winds of war

Joseph Farquharson ‘Cauld Blaws the Wind Frae East to West’ (1888)

war is a

desolate, cold mountain;

obstacle to and reason for refugees

where savage wind blows fear,

pelting rain drives misery,

grief burdens the weary,

even as

memories, dreams

ooze away with mud.


Linking this quadrille to dVerse for a “March wind” ekphrastic challenge with Merril…

i like lichens

 

sweet symbiosis

of colorful characters

fungi and algae

rock solid relationship

near bubbling mountain stream

 

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photo by lynn – Big Thompson River, Estes Park CO

janitorial dreams

drifting into sleep

i sometimes startle

wide awake to avoid

swerve into oncoming traffic

or drive off mountain curve

but in deeper dreams

in public places i

desperately search

for a clean restroom

to find only stalls with

unhinged doors and

plugged toilets

 

 


Linking to Lillian’s prompt at dVerse on dreams…mine being less than poetic.

how to ride a heat wave

Create a fusion haiku from these 2 classics, then write a troiku for CDHK…

 

blue autumn skies
folded into mountains
purple shadow

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

such a hot day
my shadow needs to cool down
under the willow

© Kyoshi Takahama (1874-1958)

 

my “fusion” haiku:

 cloudless sapphire skies
sun casts shadows of heatwave
mountain willow shade

© lynn__

my “troiku” series:

cloudless sapphire skies
left camp early to climb peak
perfect summer day

sun casting shadows
of hikers on rocky path
break into a sweat

mountain willow shade
rest to unpack picnic lunch
inhale alpine air

 

 

 

 

 

 

standing on the heights

A few years ago, I climbed Mt. Torreys with my brother who has climbed many of Colorado’s 14ers.  (Photo found at all trails)


 

inhale mountain air

top-of-world experience

scale barren summit

bird’s eye view of blue vista

worth gulping lungs, aching legs

 

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photo by Brian Mehringer

imagine

 

it’s easy to imagine a snug log cabin in the woods
when you’re sipping tea on a quiet snowy day

it’s easy to imagine a cruise to a tropical island
when you’re trying on a pair of glamorous sunglasses

it’s easy to imagine hiking up a clear mountain trail
when you’re climbing stairs with another load of laundry

it’s easy to imagine lying on a private sandy beach
when you’re painting the house in hot summer sun

it’s easy to imagine speaking wisdom into the world
when you’re silent because you think no one is listening

“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.

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