Edge of Cold #haiku #photography #poem #storms

 

At Carpe Diem we were just introduced to Otagaki Rengetsu (1791-1895) A female poet who knew well the pains and suffering of the sojourner.

Upon
frost-withered arrowroot
pelting
vying hailstones—
the cold within the sound.

~ Otagaki Rengetsu

frozen leaf

holding its breath

nature waits on the edge of today

cold taskmaster

©L. Moon

cold squirrel
An excellent and appropriate prompt for the day “Cold within the sound” for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem

 

Bubble of Thanks #poetry #Thanksgiving

“Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves.
They flickered out saying:
“It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.”

Carl Sandburg (quote from Goodreads)

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It was unexplainable

that moment when I touched you

a giddy colorful rainbow

it was like giggles and hugs

all wrapped in one

It was unexplainable

that walk across the desert

my feet never touched the hot sand

you were firmly holding my hand

and I made it

It was unexplainable

the light in the sky

rays touched my skin

warming from within

and I knew you were near

It was unexplainable

when I learned you had died

taken all the bad things I had done

my heart you’d already won

and I cried

It was unexplainable

that moment when you touched me

a giddy colorful bubble

full of  giggles and hugs

in the sun we would run

The Poets United  prompt for today at Midweek Motif is Gratitude. This is a week (in the US) to really think about what we are grateful for. I am grateful for my God, family and friends!!!

  “Love each other as I have loved you.  Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.”

John 15:12
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Part In Peace: Is Day Before Us?

bSarah Fuller Flower Adams (1805-48)

Part in peace: is day before us?

Praise His Name for life and light;

Are the shadows lengthening o’er us?

Bless His care Who guards the night.

Part in peace: with deep thanksgiving,

Rendering, as we homeward tread,

Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to the dead.

Part in peace: such are the praises

God our Maker loveth best;

Human hearts to heavenly rest.

Such the worship that upraises

Broken Doll #haiku #drawing

the childless woman,
how tender she is
to the dolls!

© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)

 

It’s a gorgeous haiku full of compassion for this woman without children. He sees her taking care for the dolls as were they real children. How much pain and sadness this woman will have had as she couldn’t have children or maybe she had children, but they died … it’s not clear.

Use your  imagination to see this scene in front of your eyes and try to write/compose an all new haiku following the classical rules:

+ 5-7-5 syllables
+ a seasonword (kigo)
+ a cuttingword (kireji, in western mostly interpunction)
+ a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in water
+ interchangable first and third line
+ a deeper meaning

doll face

porcelain skin

name chosen years ago

afraid she will break

 

Afraid she will break

name chosen years ago

porcelain skin

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Kigo I would choose is “porcelain” as it is represents a white frailty like the coming snowflakes

The Kireji would be “break”

Inner meaning is something the reader finds but for me this represents the woman and the child. The woman has tried for years, having miscarriage after miscarriage. The child awaited for (or perhaps in the womb) is fragile, tentative…

This is in response to the prompt at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem.

Where is Tomorrow??? #devotion #poetry #photography

love me calla

What shelf is broad enough

to place my burdens and my pains?

what jug deep, wide and stout

my tears won’t wash away?

Where can I lay my head

a little rest to gain?

your hand I reach for in the night

and beg you please to stay

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I wander in the shadows now

not sure what tomorrow brings

but this my cry into the night

I will not fail to sing

my voice no longer is in tune

(tho) you hear with no hindering

I smile because I know you care

you bear me on broad wings

This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.

Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…

 Psalm 37:7

On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.

Psalm 62:7

Be still black back

 

 Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.

Dusk’s Dance #poetry #haiku #sea #photography

this road–

no one goes down it

autumn’s end

~Basho

And here I meet him – Dusk

eyes linger

on the last flames

burning off cities in the distance

he offers his hand

“will you dance?”

“yes, but I must rise soon.”

for a few stolen moments

we dance as the day fades to away

sun-drop 1

 

last of day’s splendor

blue sky merges with sea

moon yawns

Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompts us to write about Dusk. I used my poetic license to create a haibun for such an occasion.