This month at Chevrefeuille’s Haiku Kai we are challenged by the Tan Renga that short chained poem written by two poets. Here is the haiku by Buson for your inspiration to create the second stanza of this Tan Renga.
the willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there
© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)
tears blot candle lit message
death comes too quick for my love
~mdw
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Art by Yosa Buson and Georges de la Tour
The prompt from Carpe Diem’s Haiku Kai — Here is the haiku by Michael Dylan Welch to inspire you to write an all new haiku, tanka or another Japanese poetry form:
pull of tonight’s moon—
the harbor lighthouse
a little taller
© Michael Dylan Welch
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My son when he was a little guy always loved to slip on big shoes.
His head was full of imaginings about when he’d be big.
He never tripped when he wore too big shoes.
My artist mother captured him one day as he was raking the yard.
In a series of drawings (this being one), my son managed to keep my shoes on while chasing the dog.
helping with yard work
dreams of being a man
wearing big shoes
A lesson from Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – writing haiku using Basho’s haiku as a template to work from.
For this challenge I have chosen a haiku, you all certainly know, written by Basho (1644-1694).
furu ike ya / kawazu tobi komu / mizu no oto
old pond
a frog jumps into
the sound of water
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
a child’s memory
sweet is her pink fruit smile
leg, hands and limbs (mdw)
where the waters flow afar
the village glows with sweet plum flowers (Anonymous)
The Tan Renga challenge (from Kristjaan Panneman) is to build a haiku off the two lined stanza. A great challenge as we usually build off the body of a poem in a Tan Renga – join us.
The photo was part of the Tan Renga prompt.
wind teases paddles
dizzy is the windmill dance
child’s dress billows
*
a windmill joust
giggle in the breeze
There is something fanciful about the windmill as it plays with the wind. The prompt at Carpe Diem is Windmills.
I Wanted to share that submissions are now open for the project for the children orphaned by Ebola. All poets and haiku poets welcome to share their voice!
alone with my fears
oars barely strike the surface
boat is shoaled
*
can you spare a dime
my eyes hunger for the past
my cart empty
This week’s Carpe Diem Haiku Kai writing challenge is to try our hand at Wabi Sabi.
Kristjaan breaks down the two concepts:
“Sabi: As fascinated as Westerners have become with the word, the Japanese have maintained for centuries that no one can really, truly comprehend what sabi really is and thus, they change its definition according to their moods. Bill Higginson, in The Haiku Handbook, calls sabi – “(patina/loneliness) Beauty with a sense of loneliness in time, akin to, but deeper than, nostalgia.” Suzuki maintains that sabi is “loneliness” or“solitude” but that it can also be “miserable”, “insignificant”, and “pitiable”, “asymmetry” and “poverty”. Donald Keene sees sabi as “an understatement hinting at great depths”.
The Technique of Wabi:
The twin brother to sabi who has as many personas can be defined as “(WAH-BEE)-poverty- Beauty judged to be the result of living simply. Frayed and faded Levis have the wabi that bleached designer jeans can never achieve.”
abandoned house
the garden taken over –
butterfly home
© Iio Sogi (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
feverish color
Butterfly shares refreshment
warm hand
I’m challenged to provide a juxtaposition in the text which I am not sure I have done, but I tried to create a symbiosis in the verse and art.
This wonderful Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt inspired by Kristjaan and Sogi (and the butterfly)
keep straight down this block,
then turn right where you will find
a peach tree blooming
© Richard Wright
bumping into you
constantly looking up
so much to see
I love the realistic haiku of Richard Wright- he gives haiku a new voice!
Please enjoy other haiku in the same stream over at Carpe Diem Haiku Special
Simple and beautiful are these things that adorn our Christmas world. Ornaments the prompt from Chevrefeuille’s Carep Diem
This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem 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 chain by associating on the first stanza. Of course you don’t need to use the classical syllables count, but that’s up to you.
Not an easy task I think, but therefore I give you all 24 hours instead of 18 hours … So you have to write a chained poem (Renga) of maximum eight (8) stanza inspired on the image and the prompt WINTER WONDERLAND within 24 hours.
My eyes open
crystals lace eyelashes
the world is white
I fold back winter’s blanket
I am warmed by the sight
*
Reaching in a dream
entranced by small set of prints
walking on sugar
ballerina takes my hand
I am dressed like a swan
*
Effortless we sail
glassy waters before us
I drop a feather
red beauty falls to earth
contrast against my white world
*
Light is the breeze
feather and red petal dance
nature’s pas de deux
my eyes flutter closed
echos long a wonderland song
The Red Ballet Shoes are from Deviant Art
Today’s prompt from Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is a complicated but fun one for the season.
I also celebrate this my 1700th post at Word Press!!!
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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