breakfast in Mozambique

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People wake…hungry
Rumbling tummies of children
Ovens to bake bread
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Domestic chickens…
Eggs whipped for morning omelet
Side of potatoes

 

 


In this acrostic senryu, notice vertical word, PROVIDES, and connecting word, OVID (egg).   http://www.centerfreshgroup.com/responsibility/international-partners/

parents as first teachers

 

Kids deserve the freedom toimages

Learn from real life’s teachable

Moments which are often caught

Not taught in typical schools but 

Observed in (extra)ordinary daily

Pursuits at home with their parents.

 


I remember one of my sons sincerely reciting:  “A,B,C,D,E,F,G…H,I,J,K, Elmo pee” !  Linking this sestet to dVerse  where Lillian holds class 🙂

fragile beauty

Tan renga “chained together” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

between dusty cars

an orange butterfly flits

the traffic rumbles                   – Kim Russell

 

 

truck hauls grain down gravel road

cloud of dust covers milkweed

      – lynn

 

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photo by lynn

to restore a nation

Tan renga is written by two poets, haiku and response; see Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 


 

haze from cannon fire

confederate and union

bury dead in field           © lynn__

 

pear tree in full bloom on a battlefield

collapsed house becomes beautiful again

© Shiki (quote re-worked by Chèvrefeuille)

 

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image – pixabay

none quick enough

De hosts “quick” quadrille at dVerse and I remembered the line from Apostles’ Creed. “Quick” may be archaic for “living” (which we use now) but still fits.


 

“He will come to judge the quick and the dead.”

who appoints us
to be another’s judge?

who designates our
high court as supreme?

who dares to live
as law unto himself?

Someday each one will tremble
on holy ground in Judge Jesus’ presence.

 

 

the last apple

 

Haiku in original French:

Une pomme, seul
dans le verger abandonné

rougissent pour l’hiver

Ⓒ Patrick Blanche

Here is the translation by Michael R. Burch:

One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter

Ⓒ Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

Add two lines to complete tan renga:

 

autumn rains gently rustle
crow and squirrel wait…patient

Ⓒ lynn__

 

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free image – pixabay

fly like an eagle

 

“Aye, glen eyrie…
valley of eagles’s nest,”

spoken by scottish landscaper
adopted by american railroad tycoon
as name for estate & manor

dream designed for cherished “queen”
nestled within rocky mountains
stone garden of the gods

she suffered heart attack
never lived in her castle

 

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photo by 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”

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

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