Listening to Snow – Tanka – August 5, 2015

highlights

listening to snow
foggy memories of youth
warm me
memories of his caresses
visiting mons Venus

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pilgrimage
exploring mons Venus
making a map
but we both got lost
before sunset

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #55 Jen (Blog It Or Lose It)

Basho’s “plowing a field” – July 10, 2015

cherry blossom and moon

From Chocobrownora (Tumblr – March 6, 2014) – Cherry Blossom and Moon

hatake utsu oto ya arashi no sakura asa

plowing a field
the sound of a violent storm
morning blossoms

(c) Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

With this haiku came a preface, as was very common use:

‘On March 11, at the shrine of Shirahige in Araki village’. Usually in tamka the words ‘arashi’ (a violent storm) and ‘sakura’ (cherry blossoms) are combined in the fear that the blossoms will be blown down in a storm. So the ‘wit’ here is to combine these words with another (much more common) meaning.

(The Japanese have been famous for their erotic metaphors … clouds and rain for example was sometimes used to describe sexual release … in the “floating world” or the “willow world” many was the time that one could read about the “flowers” (plum flowers – cherry blossoms) as erotic symbols for young women etc. and even colours (pink for example) have a sexual under-tone.  In the above haiku “plowing a field” is not only a common metaphor in Japanese for sexual intercourse but we use it in our western culture as well. Taking this into mind and the preface that accompanied it … I think Basho is speaking about a particular type of “violent storm” ;-). )

summer evening
bowing at her golden temple
before entering

rain and clouds
fall upon the golden rod
flooded field

in summer rain
shaking the plum blossom –
her flowing river

© G.s.k. ‘15

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On The Trail With Basho Encore #8 plowing a field

Senryu … (Erotica) June 3, 2014

Lake Garda

passion fever raises
your naked body provokes
I touch your hand

moving in rhythm
the inner beat of our hearts
first movement written

following the scales
melody in harmony
moving crescendo

drums beat in my head
my breath ragged, comes shorter
your eyes explore mine

melding in one song
our willow worldly concert
a hymn to joy

culmination
sated we drift in silence
on the stream of time

Your Kiss (Ghazal)

(Ghazal)

Your Kiss

Dreamt I of your honey lips, about your kiss.
Caresses, fondling my hips without your kiss.

Love making is nothing without your lips.
Just a movement, a drought, devoid of your kiss.

No ecstasy, no lovemaking shout dear,
Just form, so I’d pout missing your kiss.

Foreplay is dry if it’s just about sex,
Wherefore my dream, do not doubt, it’s your kiss!

Bastet reminds you of your devout flame.
Sweet insistent lips willing out through your kiss.

 

 

TrifeXXXtra: Week 94 (Erotica) Freeverse: To Ride with Chopin

And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day.

We are asking for an open write this weekend–33 to 333 words of erotic writing. No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.

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Free Verse

To ride with Chopin

Chopin in the background
on a warm summer evening
we laid upon our tatami
exploring each other’s body
each passage of the music
entered into my soul
as I played your magic flute
following lovingly the nocturne’s
liquid flow
just as the music crescendos
reaching almost to its climax
suddenly it’s stops…
and  another movement starts

you played me like a piano
with lips and fingers moving
along my back and thighs
reaching at last my mound
and again the music quickened
as your lips and fingers played
until just as the music crescendos
reaching almost to its climax
suddenly it stops…
and another movement starts

I climb upon your stead
and then began my ride
following Chopin’s lead
we galloped along
the growing sensation’s tide…
Piano..pianissimo
until the music flowed
into forte fortissimo
and suddenly
exploded…

into its triumphant finale.

the evening sun was setting
a bird sang out in glee
and in that special moment
united were we three…
you, Gaia and me.

Word count: 165