“Temuchin!”

Linking to dVerse poetics and Lillian’s prompt to write “once upon a …”


 

once upon a yurt…

out on the barren steppe

below snowy mountain peak

where mongolian ponies gallop

beside smoky cow-dung fire ring

stirring pot of seasoned beef stew

aromas of ginger and garlic wafting

tickle nose of almond-eyed baby boy

who sneezes mightily into shadows of

future as conqueror-to-be, Genghis Khan

 

 

images

 

seasoned habitat

A “fusion” haiku for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s Crossroads Challenge…

 

a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky

© Basho

the pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain

© Issa

 

autumn on mountain

butterflies and flowers gone

pheasant’s golden cry

 

© lynn

 

 

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pixabay free image

chinese empress

This tanka began as a “fusion” haiku inspired by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


 

 

in mountain meadow

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source: leafsnap.com

 

one paulownia blossom

flutters through sunlight

 like an angel, brings message

of creator’s intentions

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note: The paulownia tree, native to China, is also called “empress tree”.

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Combination of these two haiku:

a distant mountain
seen in the sunlight:
a desolate field

a leaf of a paulownia tree
has fallen
in the sunlight

© Takahama Kyoshi (Tr. Katsuya Hiromoto)

 

 

el condor pasa

Final post for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s  journey into the Andes…

 

high in the andes

condor circles mountain pass

music of pan flute

 

 

 

planning pilgrimage

 

sixty-one years young,

he feels lean, fit and

needs mountain to climb;

wants to test stamina on

tough colorado 14er, even

if summit proves stronger.

 

silence any fear of lion or bear,

concentrate on challenge of

altitude, rock scale, exposure.

 

drawn from flatland stress

toward heights of serenity,

he packs gear for one, solo

climb yet won’t be alone;

God descends mountain and

i will long for him at the peak.

 

a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

life’s pilgrimage

 

weary traveler

lift eyes to refresh long view

walk the narrow way

 

the-way

Road to Santiago – image from CDHK

whispered in forest

 

breathe clear mountain air

camp beneath whispering

pines listen to nocturnal

noise as whispers of clouds

shadow dance with haloed moon

campfire embers glow while

smoke-curl whispers spiral up

i welcome irresistible tickle

when you whisper soft into ear

warm touch overwhelms words

 


Joining De and dVerse Poets at the pub for a round of quadrilles…

transients

Inspired by Delores’ paintbrush flowers featured at:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 

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mountain meadow bursts

rose paintbrush, blue columbines,

field mouse-ear chickweed

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inhale life’s beauty today

fast fades each season’s flowers

 

 

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photos by A. Schonlau

National Parks Service

European tour: Bulgaria

Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosts virtual tour of Europe this month.

 

Oilcape

 

beyond beach crowd noise

forest preserve wraps mountain

cliff overlooks sea

 

(Photo credit: CDHK)

 

a walking haibun

“Home is everything you can walk to.”  ― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

To hike a mountain wearing backpack is divine; climb to cool heights with marmots, and drink in far vistas. To stroll barefoot along the sandy beach is mesmerizing; play catch-me-if-you-can with foamy waves, and chase seagulls. To meander with walking stick on fern trail through piny forest is refreshing; listen for bears, and follow a stony stream. To exercise with dog on rural mile is simple enjoyment; be led over gently rolling hill, push into prairie wind, and gaze at the wide expanse of sky.

 

walk down gravel road

see the farmer working field

pure ambulation

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Come take a walk with the poets at dVerse !

gone fishing

 

by cold mountain lake

among whispering pines

father helps bait hook

 


Inspired by Ubugu’s haiku featured at CDHK 

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