heart lotus bloomed
dreaming I sought the flower
unknowing t’was mine
The object of Carpe Diem’s Distillation is to “distill” a longer poem into a haiku trying to keep it’s “fragance” This is the poem from which I distilled above:
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
(The haiga was made last year and I’m using it only for the flower it is not part of the challenge. 😉 )