A Ghost Story – Choka – December 21, 2015

 

Ghost

there it walks alone
in the dusty corridors
visiting old loves
and memories grown pallid
a strange ghost is this
who at every turn
neither moans nor howls
only touching this old world
with sweet nostalgia
over the rough stony stairs
it leaves no signs
of its illusive passing

unlike the wayward
its life had known fulfillment
and this pilgrimage
is a sentimental journey
awaiting those left behind

© G.s.k. ‘15

| GHOST| ROUGH | DUST | STRANGE | TURN |

Weekly Writing Prompt #15

 

Fascination – Acrostic Challenge – November 29, 2015

Nebulous

Fascinated by old memories
Antiques with streaks of dust
Silvery lullabies I hear
Chanted in the dusk …
Inked inside my heart my dear
Never to be forgotten
Anthems of our life together
Those moments of love and anger…
Into the void you’ve sailed away
Onward –  through the infinite stars,  in
Nebulous fascination, sending lullabies.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Flying Deer (Troiku) – November 29, 2015

Sarca Valley

autumn morning
the flight of his soul
with the flying deer

autumn morning
golden trees and sunshine
the Sarca Valley

the flight of his soul
begins its journey
into the Tao

with the flying deer
beyond this mortal coil
eternal freedom

© G.s.k. ‘15

 […] Then … my heart misses a heart beat. In front of me tumble a lot of little creatures, monkey like, in a dark universe of solidified magma. I forget to breath … I see a huge flying deer with antlers of spiraling curls and legs elegantly floating through the skies. This magnificent animal escaping from two reaching hands, is three thousand years ago made by humans from the Bronze Age. The half-open mouth is from a goose, symbol of the soul; its flight is pointing to the universe, maybe its a symbol of the transformation of the soul that rises to Heaven after dead. … And the “flying deer” is one of the deities who are pointing us the way, teach us the way to let go and accept life as it is.” […]        Chèvrefeuille an astral voyage

flying deer
points towards the after-life
true acceptation

© Chèvrefeuille

cry of an eagle
reaches the ears of the flying deer
listen to nature

© Chèvrefeuille

Carpe Diem #868 Stag Beetle / Flying Deer

October 27, 2015 – Haibun – November 7, 2015

View of the church of Saint Paul de Mausole by Vincent van Gogh

church of Saint Paul de Mausole by Vincent van Gogh

On the highway .. I couldn’t drive, cheating time, I snapped photographs – returning home.  Trucks, cars a somnolent village on a hill-side. Snap snap snap. Almost home.  Then to the morgue. Is this broken body him?

broken-winged bird
has flown far from here
[it’s not him]

© G.s.k. ‘15

(Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday 3)

Just a Note – November 2, 2015

Hello …

I would like to thank everyone for being close to me and my family in these difficult days.

We held my husband Luciano’s commemoration ceremony Saturday morning and then invited the participants over to the house so that they could toast him, celebrate his life and see his art work.  It was a by-invitation only commemoration.    He didn’t like funerals and always said he’d prefer not to have a funeral at all … but we felt a commemoration ceremony accompanied by Erik Satie’s music giving his family and friends the chance to say goodbye was an acceptable compromise.  We’re sure he would have enjoyed the at-home exhibition.

Life and death walk hand in hand with us on this earth. We often try to ignore death, thinking that it will just go away … but death is always with us and it would be better to make it our friend rather than our enemy. Death is a counsellor, a constant reminder that our days on earth are numbered and we don’t know when they will end.  Realizing this, we should also realize that so many things that we think are important are in fact just so much dust with all the weight and importance of chaff. Life is a one step at a time affair, our goal is to be doing what we’re doing here and now.

“…it’s like this. Sometimes, when you’ve a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you’ll never get it swept. And then you start to hurry. You work faster and faster and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you’re out of breath and have to stop–and still the street stretches away in front of you. That’s not the way to do it.

You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else.

That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that’s how it ought to be.

And all at once, before you know it, you find you’ve swept the whole street clean, bit by bit. what’s more, you aren’t out of breath. That’s important, too… (28-29)”
― Michael Ende, Momo

 “Whatever the world dishes up, we take it on–not on our own terms, but on the world’s.”
― Steve Hagen

  “Po: Maybe I should just quit and go back to making noodles.
Oogway: Quit, don’t quit? Noodles, don’t noodles? You are too concerned about what was and what will be. There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the “present.”
― Kung Fu Panda  😉

@)->—> —-

a single morning
the sun rises over the mountains
a bird sings out
walk in this here and now
without was or will be – peace

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – September 16, 2015

Jisei thoughts at dawn

imagining that walk
through deserts, woods and towns
a last poem

this grey dawn
the cock crows thrice
not even a crow caws

walking a Silk Road
into a new adventure
through the desert

summer sunshine wans
in the woods – trees turn bright red
the sparrows are gone
as the fall rains begin
my thoughts turn to winter

© G.s.k. ‘15

I dedicate this post to Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille which heavily influence my morning thoughts.

Born Wanderer – Jisei – September 16, 2015

woods

born a wanderer
through spring until the winter
seeking something new

 © G.s.k. ‘15

this unknown path
I watch light and shadows play
one last time

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:  Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille  

In this feature Chèvrefeuille introduces the jisei or death poem.  It was common among Japanese poets (and in fact most aristocrats as well) to write a last poem on ones deathbed known as a jisei.  It may have spoken of the poets life, his/her last vision or emotion, the object of the jisei was to be a farewell and culmination of ones life.

Here are some jisei of the famous classical haiku poet Matsuo Basho:

ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across desiccated fields

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

And two examples by our host:

my dreams wander
along the path of my life …
Honeysuckle blooms

Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away

© Chèvrefeuille

Autumn Rites – Haiku/Tanka – September 10, 2015

cemetery

cemetery

in October
the queen of the season blooms
white chrysanthemum

outside the grave yard
vases of chrysanthemums
to brighten the tombs
Italy remembers death
with falling leaves and mums

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:

Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille

Carpe Diem Special – Waka – August 31, 2015

Birthday

Birthday

just another day
so like every other day
this miracle – life
funny to think you weren’t
and then suddenly you were

[a world without you]
it’s hard to imagine days
before you were born

a tiny web
grows daily on the tree of life
anchored by fine threads
glistening gossamer lines
fragile – easily broken

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Ah – hello my bouncing boy
at last you’ve joined the party
may bright sunshine warm your days
and love be your home

© G.s.k. ‘15

Lolly’s inspirational tanka is about a life passing – my waka are about life becoming – the cycle of life is so mysterious if one thinks about it.

One moment the world is turning and someone isn’t a part of it and then it’s like they’d always existed.  At the moment of passing – the world goes on as though that person never was. Fragile spider’s webs indeed.

August is the month when two of my son’s came into the world – and though they’re now grown and far away, a fragile thread remains, reminding me of the day they became a part of life, so many years ago.

from where did you come –
where will you finally go
when winter winds blow

© G.s.k. ‘15

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Lolly wrote:

[…] “This tanka was inspired by a Carpe Diem prompt “spider web.” I like its dark, gothic mood and the alliteration in the last two lines. It definitely suggests death and grief as we all have to go through a loved one’s personal items when they pass. I remember doing so for my mother-in-law as well as my mother and both grandmothers. The last two lines really bring the thought home. After the death of a parent it seems one’s “anchor”  or security or a part of what made us feel secure is loosened or even gone.

It’s a sad tanka, but I love for it because it expresses what I often feel when I think of all the women in my family that have passed away” […]

sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread

© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)
published: American Tanka; Issue #13

Written for:

Carpe Diem Special #164 Lolly’s 6th “another anchor thread”