Haiku Technique “movement” – Haiku – December 25, 2015

like life’s breath
the waves move in and out
upon the sand

upon the sand
flowing swishing growing
in every season

in every season
in calm or in a tempest
on the beach, life’s breath

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #24 movement (undou)

The Night Before – Haibun – October 21, 2015

The Graduate

Here in Padua, the traffic is like a distant rumbling river filling the night, a train passes close by, sounding like thunder with its ta-tum ta-tum crashing sound that shakes the house. Sitting in this night shrouded garden I enjoy a moment’s respite from the heady tension inside the house preparatory for my son’s discussion of his thesis tomorrow. The moon is half-grown, a night-bird sings out. I’d never heard this bird before – how odd that I should hear it now. From the house the raucous laughter of the vigil seeps through the closed-door, smiling, I leave this quiet moment re-entering the light filled room.

life’s passages
baby, youth then a man
a night bird’s song

© G.s.k. ‘15

I wrote this haibun last night. My son, Francesco was on pins and needles awaiting the important moment which is to mark the second phase of his college career, presenting his thesis for his Master of Arts Degree in History.  He had already obtained his Bachelor’s Degree Cum Laude.  Today at 12:00 I’m proud to say, obtained his Master of Arts Degree in History, again with honours.

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Carpe Diem’s Like A Pebble #1 (2) – August 1, 2015

a chestnut
thrown from his tiny young hand
token of spring
floating in the water
on the shore a chestnut sprouts

© G.s.k. ‘15


Laughter resonates through the city park. The trees starting to become colorful, leaves decaying slowly and rustle in the wind. I smell the sweet perfume of decay and wet earth. The sun shines brightly sometimes hiding behind darkening clouds. A few meters in front of me my grandchildren are playing in an amount of fallen leaves.
“Look granddad!”
My youngest grandson shows me a chestnut he has found.
“Awesome Sem”, I respond.
I kneel in front of him. The chestnut is almost glowing in the sunlight and as I look closer I can see a faint reflection of my face on the shining skin of it.
“That’s a beauty Sem. Where did you find it?”
He points to the leaves. His two brothers are laughing aloud and are throwing with the colored leaves. It looks like it is raining leaves.
After a while we walk further through the park. It starts raining. Raindrops are falling, painting circles in the pond. the circles are slowly widening, becoming larger and larger. The circling waves finally faint away, but the rain makes new ones over and over again until … the rain has stopped and the sun appears from behind the, now rainless, clouds. At the Western horizon the colors of an ending day become visible.
I take my grandsons by the hand and we walk home. As we cross a bridge Sem stops takes his chestnut out of his pocket and throws it into the water.
“Look granddad … my chestnut makes circles.”

This second post was written for:

Carpe Diem’s Like A Pebble #1, a new feature

I misunderstood the prompt and wrote to the picture and not to Chèvrefeuille’s description of a scene which was to be used to create a new haiku/tanka … this is a correction of my former post.

Wheel of Life – April 12, 2015


begin your voyage
follow your inclinations
perceive yourself
awaken to yourself
train yourself
be yourself
overcome yourself
be at one with life
live your life


beginning or end
from void to void
a circle

from nothing to nothing – that is the way of Zen

in infinite space and time
even as the dawn comes
so does the dusk

from the void
there came a silent big bang
which no one heard
that spring was barren
of cherry blossoms

like the first energy
devoid of want

Buddha walked
among the creatures – wanting
discovering void
he defeated death and pain
living in the here and now

this circle
that never begins
never ends

© G.s.k. ‘15

Today’s Feature on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai speaks of the Circle of Life or the Wheel of Creation … a very very vast topic … I chose to share some Zen which put simply is a melange of Taoism and Buddhism – and was born in the roots of Hindu beliefs.

I usually don’t contemplate where everything began and I rarely worry about the infinite – in my opinion, there is so much to do in the here and now that there is no sense worrying about things that no human mind can ever really understand. However, many pass their lives trying to understand the Big Bang and how the Universe was created and how it works … and that’s fine.  If nothing else, perhaps knowing the vastness of the creation in comparison to the smallness of what we are will teach humanity a little humility and help us live life on this planet as a part of the whole and not think we are the masters and the reason for creation.

Yin Yang

The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of heaven and Earth.
The named is the mother of the ten thousand things.
Ever desire-less, one can see the mystery.
Ever desiring, one sees the manifestations.
These two spring from the same source but differ in name; this appears as darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gate to all mystery.

Lao Tzu
Tao Te Ching