canal
the gull looks for warm havens
cold winds are blowing

– shivering
a sharp cold wind blows
all seek heat

from the bridge – observe
even the gull looks cold

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – Ghost Writer Choka – December 24, 2014

Today I’ve the privileged of being Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s Ghost Writer. I introduced the choka … the classical Japanese “long poem” which is written in an unspecified number of 5-7 onj (or short line – long line) couplets with a round-up poem to close the choka with a second 7 onj line … making the last group a sort of tanka.

Wintry Choka – December 24

A wintry dawn
frosted trees glisten
deafening silence
golden light with blue hills
cold icy beauty
reigns over the valley

a black crow
raucously caws from a tree
over-looking fields
in his majestic black cloak
like a dark lord
he stands out in the snow

a tiny blackbird
looks upon his great cousin
his voice gone
it’s no time for spring song
new cawing replies
he ruffles his feathers

winter dawn
golden light and blue hills
frosted beauty
a crow caws its comments
tiny blackbird is silent

© G.s.k. ‘14