senior living

This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.

Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

©️ Rabindranath Tagore

Challenge: Try to create a haiku  from this poem by Tagore and than create a Troiku with your “distilled” haiku. Link to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. My attempt follows…

 

i sit by my door
watching shadows chase the light
from dawn to dusk

i sit by my door
see the people passing by
everyone hurries

watch shadows chase light
sun dapples quivering leaves
of old poplar trees

from dawn to dusk
quiet hours marked by clock chimes
awake between naps

 

©️ lynn__

sounds of silver

 

breeze whispers in trees

shaking,  sighing, quivering

summit ash leaves quake

 

listen to metal

red tail fin turns, grey blades spin

garden windmill squeaks

 

hear tinkling music

chimes dangle on staggered strings

dance with spring zephyr

 

Version 2

view from my kitchen window

 

epilogue:

do you hear the wind?

whirring sound but no air moves

fan noise app for sleep

 

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai