Haiku Horizons – Swing – May 2, 2016

in the early hours
swinging to jazz accepting
insomnia

up and down
reaching for the clouds
my legs straight out
just yearning for freedom
on a swing in the school yard

ticktock
listening to time passing
as the pendulum swings

he watches her
skirt swinging ’round her thighs
remembering spring

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons prompt “swing”

Haiku Horizons – swing

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

Haiku Horizons – One – Bastet’s Waka Library

one drop of water
inside a roaring river
unification

some would say
the loneliest number –
one

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

Morning Haiku as I Travel – March 22, 2016

spring morning
sparrows fly madly at dawn
’round the cat-woman

annoying fly
buzzing  on the glass window
trapped in winter

as the train flies by
dust raises in the still air
settling in ennui

Imagination
medieval flags flying
in Padua’s squares

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – fly

Leap – Morning Haiku and Waka – March 1, 2016

mosquito on daffodil

 

into life
looking neither left or right
old frog leaps

spring leaps into being
even in the compost heap
new sprouts flourish
first blossoms bloom in the grass
a mosquito buzzes

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – leap

Haiku Horizons – Spider – February 26, 2016

Dew on a spider’s web in the morning. Luc Viatour

morning walk
tattered old spider web
flaps in the wind

crystal drops
lacing a spider web
in the moonlight

gone
the old spider
an empty web

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – Spider

Morning Haiku and Waka – Blog Hopping – January 11, 2016

Love, what is love?  That potent attraction that pulls two people together?  No perhaps that’s hormones and little else.  Well, might it be then, the fascinating encounter with a great thinker who can mesmerize one into ecstasy with words? I think not, intellectually fulfilling perhaps, at least for a time but love, no, not love.  What about that perfect body, those lovely eyes and that suave voice.  Aesthetically pleasing perhaps, but no, not love.  We in the west, raised and nurtured on fairy tales and romantic novels, have a vague idealistic vision of love and I suspect that that vision is just an illusion.  If we search for love guided by all the nonsense that we watch on television and read in books our love affairs will be quickly over because they’re based on “fried air” as the Italians like to say.

So what is love – are there different kinds of love, or is there just Love with a capital letter?  Is that feeling you have for your dog or cat any less important to you than  the feelings you have for your child. (I can hear the scandalized voices now .. but Let’s be honest.) Don’t you get all torn up and feel miserable when your dear four-legged friend dies.  I know I still mourn my old friend Maao to the point that I never want to own another cat.

If we’re talking about sentiments and emotions, I suppose we could call a summer encounter or a meeting of minds on the internet a love affair, but if we’re looking for something deeper that involves something more universal maybe we should look within.

a quick flash
star-crossed summer loves
autumn cinders

© G.s.k. ‘16

§§§

sun and moon
lovers always separated
forever linked

this heart
one with the universe
love

a warm touch
the cherry tree blossoms
in love with life

creation
attraction and repulsion
love’s paradox

© G.s.k. ‘16

This post is linked to:  Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #69 An Essay About Real Love, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille February 10th 2016 and

Haiku Horizons – Fast

NaHaiWriMo – Zest

Haiku Horizon (Sleep) – Haiku – January 26, 2016

the flowers and trees
snow bound – sleep their winter nap
all is in silence

in this silence
moving in and out of sleep
time moves slowly

to sleep to dream
the cherry blossoms in bloom
beside the fireplace

G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – sleep

Haiku Horizons Sleep

Morning Haiku and Waka – Haiku Horizons (Spend) – January 19, 2016

autumn’s now spent
snow flakes fall in silence
white fairy flurries

we spend the evening
as the radio plays Brahms
philosophizing

anguish –
spending all her energy
for his love

she fills her soul
walking under the plums
as the blossoms rain
spending time reflecting
on the last days of winter

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – spend

Haiku Horizons – haiku and waka – January 8, 2016

look as I might
I still can’t find it …
– a poet’s soul

that important find
exaltation for a day
then – a new hunt starts

destiny found
inside fortune cookies
– writing pidgin verse

lost and found offices
full of abandoned objects
their owners misplaced
they’re often never sought
people lack faith in mankind

stopped smoking
new harmony found
without nicotine

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – find

Cruise – Haiku – January 3, 2016

cruising through life
through stormy seas and dull lulls
without a navigator

a world-wide cruise
begun in nineteen-fifty-two
– still sailing

© G.s.k. ‘16

Haiku Horizons – cruise