Sunset thoughts – Morning Haiku and Waka – October 1, 2014

sunset and moon light

sunset and moon light

under the moon scythe
greeting the Indian summer
– the screech of an owl

indian summer –
sunset red like the grape vines
another leaf falls

hot afternoon
autumn sun sets in the west
chilling the valley

ah – drizzling rain
complaining blackbirds calling
wake-up the dawn

Dawn Thoughts – July 14, 2014

The Here and Now

I’ve been working a lot on my computer and trying to organize my blogs.  Putting up the “new” Blogger blog “Bastet’s Waka Library” has been a challenge at times.  Everything is more or less done for you on WordPress – but blogger has some distinct advantages, like the possibility of using different fonts, which are not to be sneered at.  I’ve got two Goggle +  accounts though and my Waka Library is irrevocably tied to one I’ve rarely used.  All my “followers” are on an account created at a later date, plus, I’ve discovered I have a Blogger account there too!  What a mess!

Another thing I’m trying to do is back up all my WordPress writing.  I spent a couple of hours yesterday afternoon copying and pasting the first 4 months onto Word, then creating PDF to read them on my e-reader.  There’s a lot of trash and sometimes I felt embarrassed about some of the stuff I’d written … I’m probably going to make them private in the near future.

April 2013, was when I encountered “We Drink Because We’re Poets” and became interested in a big way in poetry.  The enthusiasm of those posts are something to be seen.  I read like an adolescent who’s fallen in love!  The stuff I wrote was mostly slush of course, but maybe with a little editing I can pull out some good poetry.  The point then was the writing for the writing and pure fun.  It was a magic moment and like no other time.   I felt a vitality and sense of community which I’d never felt before or since.

Alas those days are gone, never to be repeated but I’m happy I lived them.  It was at this point that I wrote my last tanka of the day … remembering the Zen teaching of enjoying the here and now, which helps me live and enjoy each moment to it’s fullest, without regrets and without pretentious ambition.

yesterday never returns
tomorrow never comes
enjoy this sunset
its eternal here and now
illumination


church in rain

Haiku

summer dreams
inviting warm reflection
drops of rain

Tanka

grey mantle flung
upon the mountains and fields
endless tear drops fall
for a summer shortly lived
green forests in mist

Winter Lament

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Sketchbook Poetry

Winter Lament

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

puddles muddle inside my brain
waiting for some dry remark
yet nothing comes to me right now
but stale rhyme..a poet’s parody

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

drips dropped ceaselessly for two weeks
(“you’re so lucky it’s wasn’t snow”) who cares!
the rain has rusted my bones and brain
leaving me here in sodden disgusted woe.

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

pitter-patter on my window pane
splish-splashing down the road it comes
no good to lament…no good to whine
this is the true nature of our winter-time

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

poor groundhog’s drowned in Italy
for his shadow he certainly saw that day
the blackbird* days were just too warm
so who knows when this rain will stop!

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

twinkle twinkle went the stars
the moon shown bright for a few hours
then up they came the dull grey clouds
so, guess:  the sun won’t shine again today.

Damn.

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* see Days of the Blackbird

Free Verse: rain poem

Free Verse

rain poem

the rain came drum-drumming down
on the corrugated plexiglass roofing
in sheets
its thrum-thrumming
ripped through my dream at dawn
cleaning the air of the heavy cloud
that suffocates good humor
leaving crystal clear skies
and I with a poem in my mind
to be written
here
without  thought
for metaphor, meter, or form
just a verse to celebrate the rain
in autumn
a gift from Yu Shi.

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 7