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”

 

 

 

 

 

rest in peace, Rip!

 

Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!

 

breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

 

 

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Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)

man of the land

 

salt of the earth

faithful steward of the soil

guardian of God’s garden

patiently waits for harvest

impatiently wrestles with weather

muscular and tanned from

carrying wet calves

throwing dry bales

created from dust with

dirt under his fingernails

 

…to dust someday must return

 


A quadrille of 44 words on the theme of  “earth”.

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

 

 

voice of northern lights

Folk music of Iceland featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

 

undulating waves

over tundra, glacial stone

land of fire and ice

 

 

 

 

 

soggy bottoms

Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer challenges us to write a poem using “water” and “thirst”. Mine is an “etheree” with ten lines, each of increasing syllables.


 

wet

when it
rains it pours

saturation,
precipitation,
weather aberration

water cannot drain away
groundwater rises, creek beds flood

farmers, crops and lawns thirst for sunshine
iowa’s summer uncommonly wet!

 

celtic music

Irish folk music featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. This song was produced a few years ago by a Celtic band, Eden’s Bridge, and sung by Sarah Lacey.

 

seek a shiny stone

gaze down, collect in pocket

miss glory of the sea

 

 

 

selling tickets

(black field cricket image from agpest.co.nz)

Black-field-cricket

 

Cricket orchestras play in late summer. Instrumentalists hide in road ditch grass, crawl along out buildings, sneak into farmhouse basements. Symmetrically speaking, you could fold paper cricket crisply, like a program, from antennae to tail spikes. Don’t be surprised when common cricket dresses up in gloss black for the evening concert. The koorogi orchestra tunes as more players join in. Buzzing music crescendoes into a grand symphonic sound. 

 

chirrups with his wings

hope hops ~stridulates~ for mate

listens with her legs

 

 


Listening to the music at dVerse poets pub with Victoria tending the bar.

honey-dewed sighs

 

honey, do you love me?

why don’t you say it louder

with your warm, strong hands

holding me closer until i melt

into your steady, beating chest

where i find the safest nest

within your steady heart  best

so hold me closer until i melt

into your strong, warm hands

why not say it louder–

honey, you do love me!

 

 


A mirror poem for Frank’s reverse poetry prompt at dVerse Poets

wet garden at sunrise

 

a swinging gate

on both sides the flowers

open – close                                   (C) Jane Reichhold

 

welcome morning glory vine

garden spider’s dewy web          (C) lynn__

 


A “tan renga” is haiku written by one poet and 2-line response by another poet.

phodrang marpo trinkhor

Like sound of title? Folk music from Tibet!

 

himalayan sound

prayer flags tune mellow song

longing for freedom

 

 

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