remembrances

Challenge at CDHK to create an original “fusion” haiku from two classics and then use each line to write a “troiku” series of three more haiku.  Here’s my attempt…

 

crystal brook
reflects the willow trees
birds sing their song

sweet perfume
memories of a loved one
Jasmine blossom

© Yozakura

brook’s crystal waters

reflect sweet jasmine blossoms

scented memories

© lynn

brook’s crystal waters

brace trout swimming upstream

bait hook with fly lure

 

sweet jasmine blossoms

speak white-petaled wisdom’s way

nurture tender vines

 

scented memories

of father and mother’s love

listen to bird song

 

 

 

 

least resistance

Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it.

-Lao Tzu

 

creek overflows banks

floodwaters rise with fall rains

toads tired of swimming

 

what is softer than snow melt?

what is stronger than water?

 


Quote and inspiration from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

 

forecast blues

 

stuck weather pattern only brings more rain

while farmers ripe to harvest feel the strain

soybeans swell fat, cornstalks rot wet

without a crop, families grow debt

we hope and pray for sun to shine again!

 

(oh no, could that be snow?!)

 

 

 

Linking to dVerse  poets’ pub where Frank is toasting iambic pentameter…

hope grows green

 

 

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image and “hope” theme from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

 

 

yuck-a-muck

De at dVerse asked for this when she suggested a quadrille about “yuck”!


 

you may not be a fan-ure
because it stinks like sin
but maybe it’s called “man-ure”
‘cause men keep falling in!

if you come visit our farm
be sure to bring your boots
remember here in cow town
“bull sh__” has rural roots!

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word of the day

 

 

 

 

pregnant pause

Tan renga with Basho weekend meditation at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

begonia flowers
blooming in the colors
of a watermelon

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

 

deep red, variegated green
savor late summer’s fullness

© lynn__

 

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image from pixabay

 

revenge of the dolls

A sinister sonnet…not my usual genre but we all have a dark side.


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last night i lay upon inn’s guest room bed

where host’s mute daughter slept long years ago

alas, young girl was found mysteriously dead

in bloodied sheets which stains too well i’d know

 

her childhood room preserved in musty pink

suspicious dolls stare down from shelf by crib

false alibis reveal dark murderous link

they point toy dagger tip against my rib

 

“what evil lurks?” i scream in pulsing fear

but mannequins no mercy feel for flesh

not even ragged ann would shed a tear

berserk and vicious furies of knife flash

 

in morning, landlord spies fresh doll on shelf

that plastic face, i’d recognize…  myself!

 

 

 

 

 

the nose knows

 

this poet followed nose to see

all the smells that comfort me:

new mown hay… alfalfa, please

fresh laundry dried on gentle breeze

strong coffee brew drips into pot

wood shavings piled under knot

just bathed baby’s silken skin (the

top of head where hair grows thin)

lilacs, idyllic of childhood play and

an orchid corsage on Mothers Day

pancake breakfast with bacon frying

crunchy leaves when geese go flying

salty spray froth-whipped by boat or

wrapped warm in mother’s worn coat.

 

 


Link to dVerse where poets explore comforting smells…

 

 

 

Basho revisited

First haiku by Basho, second a revision by me…linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

samazama no koto omoidasu sakura kana

how many, many things
they call to mind
these cherry-blossoms!

 

recall, my friend, those

cherry blossom memories!

…many moons ago

 

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Photo by Joel Neff on Unsplash

 

wild, wet ‘n wooly

A small story poem of 115 words linked to dVerse where Bjorn and friends are writing narrative poetry. Also inspired by Sarah’s earlier “mindfulness” prompt!

 

brave-heart caterpillar

three centimeters long

weighs all of a gram

spiky brown-black fur

humping along unaware

crosses grandson’s path

who grasps stray fuzzball

tickly in palm of hand

gently carried on hike

until trail ends at pier

 

where insect pupa is

plopped into pond

as fish bait—but wait,

does it know to swim?

fur floats, frantically

w-w-w-wiggles body

up/down like ripples

across water’s surface

until grandma, empathic,

fishes live catkin out

 

woolie happy at rescue

dries in sunshine and

casts an intimidating

spiked shadow across

pier’s knotted plank

grandson decides to

return him to tall grass

so newly cool cat can

retell adventures to his

sheltered larval friends

 

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photo by lynn

 

 

 

 

autumn bounty

 

harvest harmonized

pheasant struts from ripe cornfield

deer leaps pumpkin patch

culmination of seasons

color life deep rich orange

 

 

photo by lynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


My tanka response to Ramblings of a Writer’s prompt: seasons, harmonized.

 

come home to harbor

Lillian is serving up quadrilles at the dVerse poets pub tonight!

 

may home be calm harbor

where load is lighter, not harder

welcome all with warmest ardor

share from heart’s generous larder

offer love a safe haven to anchor

retreat from world’s loud rancor

into shelter of peaceful arbor

make our home a restful harbor

 

 

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