Borrowing Sleep’s Step #haiku #tanrenga #photography

waves of snow

borrowing sleep

from the scarecrow’s sleeves
midnight frost

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

 

sleepwalker’s nightly path

no one knows where you go

~mdw

 

 

I am reminded of my son’s odd sleepwalking habits. He seemed to have a path that he always followed (it always ended on the stairs). It got longer as he got older; The neighbors would often find him asleep on their stairs.

 

The Carpe Diem prompt is to write a Tan Renga using Basho’s fine haiku.

Going Deeper #art #photography

 

 

Look deep

art for the eyes

pencil interprets

The WordPress Daily Post Photography Challenge this week is Depth

Photography to enjoy:

Empire of Lights

This That and the Other Thing (Janet)

Castelsarrasin (Sandra)

Ese’s Voice

Jim Holroyd 365

Lin’s Doodles

Today Rather than Yesterday #parenting #poetry

birthday balloons

 

 

where do you find yourself

in the rabbit hole of yesterday

pulling yourself toward today

or rushing back grasping at the past

wishing wanting

its like water slipped through your fingertips

I can’t hold you back as I trip

I never really wanted to try

flying free on winds invigoratingly high

but there are nights

sober moments where I hear screeching tires so near

I want to place a warm bundle back in the crib

singing made up lullabies

and whisper to little elf-like ears

“I love you”

piglet and winnie

Today is the birthday of my youngest and I want to climb back to the rabbit hole of yesterday and hold her small hand.

They Say Laughter Heals #poetry #photography

faces

It’s written somewhere: “all the world’s a stage”

for most of the ship’s bells

I feigned my parts well

putting on the costume required

the chameleon of your choice

“at your service sirs and ma’am”

smiles on a tray, kudos close at hand

to stroke the narcissus bloom

“mental instability” because I didn’t rub your lantern

all my gifts stirred in a vat

smiles, frowns they are just that

but refreshment comes in from the east

laugh lines are complete

no need to pretend

silliness I still can’t comprehend

laughter fills my play

rose blooms  on winter days

your warm chuckle melting rays

there’s light as the dawns rise

giggles escape like fireflies

and the sun and I over the miles

always seem to smile

color of dawn

The challenge at Poet’s United Midweek motif is “The Role of Laughter?”

“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”

~Khalil Gibran~

Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/k/khalilgibr162061.html#x8kR0zTj90XHuGjs.99

Winter’s Accusation #poetry #cancer #photography

bench.jpg

You can’t know how many times

I walk past that door

that stands slightly ajar

out of that crack light used to stream

now there are silent accusations

reminders that today might be my last

and I hug the threshold

brave lines etch my brow

you won’t know

but the legs beneath me

waver just slightly

and I try not to touch the edges

the sharp ones that cut my fingertips

mocking me with whispers

“it’s your last”

“you can’t pass the next test”

so I stay away from them

and look for one more day to smile

at someone who is lost and cold

 

I have given up counting the number of times I’ve been told I was going to die within days or months. I’ve died once (yes really) and I don’t fear death. Saying that, I have seen the slow receding tide of cancer; my heart goes out to anyone who has seen the tide go out on life.

 

Note of Surprise #haiku #photography

This week at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Kristjaan is again challenging our writing with another Haiku lesson:

“Maybe this episode had to be our first Haiku Writing Techniques episode, because this week it’s all about one of the basic writing techniques of haiku, the surprise, that one moment as long as the sound of a pebble thrown into water. That moment we have to catch in three lines, three lines which have to tell the whole story of that one moment, that surprise. That one moment is the essence of haiku. It’s an impression caught in three lines and (mostly) seventeen syllables.”

ripples of music

rapture’s crescendo

one tear of understanding

momentary captive

Please enjoy the creative work by fellow haiku poets at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.