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6 Word Saturday on Sunday – August 9, 2015
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Tag Archives: summertime
Silent Sunday – August 9, 2015
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This gallery contains 2 photos.
Summer Haze – Haiku – August 9, 2015
summer haze
purpling the mountain tops
a flash of lightning
thunder storm
five minutes respite at dawn
day in a sauna
this fantasy
unfolds under the willows
summer afternoon
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written for:
Carpe Diem Utabukuro #7 a drop of water by Cor van den Heuvel where our host introduces us to a new haiku poet:
reading a mystery
a cool breeze comes through
the beach roses
a drop of water
floats by the canoe
on a curled leaf
© Cor van den Heuvel
Morning Haiku and Waka – August 7, 2015
early bells ringing
the swallows are drunk on gnats
another hot morn
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heat haze
shimmering on the mountains
as night becomes day
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sombre thoughts
death passes close today
ah – remembering
those who’ve gone away
alive somewhere within me
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ah – those words
meanings within meanings
hidden and open
what really stands behind them?
loneliness and sorrow
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ambition
“I want to be a star”
even a star
can quickly go nova
illuminating the sky
© G.s.k. ‘15
Summer Freshness – Haiku/Tanka – July 13, 2015
shadows and depth
lapping waves
swishing of gravel and waves
fresh evening song
fresh evening song
growing shadows on the beach
breeze on the lake
breeze on the lake
cooling summer evening
a boy and a girl
a boy and a girl
walking hand in hand
lost in summer love
listening to the waves
kissing the evening shore
© G.s.k. ‘15
Summer Morning – July 3, 2015
no longer spring
the early morning concerts
are silent
just a rooster
calling in the morning
blackbirds sleep
first rays of sun
peeping over the mountains
warm summer morning
© G.s.k. ‘15
There’s no need for a calendar to understand when summer is in full swing. The birds let you know. All the chitter-chatter of spring, first the courting – then the chicks hatching and wanting to be fed, the little ones’ first flights, all this is over now and the mornings are just about as silent as in winter.
Our neighbour’s cat, with her big pregnant belly, watches the birds from her perch on the stone wall, her tail swishing. Her family throws bits of bread outside their window onto the street for the sparrows, I think she might be waiting for one to take the bait.
lazy and silent
already hot and sticky
summer morning
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written For:
Carpe Diem #767 natsuake (summer morning)
Video created by: My Passion For Art (57 Francesca)
