fresh aire

See Chèvre’s “fusion” challenge to combine two haiku into one at CDHK:

 

A fallen blossom

returning to the bough, I thought —

But no, a butterfly.

© Arakida Moritake (Tr. Steven D. Carter)

 

morning breeze

coming in the window

surf sounds

© Jane Reichhold

 

an open  window–

surf sounds on tropical breeze

butterflies blossom

© lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

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holy places everywhere

Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Amaya hosts tonight…

 

 

here can be a holy place

anywhere a sacred space

only need to be aware

heaven isn’t way up there

 

thinner threads within the veil

may allow a visage through

listen quiet to the pale

heart and hope again renew

 

gathered for a funeral or

as mist the woodland fills

in a mood ephemeral

when attentiveness distills

 

subtle warmth of offered tea

or soft-scented flower bud

sound of bird in linden tree

opens inner space to God

 

 

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dark shadorma

A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts. 


 

 

in shadow

motivation comes

suicide

double death

why two lovers hate themselves?

asphyxiation

 

 

 


Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.

 

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bah humbug!

As I grow older, my faith in humanity slowly shrivels. Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent. It’s been that way since the beginning but we all want to believe differently. We so desperately want to think better of ourselves and our loved ones but we too can go “there” (whatever evil direction “there” may be). I’ve been hurt most often and most deeply by the one I thought loved me most (or, at least, that I loved most). And I have hurt those I claim to love. Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large. Man feeds on violence: Rome had its gladiator entertainment, there has been war and genocide throughout human history, our “civilized” society kills the innocent in the womb and produces individuals that go on shooting rampages. I’m sure a hundred years from now, if mankind survives itself, people will look back and consider us “barbaric”.

 

blood red tulip buds

bulbs split, leaf swords thrust upward

blossoms burst open

 

 


Mish asks us to write about “faith” in broad sense for haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.

 

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april fools?

 

hellish laughter

disciples inconsolable

women go to weep

earth trembles

lightning strikes

angel descends

dead man alive

live guards dead

officially signed

sealed and delivered

heaven has last laugh!

 

 

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planting poet-tree

 

time to plant a poet-tree

gently dig a loamy hole

water roots creatively

fertilize with wit and soul

 

nurtured by attentive love

sapling poet-tree will grow

spread out branches, shelter dove

harvest of ripe fruits bestow

 

 

 


The tanaga form is part of an oral tradition going back to the early 16th century (eg. Twinkle, twinkle little star). It comes in stanzas of four lines with seven syllables per line. It often rhymes, even rhyming each line of a stanza on the same rhyme sound, but it can have variable rhyme patterns. It can also have more than one stanza. Frank hosts tanaga prompt at dVerse Poets.

triduum

Linking to Frank Tassone’s haiku challenge…

 

maundy thursday meal

passover lamb serves supper

taste body and blood

 

good friday trial

soldiers nail God to wood beams

love’s great sacrifice

 

silent saturday

women weep while Jesus sleeps

he will rise again!

 

Inri

1510 fragment – Matthias Grunewald, Netherlands

INRI stems from the Latin phrase ‘Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum‘ meaning ‘Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews’. This was the notice Pontius Pilate nailed to the cross.

 

haiku (in)fusion

 

Chèvre at CDHK challenges us to create a haiku through “fusion” of the following:

 

rabbit-ear iris

how much it looks like

its image in water

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

And…

a silk tree

even through the leaves weary

of starlight

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

 

My “fusion: of the two:

rabbit-ear iris

bends weary leaves toward water

silk reflects starlight

© lynn__

 

 

affluenza

 

 

temptation

when food becomes god

resisting

relapsing

(giving up chocolate for lent?)

disordered eating

 

 

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A shadorma poem (Spanish form) of 6 lines with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable count.

grandma’s bait shop

 

it’s a sunny-side up

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Pixabay image

happy-spatula kind of day

 

outgoing fish boats bob:

“goodbye, dear old pier”

 

children find glinty pebbles

to hopscotch village street

 

under random puffs of

gourmet popcorn clouds

 

reflection of blue-er sky,

grandma’s retro/deco bike

 

blooms petunia pink

beside faded stucco cottage

 

outback/inside pickety fence

she digs in earthworm garden

 

boy swings dilapidation’s gate;

hook-line fresh on bamboo pole

 

 


Linking cheer at dVerse Poets pub today…

slightly cracked

 

you may

call me egg-head

for trying to write a

spring quadrille of eggs

-actly forty-four words (now

you know that forty-four counts

as one word, right?) and also for

making this poem egg-shaped,

(simply eggs-ceptional) just

don’t egg me on to pen

more yolks!

 

 

 


Kim hosts an “egg” quadrille prompt for dVerse Poets this week before Easter…

beauty in the moment

 

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”  

-Rabindranath Tagore

 

life’s sweet brevity

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photo by lynn

hibiscus beckons monarch

offering nectar

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