Morning Haiku and Waka – July 15, 2016

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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)

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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

wisteria in moonlight by william.russell.1690

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

Ducks in love

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

§§§

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 LoveHeeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille February 10th 2016 and

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

Carpe Diem #901 fields

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