joy of light series

Joining in Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “joy of light” retreat…


 

XIV.

 

hunt with Orion

Betelgeuse blinks his red eye

i smile…and wink back

 

 

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remembering him

 

firstborn son cruelly beaten

pierced, hung on rough cross

dark blood trickles down wood

 

utterly forsaken by God

cries out in deep agony

firstborn son cruelly beaten

 

releases his final breath

pagan soldiers insure death

pierced, hung on rough cross

 

bruised body claimed, wrapped

gently laid in bare, stony tomb

dark blood trickles down wood

 

 


Requiem written in cascade form…linking with Amaya’s prompt at dVerse.

joy of light series

 

XIII.

 

shimmering lights of

aurora borealis

dance in northern sky

 

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Linking to CDHK and “joy of light” retreat…

joy of light series

 

XII.
glow of a cat’s eyes
hunting for unwary mice
stealthy night prowler
tail twitches, whiskers quiver
hunch low, slink silent, then pounce!

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No joy in this for the mouse (obviously) but another take on “joy of light” theme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

joy of light series

 

XI.
bright gleam of flashlight
reflects off resting cows’ eyes
gently chewing cud
night maternity ward check
all quiet under the stars

overheard

 

it was almost morning,

half moon and venus were

still hanging at the star bar

watching the world turn.

“earth, ain’t she a beauty?!”

half moon commented.

“she really is, considering

her age,” venus had to agree.

 

“she’s weathered many storms

in her years…whatcha think

about this global warming?”

“i’m not convinced, seems

earth’s weather has always

been a bit unpredictable…

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(sigh) i’m not sure people

are as wise and powerful

as they imagine they are.”

 

half moon chuckles, “well,

looks like sun’s gonna close

this place down…alright

if i walk you home?”

 

 

 

trolling for squeals

 

“Grandma, you be the troll!”

Playing with
granddaughters
by swingset; two are
swinging, one is climbing
up ladder to slide.

I take my place
under slide platform
and patiently wait
for little “billy goat”
to walk above me;

“Who’s that tripping over my bridge?”

 


Linking to dVerse poets where Frank hosts a quadrille prompt on word “troll”.

 

joy of light series

 

VIII.

illumination

darkness does not understand

light of world shines

 

IX.

pure light shines boldly

on both good and evil thoughts

exposing our hearts

 

X.

light of truth brings joy

but guilty hide in darkness

cling to familiar

 

 

spring yearning

Chevréfeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompts a “distillation” of a sonnet…

Sonnet 98  (by the master)

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

© William Shakespeare

 

roses

 

my distillation in tanka form:

in beauty, scent, hue

all the flowers, roses too

cannot surpass you

winter’s lonely heart would thrill

if return to spring we will

 

© lynn__

 

 

 

 

joy of light series

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai retreat.


VII.

Snow Landscape Fullmoon Night Mountain

 

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greatest show on earth

After sunrise early one morning, I watched the full moon still hovering in the pale western sky. Momentarily, it appeared as a bright shiny coin balanced on an electric line; a high wire act, ready to roll like a big white marble down a track; a cosmic toy staged by a playful Designer. I wondered if the weight of it would bend the wire low to the ground causing sparks or if it would tip off and crash to earth, creating a sizable crater. As I observed, it fell…slow motion…through the wires and was caught safely in net of bare tree branches, averting disaster. The earth turned, the water tank filled, and I went back to chores.

(VI.)

starlight’s beauty fades

overwhelmed by sun’s glory

full moon in retreat

 


Linking to Carpe Diem‘s retreat…this haiku is #6 in my joy of light series.

joy of light series

Linking to Carpe Diem‘s retreat…


 

V.

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morning light dawns bright

reflects on white checkerboard

silo spills pigeons

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