winter artistry
pointed in six directions
crystalline magic
shaped sharply symmetrical
an original design
posting poetic prose
03 Jan 2019 1 Comment
in tanka Tags: artistry, design, snowflake, symmetrical, winter
winter artistry
pointed in six directions
crystalline magic
shaped sharply symmetrical
an original design
26 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in haiga, tanka Tags: candles, child, Christmas, evergreen, pine, star, trees
01 Dec 2018 6 Comments
in distillation, quote, tanka Tags: free, gift, old, peace, relax
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?

26 Nov 2018 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: frost, glitters, holiday, prisms, sunshine
frost sparkles on trees,
catches prisms of sunshine
and glitters landscape;
i stare in admiration
of God’s holiday lighting!
20 Nov 2018 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: blossoms, brave, love, orchid, post office
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

photo by lynn
07 Nov 2018 3 Comments
in tanka Tags: chrysanthemums, cornstalks, granddaughters, leaves, mums
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 🙂

photo by lynn
19 Oct 2018 5 Comments
in senryu, tanka Tags: cobwebs, dusty, gears, machinery, mind
sometimes my mind’s stuck–
dusty old machinery
squeaks thru cobwebbed paths
thankful, though gears of mind are
well-used, still serviceable

photo by lynn
14 Oct 2018 2 Comments
in question poem, tanka Tags: creek, floodwaters, rains, snow melt, toads, water
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.
26 Sep 2018 6 Comments
in tanka Tags: autumn, cornfield, deer, harvest, orange, pheasant, seasons
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.
23 Sep 2018 2 Comments
in distillation, tanka Tags: eternal, hours, LORD, minutes, time
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”
trace curved flow of hours
marked by celestial bodies
— our minutes’ limits —
seek face of eternal LORD
above / beyond track of time
© lynn__
04 Sep 2018 4 Comments
in distillation, haiku, tanka Tags: journey, soul, tears, universe
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”
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