the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows
© Jane Reichhold
rustling in a breeze
projecting rain memories
© Gsk ’16
Tan Renga with Jane Reichhold (CDHK) – July 28, 2016
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Tag Archives: summer
Morning Haiku and Waka – July 22, 2016
in deep waters
cold and angst of drowning
at day break
© Gsk ’16
this summer dawn
awaiting the breaking storm
ducks shelter
© Gsk ’16
Daily Haiku – July 21, 2016
morning departure
the valley sleeps awaiting
new visitors
© Gsk ’16
Morning Haiku and Waka – July 15, 2016
media-cache – found on Facebook
into the sunset
another day tumbles
towards darkness
crashing hopes
deafening the lover
gulls screech overhead –
sitting on the boardwalk
the child watches the sun set
© Gsk ’16
Carpe Diem Special – Mandarin Duck by Buson – July 14
For today’s Carpe Diem Special a haiku by Yosa Buson:
mandarin duck –
rain falls silently
from an oak
© Yosa Buson (1716-1783)
Mallards on Lake Mattis – Champagne, Illinois
mallard ducks –
splashing water drops
in the grass
Gsk ’16
Two Tan Renga: Hokku by – Tomas Transtromer and Hamish Gunn – May 11, 2016
A renga with Tomas Tranströmer
A dragonfly pair
fastened to one another
went flickering past
©Tomas Tranströmer
joyfully trapped flying
in a summer romance
© G.s.k. ’16
A renga withHamish Managua Gunn
petal lanterns —
a waterfall of flowers
her lips touch mine
© Hamish Managua Gunn
streams of sensation
under spring moonlight
© G.s.k. ’16
This is Tan Renga Month at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and I was away and was happy to see that I only missed on of the Tan Renga – so for the episode dedicated to May 7, I also wrote for the hokku presented on May 6.
in the moonlight – Tan Renga – May 3, 2016
William Russell – Indulgy
in the moonlight
wisteria flowers look fragile –
a gust of wind
© Chèvrefeuille
ghostly tendrils trail
sweet perfume into the night
© G.s.k. ‘16
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 3rd (3) ” in the moonlight”
Morning Haiku and Waka – Blog Hopping – January 11, 2016
Love, what is love? That potent attraction that pulls two people together? No perhaps that’s hormones and little else. Well, might it be then, the fascinating encounter with a great thinker who can mesmerize one into ecstasy with words? I think not, intellectually fulfilling perhaps, at least for a time but love, no, not love. What about that perfect body, those lovely eyes and that suave voice. Aesthetically pleasing perhaps, but no, not love. We in the west, raised and nurtured on fairy tales and romantic novels, have a vague idealistic vision of love and I suspect that that vision is just an illusion. If we search for love guided by all the nonsense that we watch on television and read in books our love affairs will be quickly over because they’re based on “fried air” as the Italians like to say.
So what is love – are there different kinds of love, or is there just Love with a capital letter? Is that feeling you have for your dog or cat any less important to you than the feelings you have for your child. (I can hear the scandalized voices now .. but Let’s be honest.) Don’t you get all torn up and feel miserable when your dear four-legged friend dies. I know I still mourn my old friend Maao to the point that I never want to own another cat.
If we’re talking about sentiments and emotions, I suppose we could call a summer encounter or a meeting of minds on the internet a love affair, but if we’re looking for something deeper that involves something more universal maybe we should look within.
a quick flash
star-crossed summer loves
autumn cinders
© G.s.k. ‘16
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sun and moon
lovers always separated
forever linked
this heart
one with the universe
love
a warm touch
the cherry tree blossoms
in love with life
creation
attraction and repulsion
love’s paradox
© G.s.k. ‘16
This post is linked to: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #69 An Essay About Real Love, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille February 10th 2016 and
NaHaiWriMo – Zephyr – February 8, 2016
late afternoon
fishermen’s boats bob
a zephyr’s caress
evening zephyr
caressing our nudity
moonlit night
© G.s.k. ‘16
Fields – Haiku Haitaishi- January 22, 2016
windy afternoon
a lark caught in the current
o’er fields of grain
in a field of wheat
cicadas serenade
[a farmer sleeps]
fresh turned soil
crows fly o’er the empty fields
searching out seeds
a field of snow
perfect white canvas
tales, yet untold
© G.s.k. ‘16
Here are a few examples about this modern kigo by Jane herself:
a field of snow
fenced in by fields
of snow
the winter moon
diminishing into snowflakes
open fields
dark fences
encircling the snowy field
eyelashes blink
stitching together
now-covered fields
blackbird wings
© Jane Reichhold
And here is Chèvrefeuille’s lovely haiku:
virgin field
disgracing it would be a sin
the first bare step
© Chèvrefeuille
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