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Jumping on Kiwinana’s weekly tanka challenge:  life & fun

 

 

live your life out loud

play in sunshine, rest in shade

take a little risk

enjoy fun time with loved ones

make good memories today

 

 

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Talsma’s Trail Park 

the peanuts club

The crawl space of childhood’s basement offered an obvious place for our secret club. We climbed red-bench invitation to reach spool knob and swing open a wide (but very short) plywood door; then clambered up, one-by-one, into our hide-out. Sliding over corrugated cardboard flooring, the first brave soul would pull the string to a single lightbulb. Neighborhood kids formed collaborative huddle amid boxes of empty canning jars and old books. Dark, cobwebbed corners added aura of mystery (not to mention arachnid fear) to our clandestine meetings. With conspiratorial whispers, we’d conduct official club business and ritual passing of candy before breaking out the “Peanuts” board game. Hanging out with Charlie Brown’s gang, we rolled the dice, collected comic character tiles, and took our turns in the “Booby Hatch”.

childhood memories

password protected clubhouse

friendship’s secret code

taking leave(s)

My “tan renga” response to “hokku” at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai…

 

the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

past memories in scrapbooks
photographic mind fading

(c) lynn__

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red

© Georgia

final glory of seasons
grief and love in letting go

(c) lynn__

 

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photo by lynn

memories multiply

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Lily

 

miss my furry friend;

so many peaceful rabbits

…reminders of her

 

we watch them nibble clover

growing fat,  no need to run

 

 

 

books in the attic

 

book-smell-1inside antique trunk

memories’ dust collated

open fragile leaves
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Photo, prompt and links to more haiku found at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

tides of time

 

droplets

of water,

miniscule

seconds

of time

collected into

myriad foaming

minutes

of salty brine

spraying wildly

off crests

of rolling

hours;

incessant waves,

pounding out

days

upon the shore.

 

an ocean

relentlessly

reclaiming

sands of

years

in wrinkling

imprint on

beaches strand,

leaving us

with shiny

scattered

bits & pieces,

of shells;

lives

iridescent

memories.

 

we pick up

the pretty

moments,

turning

these over

in our hands

to take home

for display

in pint jars

upon shelves,

but best to

leave slimy

clumps of

seaweed

to dry to

brittleness

with the

passage

of time.

 

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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/

Response to Claudia’s  metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.