so says Sophocles

A distillation of passage from Plato’s Republic linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Sophocles was a Greek playwright and here’s a quote from his play “Antigone”: 

“Many are the wonders of the world but none is more wonderful than man.” — Sophocles

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this gift of old age

when strength of passions relax,

free to be at peace…

but elderly who complain,

were they happier in youth?

 

 

sophocles
Sophocles bust (public domain)

 

beauty chillin’

 

frost sparkles on trees,

catches prisms of sunshine

and glitters  landscape;

i stare in admiration

of God’s holiday lighting!

exotic postmark

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt to write of classic kigo, “ran” (orchid).

 

symmetry blossoms

in small post office lobby

— tropical orchid —

tender, delicate, and brave

sending messages of love

 

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photo by lynn

late bloomers

Join in Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s chrysanthemum prompt.

 

dead leaves fall from trees

cornstalks decay in field as

chrysanthemums bloom!

granddaughters delight in mums

colorful caterpillar  🙂

 

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photo by lynn

 

make mine vanilla

Joining Kristjaan’s “vanilla” prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

french vanilla creme

once flavored cappuccino;

now stirred in my chai

 

mix teaspoon of vanilla

into rhubarb coffeecake

 

Vanilla

cluttered operations

 

sometimes my mind’s stuck–

dusty old machinery

squeaks thru cobwebbed paths

thankful, though gears of mind are

well-used, still serviceable

 

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photo by lynn

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.

 

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.

 

time winds down

Challenge at CDHK to “distill” the following poem by Tagore:

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord [LORD].
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.

© Rabindranath Tagore, Endless Time

(see my “distillation” below in tanka form)

endless time

“Endless Time”

trace curved flow of hours

marked by celestial bodies

— our minutes’ limits —

seek face of eternal LORD

above / beyond track of time

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

because i am

Gitanjali, Song Offerings sounds amazing but can you bring it back to its essential meaning and create a haiku with it? That’s the goal for Carpe Diem’s weekend distillation…

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’

© Rabindranath Tagore (taken from “Gitanjali”)

 

my distillation haiku:

inner universe
who comprehends one’s own soul?
recognition’s tears

 

and i add 2 lines for tanka:

find identity in God
Creator, greater “I AM”

 

 

 

 

 

climate change

 

Ramblings of a Writer of a Writer poetry prompt using: climate/energy

 

sleep deprivation

changes climate of the mind

struggle to focus

crave sugar or caffeine boost

body lags for energy

 

 

oh give me a home

American folk music featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

american west

where buffalo roamed prairies

settlers wrote ballads

grand land larger than legend

tamed by train, barbed wire, and plow

 

 

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