why do we find it our forte to fight?

why so obsessed to prove we are right?

an ancient blame game that began in the garden

who knew how bad seed of sin’s fruit would harden?!






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.

time is a friend


time ripens good seed

farmer waits ever patient

harvest fruit will come

tsunami warning

Plum blossoms, ume-no-hana, are frequent haiku theme and signal the end of winter (source: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai).

lovers find wild plums

sweet blossoms fade to tart fruit

overlook sharp thorns

falling fruit

Link to: http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.se/2014/09/carpe-diem-568-apples.html



apple harvest ripe

branches bow with weight of fruit

load tub baskets full

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haul bounty indoors

latent fragrance of blossoms

smell appley essence

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wash, decore, peel, slice

sweeten, simmer, cinnamon

homemade applesauce