Morning Haiku and Waka – January 11, 2016

Persimmon Dawn

misty fields
in uncertain light
a bare tree stands

[through the fog]
sparrows and persimmons
meet in the first light

mixed with snowflakes
so pale and enchanting
silver light

in the icy mist
the voyager departed
into first light
the trains crossed clacking loudly
leaving deafening silence

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #894 First Light

Here are a few of the examples which Jane gives for first light:

first light
nudging frozen clouds
snow flakes

milky dawn
the world without color
takes form

spots of blue
varying the light to fit
tracks in the snow

© Jane Reichhold

and by Chèvrefeuille:

winter morning
the fragile light of the sun
reflects in the snow

a cold moonlit night
just the sound of fresh fallen snow –
wandering over the moors

© Chèvrefeuille

Free Verse: Magic Beside The Window – First Posted – May 12, 2013

by the window sepiaFree Verse

Magic Beside The Window

Childhood passed beside a window

Coloring, drawing, daydreaming

Watching as the cars drove past

Watching birds and butterflies

Imagining places that never existed

Of people who never were.

I’d imagine flying horses

Princes, castles and dragons flying –

I’d see the terrible witches

And lovely fairies too.

I’d have myself a tea party

I’d invite in all my friends!

Black and yellow stuffed dog

Pink cow and scruffy bear…

My mother’d bring the snacks out

We’d laugh and play for hours

Then I’d tell to them a tale.

(When finally I went  to school

After a month or two,

I found that those dear windows,

Saved me from boredom too.)

Years went by and I travelled far

I met many a dragon and visited castles

I’ve come across a prince or two

And some really terrible witches!

The fairies blessed me with my lovely sons

And I’ve nothing to regret.

I just wanted to say here,

Thinking of my childhood:

My friends then were my windows.

My loved ones were my books.

My world my imagination.

I hug them still and sing their praise,

For they made me who I am.

© G.s.k ‘13

A tribute to Gary Maxwell – Utabukuro – August 2, 2015

One of my favourite poets is Gary Maxwell known in the blogging world as Ye Olde Foole … he is witty and sharp, and his haiku are delicate and very profound.  But I’ll let you judge for yourself –  this small selection of this work:

now night is over,
ancient anthems sing anew:
sirens and sparrows.
pines and lamp posts standing guard
where daybreak paints his shadows.

© Gary Maxwell
(Tanka (now night is over)18 May 2013)

(And now, here are a few of his haiku, taken from his blog site)

Some Summer mornings,
you can’t grasp a single word –
so sit in wonder.

moon still a sliver.
heart too small to hold these tears.
not enough sake.

(and remembering Basho’s haiku about a bee

a bee
staggers out
of the peony

© Basho

I couldn’t resist putting this one up)

iris
underneath her skirts
a bee

Besides writing haiku, senryu and tanka, Gary also writes classical poetry like ghazal, villanelle and sonnets. You can visit his blog site – Ye Olde Foole – by clicking the link and he can also be read on Books Cover 2 Cover.

And now I will try to write in the same tone and spirit as Gary, inspiring myself from this haiku which is one of my favourites … and very Zen to me :

There are no questions
save the ones you brought, yourself,
into this stillness.

© Gary Maxwell

§§§

in this silence
nothing to meditate on
just life
rolling past infinitely
from wonder to wonder

© G.s.k. ‘15

This post was written for:

Carpe Diem Utabukuro

 where we write about a favourite haiku … in my case I wanted to write about my favourite haiku poet, so I didn’t choose just one of his many poems ….

Feather and Shadow – Acrostic – September 25, 2014

Note … this poem was first published on the 25th of September, but outside of the title it has been completely re-written.

Feather and Shadow

Feather laying on the grass,
Ethereal and light
A memento of a gull
Thoughtlessly left behind …
Heavenwards it flew away
Eastward towards the dawn,
Released from duty off it went
Away, from the noonday sun.
Noon bells peel in cacophony,
Down in the bustling town
Silently I turn to go,
Homeward bound I leave behind
All my fantasies …
Did a feather fly into the morn
Or was that just a dream?
Wistfully I wish, that somewhere it is real.

© G.s.k. ’15

I found this lovely quote on Imaginary Garden with Real Frogs … and think it’s beautiful:

“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

 

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Spring Rain – Syllabic Verse – January 12, 2015

Sunny Rain

Sunny Rain

heavenly,
lingering sweet caress …
(bliss)
my mind wanders
inventing exciting visions
then I imagine
rain
falling on eager limbs
in springtime

whispered
like a warm summer breeze
(breath)
of life and love
in a moment of ecstasy
but long ago
sleep
upon white winter’s bed
in silence

© G.s.k. ‘15

Wordleing – Choka- December 15, 2014

church in rain

clock in the temples
discreetly throb out the hours
emblem of eternity
in a strange misshapen world
brume in the streets
envelope elegant doors
of the aloof priests
anonymous and discreet
they speak from the pulpits
five times a day
and with chantage of hell
pay for their lodgings,
they’re raison d’être being
to help the faithful
to remain wisely faithful
despite their serious doubts.

© G.s.k. ‘14

Linked to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle 39

  1. Temples
  2. Clock
  3. Discreet
  4. Throb
  5. Emblem
  6. Envelope
  7. Brume (mist, fog)
  8. Chantage (Blackmail)
  9. Aloof
  10. Anonymous
  11. Misshapen
  12. Skim

Rules

A Gourmet’s Soul – Free Verse – November 17, 2014

StillLifeWithOystersLemonAndBeer

Jose Fernando, Still Life With Oysters, Lemon and Belgian Beer

 

A subtle mix is a gourmet’s soul
His palate is his most erogenous zone –
To taste fresh fish an orgiastic event
That yields great sighs and lingering smiles –
With hints of toasty bits of bread and wine
You’ll have good sex with him anytime –
So don’t despair my darling girl –
Buy him fresh oysters and abalones …

(C) G.s.k. ’14

 

Sunday Whirl words: lingering, fresh, tends, palate, hints, sex, yields, toasty, soul, mix, subtle

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Sunday Whirl- Abbadon’s Tune – November 9, 2014

In the mud lay the crocus blooms
Rose without thorns flowers in the night
The owl, that noblest of gloomy birds,
Sits at the crossroads of suicide …

With somber fervor sing his song
Shine on shine on somber gloom
Thread the needles with silken twine
Leave not your graves ’til eventide.

With a battle yet to fight and lose
Pick up your swords for king and land
Don’t look back and don’t think twice
Follow the leader where’er he goes.

Never ask the meaning why, and
Never ask but do and die, here’s
A coin for each of your dead eyes
Dance to the tune of Abaddon.

In the mud lay the crocus blooms
Rose without thorns flowers in the night
The owl, that noblest of gloomy birds,
Sits at the crossroads of suicide …

 

(c) G.s.k. ’14

 

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