Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods – July 29, 2015

just a boy and girl
in the evening – purpling
summer bliss
doves cooed sweet nothings
our words – lost in the woods

the young couple
purpling on lake Garda
at sunset
lost in each other’s arms
ignoring the moon’s voice

G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #54 lost in the woods about tanka

And speaking of love … it’s not an exclusive of the young:

lost in the woods
desperate and anxious
elderly people
just seeking for a bit of privacy
to live their newly found love

© Chèvrefeuille

Morning Haiku and Waka – July 25, 2015

dancing lightning
all along the mountain tops
summer flamingo

fat drops of rain
falling on the rooftops
midnight storm

with open arms
I stand under the rainfall
welcome my lover
cover me in your kisses
caress me with your cool touch

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Cuckoo – Adult Fairy Tale/Haibun – April 30, 2015


Up in the woods behind the village there’s a place where lover’s sometimes go.  Private, mossy and cool when the summer haze sets in this place is as inviting as any four star hotel. The smell of wild thyme and pine fills the air and a cuckoo’s serenade often echoes through the trees.

One day, a young couple came upon this happy corner of the woods and decided to have a picnic.  They put down their nap sack and laid out a blanket.  Before eating their lunch though, they started kissing and well … you know, one thing leads to another.  Their love song wove its way from tree to tree; then came his mighty climax – it sounded like the roar of a lion and  her return call sounded like the cry of a hawk.

A woodsman was walking along the path that would have led him to their refuge but he stopped short when he heard their love song.  He must have been at least seventy years old.  He stopped, for a second clearly remembering another summer day so many years ago.  He thought of his wife, now a little bent and yes a bit fat. What a lovely girl she’d been. Then he caught sight of his veined-knobbed wrinkled hands. He smiled and with a chuckle thought that he too had been quite a good-looking lad.  Whistling an aimless tune, he took another path that would lead him home.  He figured he could be there in just over twenty minutes and as he thought this, a vision of his lovely girl came to mind.

in a summer haze
a cuckoo’s call in the woods
inviting love

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Tale Weaver: Bedtime Story featured on Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie