A poem beyond Pi-Ku – March 16, 2016

Meditation in Pi

that twilight
silence
echoed in sleep:
waves
crashed upon the shoals
vibrating into the infinite

*colours
vibrantly reflecting
the myriad shades
were refracted
in winter sunset

**of such things miracles are made
these vibrations of infinite waves
that seem very common place
but are intangible as is life –
as is death.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #73 pi-ku another nice poetry form (reprise)

Let us try to make a Pi-ku poem with the following digits(3,14159) the lines of the Pi-ku and the syllables-count would become the following:

1st line 3 syllables; 2nd line 1 syllable; 3rd line 4 syllables; 4th line 1 syllable; 5th line 5 syllables and the 6th line would be 9 syllables. To me this sounds great and will be for sure a challenge. So let me try to make my Pi-ku longer with those new lines and their syllables-count:

the sun rises
the heat
already tangible
mist
spirals above the stream
another day starts in mysterious ways

© Chèvrefeuille

*I went beyond the pi-ku to reflect upon the further values of pi itself (*26535) (**89793) – Bastet 😉

Tea – Haiku – January 29, 2016

shamisen
plays inside my head
making morning tea

a single flower
three drops of water
the water boils

a sip of tea
the morning begins
in harmony

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #905 Throw That Pebble #3 drinking tea

Narrow Road and water – December 15, 2015

a rose consumed
berries in the autumn
rose hip tea

dew on the willow
dripping upon the grass
new life

from the clouds
returning to earth
the ocean

water fall
a living veil of mist
like beads of pearls
decorate young blossoms
and blades of grass sparkle

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem #880 secrets unveiled of the Deep North: coolness, cloud peaks, not permitted to tell

Morning Haiku and Waka – over – October 12, 2015

this day is over
burning up in splendid pinks
phoenix ‘s rebirth

over rainbows
some find their nirvana
other’s more rain

shooting a sunset
could be a glorious dawn
until it’s over

over the years
drops of cement harden hearts
too many repairs

the song is over
the silence of the moment
vibrant echoes

© G.s.k. ‘15

 over the fence
some say the grass is greener
over the fence

an ancient fence
old, distorted and crumpled
like old age

lines and squiggles
in a black and white world
no shades of green

© G.s.k. ‘15

(as I wrote request these last three haiku upon her request I dedicate them to Barb Taub)

Haiku Horizons – Over

Safe from Virgins – Waka – September 19, 2015

safe from virgins
he gallops in the black night
far from the earth

© G.s.k.’15

The journal Natural History

Reading Chèvrefeuille’s feature this morning, I began to wonder if it could be possible that perhaps, in times gone by, that the unicorn actually existed.

It seems a little odd in a world with creatures who, yes have horns, but two never one … with one exception, the extinct Elasmothere rhinoceros.  Animals have come and gone throughout the eons. What if like this ancient animal, the unicorn depicted in seals from the Indus Valley, mentioned by the ancient Greeks and even mentioned in the Bible … existed and went by the name of unicorn.

We know that in the Middle Ages and Renaissance our forefathers waxed rather romantic (and sometime rather silly) so the fanciful white creature enamoured of virgins probably only found its home in the poet’s mind. This doesn’t mean that perhaps the creature might have been something like small rhinoceros (though less romantic) although in ancient documents it seems that it is described as a horned horse or sometimes a single horned goat.  There’s so much we don’t know … maybe the unicorn was a horse with a horn 😉 .

in the light of dawn
imagining unicorns
in my back yard

© G.s.k.’15

Heinrich Harder from ca. 1920

Linked to: Carpe Diem #821 Monoceros (Unicorn)

Morning Haiku and Waka – Colours (Red) – September 18, 2015

Collage Riva in Red

tumbling leaves
carpeting the park and streets
in crimson

[that world in red]
floating in muffled silence
lost paradise

warming fire
the licking flames burn red
turning logs black

Christmas tree
decked in red trimmed in white
childhood memories

in her passion
she paints the world red
ocean waves crash
in growing cacophony
– silence

© G.s.k. ‘15