Una Mattina – Chained Senryu – September 11, 2016

three drops of water
here, this dim dewy morning
yet another day

how does one measure
a long lonely day
in metres or feet

what of illusions
of togetherness now gone
that morning

three drops of water
not dew not tears not rain
yet another day

cathartic shocks
from a TV show)

white clouds pass
and evening comes and goes
yet nothing changes

unless this morning
is a new beginning
yet another day
in this splendid sunshine
the birds sing

© Gsk ‘16

I believe I’ve used Ludovico Einaudi’s music in the past … at least once – he was already in my tags but I’d like to thank Cheryl-Lynn Roberts for reminding me of this author this morning from her Facebook page.

Safe from Virgins – Waka – September 19, 2015

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

© G.s.k.’15

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

Linked to: Carpe Diem #821 Monoceros (Unicorn)

Out of a washbowl – Tan Renga – August 15, 2015

Vintage Rustic Pewter Pitcher And Wash Bowl

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up,
my distorted face

© Sumitaku Kenshin (1961-1987)

those concentric circles
move towards infinity

© G.s.k. ‘15



Written for:

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #96 Sumitaku Kenshin’s out of the washbowl

In today’s feature we met a new, modern haiku poet, who unfortunately left this world after only 26 years.  To read his biography, click on the above link.

Morning Haiku and Waka – March 29, 2015

Spring concert in 4 movements

a single blackbird
chortles his mating song
and then a challenge
back and forth they sing at dawn
filling the morning with spring

first light of day break
two blackbirds challenge with song
a third adds his voice
back and forth the music goes
nature shames Vivaldi

larks and finches
greet the morning sun
twittering happily
from a blackbird solo
now this vibrant symphony

spring has come
each voice adds it’s counterpoint
ah – life’s symphony
lovelorn song-birds sing their songs
to please their future spouses

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Raven

single black feather
reminder of dawn birdsong
or E. A. Poe

slithering shapes
lizards run helter-skelter
down the stone walls

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – Gift of Spring – March 3, 2015

rays morning


morning concert
bright finch and blackbird duet
sparrows in counterpoint
then in the distance ravens
caw syncopated laments

first gift of spring
beauty wrapped in a sunrise
morning birdsong fest

spring morning sunrise
fills the world with gifts of light
gone empty darkness
sad thoughts of impermanence
melt with the warmth of birdsong

© G.s.k. ‘15