A Monday Shot – Photography – January 11, 2016

Hello … here’s it’s raining as it seems to be all over the Northern Hemisphere, or at least among those whom I’m in contact with.  I went out for a walk … just near home.  I’ll go farther afield tomorrow. I was hoping to find some rose-hips for an experiment suggested to me by Joanna … a very artist lady with a fantastic sense of the aesthetic who mixes her arts … visual and Japanese poetry.

rain and snow

a morning walk
the icy rain penetrates
this old knapsack

© G.s.k. ‘16

rain and snow – 2

winter is calling
even the sparrows hear it
over their chatter

© G.s.k. ‘16

And now, I’m off to make some curry flavoured dried apples … see you later.  Bastet

Festoons of Flowers – Haibun – December 20, 2015

Waiting for the bus in a sea of umbrellas can be an interesting experience.  The streets become as colourful as a Christmas scene festooned with multi-coloured decorations.  Some people always carry an umbrella with them, so they’re the small telescopic variety, maybe made of bright plastic or a duller clothe-like material.  Some came out after the rain began to fall and have an umbrella that covers not only their head and shoulders, but maybe three or more phantasmagorical persons.

Imagine Rome on a rainy day where I used to work.  Romans, and indeed most Italians, aren’t used to the disciplined queuing up so common in an Anglo-Saxon world.  They see the bus coming and jostle their would be fellow passengers trying to be the first on the bus when it pulls up.

The people who would descend from the bus, can’t, until finally someone gives way, overcoming the impasse.  People begin to step off of the bus, with their umbrellas before them, which pop open like flowers on a documentary run at high-speed. Then finally the new passengers mount the bus walking like crabs, a sort of sideways back-step, their umbrellas behind them, so they won’t get wet.  I often wondered if all of this wasn’t some mysterious metaphor of Italian life.

festoons of flowers
blooming on a rainy day
catching a bus

© G.s.k. ‘15

This haibun was written for: Haibun Monday – 4 which appeared on dVerse presented by Mary, who also furnished the photo used in the post unfortunately for me, I’m very late writing and posting this … but I thought the prompt was lovely so participated anyway in the comments. To all of you who read this post, I’d really encourage you to click the link where you’ll find many more haibun and of course the prompt!  Ciao, Bastet.

 

 

Lagoon – June 25, 2015

Gulls

cloud shrouded lagoon
the first drops of rain fall
seagulls scream

© G.s.k. ‘15

For:

Carpe Diem #762 lagoon

Dawn Thoughts – July 2, 2014

More Rain

Haiku

autumn cold in june
rain washes the mountains
trekkers in ponchos

Kyoka

in Rome they say
that temperatures are high
in our valley though
we shiver in autumn rain
need a train ticket!

Haibun

Yesterday I got up early, as usual, but I was isolated once again from the world!  By good luck, or perhaps it was just fate, I’d begun the evening before, writing in Word ™, a poem for Oloriel’s Monday Poetry Prompt … and I had downloaded Yves’ Wordle from Mindovermisery’s Menagerie.  So I had the chance to write, though not publish.  My biggest worry was that I couldn’t put up my Pixelventures weekly prompt.

Internet connected around 9:30 but by then, my family was up and getting breakfast ready, my son having plans to leave early to get back to his studies in Padua.

The connection popped on and off all day.  So, I finally did what I’d planned a week or so ago.  My hubby had given me a new HDD … a fantastic roomy new hard disk with a terabyte of place to fill up!  But, I had two problems: the first is in November I’d had a friend put Ubuntu up on my computer and couldn’t get Windows to boot without it, and the second was that I didn’t want to spend a lot of downtime reinstalling my system – losing 6 years of updates to boot! (That’s how long my present system has been running!)

I did a quick search in order to solve the first problem and found the answer at Informatica Libera Antonio Cantaro, yes, I searched in Italian … because I’ve always worked with computers here in Italy and understand computer stuff in Italian . English is Greek to me when it comes to computers!  Fix in a jiffy! (I used the second suggestion – rebuilding my MBR and boot with my Windows installation CD).

I resolved second problem thanks to a second reasearch result … this time at Locker Gnome (in English) and learnt how to clone my old system onto my new hard disk with Todo Backup by EaseUs  making it possible to just change the disk and keep all my old configuration and data!

It worked a charm!  Then, since my computer was open, my husband did a little dusting on the inside of my case and he changed my “alimentatore” too (which feeds electricity to the computer maybe power source in English?) with a bigger one and by 9:00 in the evening, I had a refurbished computer with a terabyte of space to slosh around in (my former HDD was 180 gigabytes).  There are a few little quirks I admit.  I’ll have to reinstall my antivirus for example and the start-up is a little sluggish so I’ll have to look into that, but so far it works fine.

annoying morning
creates a chance for change
learning new skills

Have a great day!  Bastet

For a friend – Shadorma – June 14, 2014

For a Friend

rainy day
something iintimate
like sad tears
daily cares
when the sun returns I find
my silver lining

what can a grey day be?
a memory
penned!

my dear friend
lost in her deep thoughts
pondering
existence
under a warm bright duvet
sleep creeps quietly

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Written for my friend Cheryl-Lynn

 

Haiku – March 24, 2014

reflections

water illusions
reflecting  reality
sparrows in the trees

 

 

Haiku – Hanging Rivers

riv’lets pouring down
rooves looking like odd torrents
under the eaves – birds

Winter Lament

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

Haiku – January 15, 2014

Haiku
Morning

wet morning walking
black umbrella protects me
sad fenced-in raindrops

Quatern: Dawn

Quatern

Dawn

First light, rain falls and raven crows
What a strange morning it has been
Entombed silence but noise within
Dawn arises to life’s greetings.

Here then is the morning’s wtness:
First light, rain falls and raven crows.
The birds have begun their singing,
Courtyard is shadowed in color.

Uncertain is the Sun today,
Life goes on as it often does…
First light, rain falls and raven crows,
Yes, life goes on its merry way.

Each day, a miracle to me,
Nor cry I now to see these clouds.
Listen…the sounds of life, observe!
First light, rain falls and raven crows.

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 24