Morning Waka and Haiku – Storm – October 5, 2015

Photo Credits for Jen’s Lightening 

hugging her pillow
the child trembles fearfully –
a raging storm

storms in the deserts
too many jinns are afreets
dressed up like men

Afghanistan
as a storm of bombs fall
hospital burns
three doctors killed in a flash
without hearing the thunder

fearful child trembles –
the raging storms of mankind
far from her bed
she only fears the thunder
echoing in the mountains

© G.s.k. ‘15

Haiku Horizons – Storm

The Hungarian Badriomaku – Departures – August 6, 2015

Departures

you turn
looking sad
as the train arrives
tears
stand on your lashes
not wanting to fall
then I hear – All aboard!

lover’s
farewell kiss
one last long embrace
spring
will bring May flowers
for some – not them
he died on the front.

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Hungarian Badriomaku – syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5

I must really thank Paloma for sending me this link to Consciouscacophony post today, where I learnt a new form .. go and read C.C.’s post – stupendous!

Listening to Snow – Tanka – August 5, 2015

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)

Mi Mao Tom’s Spring Song — Kyoka – March 14, 2015

oh gentle geisha
how sweet’s your smile
mi mao
sing more for me just a while
your heady ways make me sigh

here at your feet
oh fine gentle creature
this lowly tom
must admire your subtle forms
I mi mao for your love

spring has come
oh sweet lithesome willow
your forms excite
this lowly creature … mi mao
come to visit with me tonight

ah the wind and rain
shall reign tonight my dove
if you’ll come to me
I’ll stroke your lovely back
oh – how we shall purr – mi mao

© G.s.k. ‘15

This kyoka was written thanks to my friend Jen who brought my attention to this wonderful Netsuke of Two Cats a 19th century Japanese wooden miniature – Information about the piece and the photo can be found HERE and more information about Netsuke can be found HERE

Rehearsal – Haiku/tanka – February 24, 2015

 

Credits: Dance Rehearsal in the Studio of the Opera

 

 one two three brisè
the maids twirl and whirl today
Swan Lake

danseur noble
blithely picks up his maiden
she en pointe
flows through the air live a swan
we watch their smooth magic

© G.s.k. 15

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Morning Haiku and Waka – Shashin no uta – January 25, 2015

shivering  patterns
shadows loom in darkened masks
a sinking leaf

 near the cobbled path
patterns form making dark omens
leaf shivering sinks

© G.s.k. ‘15

This is my first attempt at this week’s photoku prompted by the words;  SHIVERING and PATTERN  for Blog it or Lose it!

Tan Renga with Jen (Paloma)- December 28, 2014

ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling

© Jen of Blog It Or Lose It

black scorpion scuttles
red rocks offer shelter

© G.s.k. ’14

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s Tan Renga This week’s TR challenge begins with a haiku written by Jen (or Paloma) of Blog It Or Lose It.

The Old Woman – Choka – December 3, 2014

Choka

it is early dawn …
walking under the lamp lights
with only her thoughts
goes the old woman
fighting her insomnia
and her loneliness –
she visits her husband’s grave
or walks alone in the park –

the clock strikes half-four
the metal gate of her house
opens moaning
the ticking of her cane
fills the morning streets –
today mixed with cold rain,
the factory siren
calling morning workers
a lonely centaur
streaking down a street … roaring –

the first whiffs of smoke
fill the air mixed with rain drops
here on my loggia
I watch her passing slowly
every morning before dawn.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Jen from Blog it or Lose it is Ghost Writer at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai … today she’s introduced the “film noir” genre … what is noir … here’s a few lines of explanation:

· Driving at night … in the rain;
· Dark, shadowy, smoky rooms with venetian blind shadows;
· People in trench coats standing alone in the fog … or on a pier … or in an alley … or a street corner … or in some sort of awkward, lonely, vulnerable position.

 

I’m afraid that I’m not much of a mystery writer … I’ve really got to be in a particular mood for that lovely genre … but I do observe the night … well let’s say the hours just before dawn … as most who follow my blog already know.  So I wrote a choka about the lady who passes under my house almost every morning – throughout the year, no matter what the weather.

 

 

Morning Haiku and Waka – Winter – November 26, 2014

photo credits: http://dark–matter.deviantart.com/art/Summer-winter-30762866

sylphs play in the snow
under the naked willow
making mighty drifts

wind in the snowflakes
swirling ’round the yard like sylphs
–  dancing wonderland

sitting by the window
snowflakes tumble in the wind –
whispering cold

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the new season dawns
cold wind whistles winter songs
curled in a duvet
nostalgic music playing
and I think – let it snow

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Heeding Haiku with HA

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Sylphs and Cold Within a Sound

Morning Haiku and Waka – November 5, 2014

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red

rain drops like tears
all we see or seem to be
an eternal dream

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai where Jen from Blog it or Lose it it! is today’s Ghost Writer, her subject, Edgar Allen Poe’s great poem “A Dream Within A Dream .. here’s a link to my Blogger post at Bastet’s Waka Library where I wrote an auto-renga for the same prompt.