ducks mating in spring
in this American park
just like being home
© Gsk ’16
In the Park – Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – July 13, 2016
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Tag Archives: happiness
Six for Wednesday 1 – Wordle – April 7, 2016
Ah it’s so clear now,
I thought this morning
As I pushed through my dream
Back into this world.
I awoke with wonder deep
My soul rejoicing
I was still able to look upon
The radiance of the sun.
Never had I been happier to realize
That my perception of reality was wrong.
© G.s.k. ’16
Six for Wednesday – 1 – and 1sojournal
Mother’s Gift – Friday Fictioneers – March 24, 2016
“Perfect!” Stephen said rubbing his hands together, “I think that’ll get the message across!”
“Uhm, don’t you think that that’s a bit much?” Jason said, looking doubtfully.
“Nah! My Mom’s got an original outlook … she’ll love this!”
The next day, Mother’s Day, Stephen blind-folded his mother and took her out to the back garden.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” he intoned proud of his handy-work.
“Oh my Stephen! Now this is original indeed!” she beamed though uncertainly at him. “Just one thing, would you mind terribly if I paint the commode sky blue?”
“Ah! I should have thought of that!”
© G.s.k. ‘16
100 words
Haibun – “The purpose of our lives” – March 11, 2016
Water Drops
Walking in the rain, one can often be distracted from the bigger picture of what life is all about. I was thinking about the living lesson which is the Dalai Lama one morning as the damp winter chill penetrated my old bones and specifically : “The purpose of our lives is to be happy”.
How odd to think that our purpose isn’t to save the world from hunger perhaps or injustice and how wise. Living in the world, in our proper place, that of being one of the infinite bits of the whole, is so much better than the grandiose ideal of semi godhood we seem to want to impose upon ourselves. If our purpose is to be happy we should remember that being happy promotes happiness. Have you ever seen the infectious reaction around a truly happy person.
inside a raindrop
infinite worlds evolve
in happiness
© G.s.k. ‘16
A New Year Gift – Haibun – January 1, 2015
Photo Credits: Italia Che Cambia
Last night I had a dream and when I awoke the first lines of the poem I previously posted were in my mind … usually when this happens, if I don’t write the words immediately, the words and the vision disappear, not so with these words nor with the sensation of walking through a stately forest, with the trees towering above me up into the winter sky.
If you’ve ever walked inside a forest, not a woods mind, you know that there is little or no undergrowth. There can be paths of sorts, the ground is covered in old leaves, they swish as you walk and you must be careful not to become lost. The light is filtered by the trees, the silence is penetrating and the wind actually whispers. Sometimes in the summer you can hear a bird sing or a cuckoo call. The forest fills me with awe, it seems as though it is a cathedral to life, more magnificent and impelling than any cathedral I’ve ever seen.
I think I must have dreamt of a forest. The feelings of awe still courses through my mind and I can almost see the beauty of this magnificent forest.
in a winter dream
the joy of life grows stronger
with every step
© G.s.k. ‘16
Earth’s Cathedral – free verse – January 1, 2015
In this winter forest
Of cedar, spruce and pine
(The snow, softly falling
No passage here of time)
This dreamland comforts me
As the wind whispers songs
No hymns were e’er sweeter
Nor apse e’er holier
As in this holy grove
In this natural cathedral
I look towards the sky
I feel love around me
The magnificence of life
Here I sing thankful lauds
For all my many blessings,
Of each day I walk the Earth,
In this winter forest
Of cedar, spruce and pine.
© G.s.k. ‘16
This poem was a gift of a dream …
Seven Days of Christmas (4) – Troiku – December 21, 2015
wrapped in red
awaiting to be opened
a message of love
wrapped in red
bound with silver ribbon
his Christmas gift
awaiting to be opened
under the bright tree
a child’s first gift
a message of love
crafted in crayon and framed
more precious than gold
© G.s.k. ‘15
A Ghost Story – Choka – December 21, 2015
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 |
Christmas Rounds – Jane’s Circular Poem – The Twenty-Eight – December 17, 2015
Following their ancient rounds
Sounds of joy floats through the town
Down the alleys ‘cross the mall
All the children dream of this:
Kris Kringle’s bright reindeer sleigh
Away on Christmas evening
Following their ancient rounds …
In children’s dreams:
Creams and candy
Dandy toys too
Blue berry pies
Skies with snow-flakes
Skates on lakes – spin
In children’s dreams.
© G.s.k. ‘15
This morning I had a really stimulating meet with The Secret Keeper about her last week’s poetry prompt (Weekly Writing Prompt – please click to see the interesting prompts she puts up), intrigued that she’d written with the combination of the circular poem and the twenty-eight for her 18 December post (spoilers!) I thought I’d like to try it – but forgot that the twenty eight is a seven syllable poem in only four lines, however, thank heaven’s there’s a variation .. so I wrote the variation as a “twenty-eight circular poem” (seven lines with four syllables each).
I’ll link this to B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Jane’s Circular Poem … (also The Twenty-Eight)
Morning Haiku and Waka – double entendre avec musique – December 9, 2015
Humoresque
fowl improvisations
on an evening walk
playing Chopin
adagio through crescendo
entr’acte duet
this warm summer afternoon
our fugue into fantaisie
© G.s.k. ‘15
Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #22 double entendre (double meaning)
In today’s post on writing techniques we explored double meanings which is one of the techniques I love the most … above I play with musical terms … and not only.
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