kawasemi (kingfisher)

“Kawasemi” is a traditional Japanese “kigo” (seasonal word) used in haiku.  Find more information on kingfishers at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s prompt…


 

 

blue flash by river’s bend

Kingfisher 45 (Noel Marry)

image by Noel Marry

dagger pierces quicksilver

hunter’s stealthy eye

sleeping with spring

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a fragile beauty

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s spring retreat theme is ” fragile beauty”.


  

sky blue robin’s egg

delicate avian life

beginning of wings

flight aborted, premature

my eggshell heart softly cracks

 

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photo by lynn

true blue salute

 

former navy pilot unpacks

fond memories of his days

ordered in pristine uniform,

life aboard aircraft carrier.

 

forever alert, he still scans

ocean-blue expanse of sky

beyond white-sand islands

of floating cumulous puffs.

 

reminisces one shining hour:

officer’s personal invitation

to test-flight new jet fighter,

before honorable discharge.

 

accelerate to pure freedom;

loop-de-loop clouds, swoop

between sapphire skies and

cerulean sea, defy gravitas.

 

reverie reverts, retiree points

up – “those clouds look innocent

yet pose real threat to pilots;

may harbor hail, wind shears.”

 

in worn-out lawn chair, he bird

watches as sleek indigo swallows

swiftly cruise from barn hangar

to sail into loyal-blue heavens.

 

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photo: wiki commons

 


A memory my 82 yr. old father shared with me while staying at our house this summer and linking with dVerse poets OLN in response to De’s “blue” prompt.

tree is me

Linked to:  http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/

firm,

rooted

in granite of

towering rockies,

standing tall as all

blue spruce kin

round mountain glen of

colorado columbine,

i stretch my limbs

to shake off loose needles

in cool alpine breeze.

i whisper my secrets

in blue shade as

eagle soars above

my shaggy crown into thin

blue canopy of sky

where ancient stars blaze,

 and gazed down on my

ancestors who succumbed

to wild forest fires lit

by blue lightning;

those charred remains

fertilize my offspring

as evergreen generations of

conifers rise up, and up.

i show protective

mother love for shy

dark-eyed chipmunks

that dart under my skirts

and offer patient tolerance

to raucous mountain blue jays

who build messy nests in my arms,

glad

to be

alive.