Carpe Diem Time Glass #14, Winter Wonderland. This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem -Renga – with a maximum of eight stanza following the classical rules (5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7) and your last stanza (classically called “ageku”) has to close the… Read More #renga The coated street
Carpe Diem #627, Fog/Ripe. if taken into my hand melting in the heat of tears autumn frost © Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) frost on the branches melts in the early sunlight life passes © Chèvrefeuille (our host) lace edges the fallen leaf white with frost © Jane Reichhold frozen tears hang on burdens of nature’s feelings a child is missing
Skrivpuff: Stilla. stilla i natten andlös stämning omsluter skorna passar ej Ps. Det roliga med HAIKU är att den bjuder på oväntade överraskningar. “Haikun får oss att kvickna till och bli mer medvetna om att vi befinner oss i en föränderlig tillvaro, mångbottnad och laddad med oväntade samband…” Helga Härle
Carpe Diem #626, Mountain Cabin. mountain cabin a wedge of winter sunlight pushes in the doorway © Jane Reichhold thin mountain air surrounds this old mountain cabin – I hear the stream © Chèvrefeuille Top cabin of earth view is mighty breathtaking winds making sole ice
Carpe Diem #625, Glacier. a journey ends where the glacier melted a field of stones © Jane Reichhold as far as I can see blueish, greyish and whiteish snow first glacier contact © Chèvrefeuille creeping and crawling the glacier floats forward sight melting out of time
Carpe Diem “Little Creatures” #14, Basho’s “spring rain“. Spring rain Symphony Rocks to Peace and Compassion Buzzing Bees’ Silence
Skrivpuff: Äpple. Ett två tre äpplen räcker nog till efterrätt skålen är bröad Vilken frestande idé bäst att sätta igång – nu
Carpe Diem #623, Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis). Aurora veils dancing in electric (or magnetic) green magical sky drums
Skrivpuff: Detalj. Man kan tänka stort eller gilla detaljer top down bottom up
Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #37, Georgia on Frost Dust of Snow Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963 The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. sudden gust of wind snow swirls down on… Read More Shell frost
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