Kukai winner- rain drops – November 3, 2015

Bamboo wind chimes

rain drips
off the old bamboo wind-chimes
serenity

© G.s.k. ‘15

This morning I was blessed with a wonderful confirmation of my haiku art.  The above haiku won the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Kukai of  “Peace of Mind”  the Fall Kukai event.

The other haiku I submitted were:

[this young lark]
in the pomegranate tree
songs of autumn
(numbered 14)

© G.s.k. ‘15

along the river
buzzing insects play
– hide and seek
(numbered 15)

© G.s.k. ‘15

“The winner of the Kukai is given the opportunity to make an e-book of his/her haiku with a maximum of 30 pages and he/she will be the featured haiku poet in the month after the kukai.” (in this case we’re speaking of December 2015).

Chèvrefeuille’s new Kukai is as follows:

“For .. this new haiku contest, I have chosen the following theme: WINTER and of course that’s a very broad range of things and scenes. So I love to challenge you to write/compose haiku in which you can “feel”, “touch”, “smell”, “taste”, “see” and “hear” WINTER, must be easy … don’t you think so too ….!
Submission starts today. You can submit haiku (only haiku with a maximum of three new (unpublished) haiku) until December 23rd 10.00 PM (CET) to our email address:

carpediemhaikukai@gmail.com

Please write: kukai Winter in the subject line.”

Tackle Tuesday – Serenity – August 5, 2014

diamondsToday I’m writing this post for the first of a series of new prompts by Chèvrefueille of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai called Tackle it Tuesday.  This is a new WordPress blog and will be a weekly haiku-meme!

The first episode is dedicated to “serenity”. Here’s how the post begins … but i’d suggest you follow the link for the full post!

This first episode is called “Serenity” and it is based on the philosophy of Sri Swami Sivananda (1887-1963) who ‘composed’ the song of the 18-ity. He was born in the south of India and studied medicine. He worked as a doctor several years in Malaysia. After that he settled in Rishikesh at the foot of the Himalayans where he devoted his life to yoga and the spreading of it.

 

So the first “ity” is serenity … this is Chevrèfeuille’s Haiku:

deep silence
at the top of the mountain
I discover myself

© Chèvrefeuille

§§§§§

Serenity is the first “ity” of 18 which we should contemplate, trying to make each one a part of us.  This morning I meditated on a plant.  The poor thing seemed as though it was destined to extinction … but yesterday it sprouted a new shoot after laying months dormant.  The feelings I felt seeing this little, for me,  miracle gave me a wonderful calm fulfilling feeling, that I’d call serenity.

pushing skywards
a sprout – harbinger of life
dawning serenity

© G.s.k. ’14

Our human life can be a whirl-wind of strife and pain … but if for one moment we can visualize the reality that life is more than just our personal outlook, we can glimpse a wider picture.  That picture is in the here and now … the instant of existence.

Carpe Diem: Hail the King

This is Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s last prompt from the 4 part musical short story composed and played by Adrian von Ziegler:

Haiku

the brave king returns
peace and serenity ours
his majesty reigns

his majesty reigns
united in his warm love
peace is his proud name

I would like to thank Kristjaan Panneman for these wonderful prompts and the great introduction of Adrian von Ziegler to my life.

Rhyme Royal: Autumn’s Morn

Inspired by TJ!

Rhyme Royal

Autumn’s Morn

Waking up in the morning now
The world is such a different place
Silence seems much deeper somehow
Things move at a serene slower pace
Just as though the Earth’s very grace
Is given now to bring me good cheer
As the darkest days grow ever near.

I truly love early autumn’s morn
Albeit I miss songbirds of spring
Yes, they are what I truly mourn
Not the cold that winter will bring
But that lovely song of life so green…
(Autumn will pass, days will grow cold
And so I’ll be reminded that I am old.

My bones will soon ache and groan
As the season wanes to winter’s dictates
In summer I can move freely, without a moan
The pain like summer’s birds migrates
But in winter cold, my health stagnates
Ah such for me is the cycle of the seasons
Yet, I live and so accept what autumn harkens.)

Haibun: Riflections on the River

Riflextions on the River

Reflections on the River

The air always so clean the morning after a storm, the sky more intense. Reflections of clouds and the city allow me to see reality but also the magical city imaged in the water.

Which would I choose if I could live in one or the other?  The figs will flower soon.  I love figs, maybe I would choose reality.

images of the morning
serenely I contemplate
figs and reality

Haibun Prompt: 13th Floor Paradigm

Haibun: The Clock and the Collage

The clock

The clock and collage

A collage of original post cards and photographs are placed under the clock, not the usual cheap travel posters.  In fact, there aren’t any travel posters. It’s nearly 8:25, the travel bureau opened at 8.  I walk up to the young lady’s desk, she smiles.
“May I help you?”
She’s young and has a warm smile, an air of serenity.  I ask myself if she may help me.
“Did you go on a trip recently?” I enquire, not knowing why I’m there at all.
“Yes.” that’s all, just yes.
“I’d like to go there too.”
I buy the ticket and book the hotel.  I will be leaving the day after at 8:20 for Barcelona.

unknown goal
life offers surprises
through the serenity of a smile

Writing Prompt: What is a Haibun

The Clock and Collage

Writing to Music: Senryu Trilogy

I’ve been requested to write a trilogy to the music of Eric Satie…Les Trois Gymnopédie…in Haiku (but I’ve chosen Senryu) by Barb Taub.   How could I refuse a request like this, and from one of my first and most faithful blogging friend!

The difference between Haiku and Senryu, is basically focus.  Here I’m focusing on a day in a couple’s life (in first person point of view).  So, not strictly Haiku which would be a more specific description of nature.

For those who may not know the piece or would like to listen to it while they read…just click the link to Les Trois Gymnopédie here.

Sarca River flows into lake Garda...sailing

Sarca River flows into lake Garda…sailing

Gymnopédie N° 1

first light foreshadows
languid summer day, with you
dawn is our promise

@)–>–>—

Gymnopédie N° 2

our sun shines brightly
Sarca river flows serenely
we laugh as ducks dive

@)–>–>—

Gymnopédie N°3

sailing on the lake
strong wind fills our sails, we race
wind’s gift: our freedom

@)–>–>—

Have a great Sunday Barb, I hope you like them, and a great day to everyone else too!

Free Verse: Unobserved Pain

Free Verse

Unobserved Pain

can one who does not exist

hurt a living soul?

can pain not observed

be pain at all?

the tears that fall

that no one sees

are they real at all?

if i give you my pain

unobserved

or my tears unseen

do you feel compassion?

where is the soul

that cries

that observes,

indeed where are the you

where the i?

these

atoms floating through space

in unknown time

are they us

show me the you

who suffers

and

then i’ll show you

your emptiness.