Beyond the Gate #haiku #photography

Life's gate

“Of all languages, Japanese is by far the richest in onomatopoeic elements, especially of the simpler variety, in which the sound of the word is directly an imitation of the thing.
I had never heard of onomatopoeia until I discovered haiku in the late eighties, but I learned through the years that haiku are made, written, composed for saying aloud twice (or more times). Haiku are written down but the essence of haiku is this onomatopoeia. How we say a thing is of more importance, of more significance, than what we say, the conscious meaning; for through the tones of the voice, the words chosen, their combination, the sounds echoing and reechoing one another, their concords suspended and reestablished, their discords sustained and resolved, through all this there is a music as free and yet as law-abiding as is that of the flute, the oboe and the violin.
Japanese is a language of sounds as we can see in the three-lined form of haiku with its 5-7-5 sound-units (or onji). Japanese people are part of nature, they are one with the sounds of nature and therefor haiku became what it is … the poetry of nature …”

~Kristjann Panneman

hi wa hi kure yo yo wa yo ake yo to naku kaeru

“day, ah, darken day!

night, ah, dawn away!”
chant the frogs

© Buson

We may summarize the function of onomatopoeia in the following way:

1.) The direct representation of the sounds of the outside world by the sounds of the voice;

 

2.) The representation of movement, or physical sensations other than that of sound;

 

3.) The representation of soul states. This is always indirect, unconscious, spontaneous. Great poetry depends chiefly for its effect upon this factor. It cannot be imitated or artificially produced;

 

clear drops

open the gate

she bubbles to life

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The haiku writing lesson is courtesy of Kristjaan Panneman at Chevrefeuilles Carpe Diem.

I am currently drawing the above gate.

Drawing

hand in active pursuit

eye joins in

gate 2

Rabbit Hole #poetry #photography

Bunny

Scampering off toward life’s forest

wily fox in hot pursuit

 I, more than casual onlooker

as your steps affect lasting fate

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innocence may be your destruction

nibbling away at fresh grass

darkness lurks in the shadows

you look aware much too late

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what I watch from the screen door

 hopes of holding back the rain

unheeded are warning’s whispers

lesson’s lost beyond garden’s gate

Life's gate

 

What lurks beyond the garden gate???

Gateway to Death #poetry #photography

hell's gate

Bolted twice and once padlocked

Hairs rose on my back as I passed

“what can fools fear here”

the crows mocked

death’s never taken its last

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Boney fingers in a long, far reach

striving against iron grate

“warm healthy blood

I offer one taste

 no fear there’s the strong, sturdy gate “

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blood rose and poured out my mouth

foaming it took out my teeth

“release me”

I cried to no one

up drove creped horse with black wreath

*

Unbolted twice and unpadlocked

Hairs rose on my back as it passed

“you are a fool

to have come here”

death’s reaper has taken his pass

***

This is just a taste to wet your lips. Go to Pen of the Damned and get a full coarse meal of death.

“Feast at my burial. I’ll bring the beer.”

Photograph: “Hell’s Gate” © L. Moon 2013

Swing of the Gate #haiku #photography #poetry

gate-to-emptiness1.jpg
Here is the haiku by Mabson O. Southard which is the first stanza of this week’s Tan Renga Challenge (which is to add a second stanza of 7-7):

Just the cellarpit;
only the catbird recalls
the swing of the gate. ~ Southard

on which hang the ages past
children used to laugh and sing ~ L. Moon

This Tan Renga Challenge prompted by Kristjaan Panneman at Carpe Diem

Some more details on the Tan Renga form

Photography: Gate to emptiness © L. Moon

Wild Weekly Photo Challenge – The Forest #photography

wood dragon

You may think you can see my world that the wood dragon guards

winter woods

but you cannot know of the beast who stalks in its cold

blue dawn photo rendering

your eye distracted by blue horizons at dawn

vibrant fall

colors captivate you and you fail to hear the distant snarls

Ripples of Life

already mesmirized in the reflection of the lady’s wooded pool

amber glow

you fail to see the true light

gate-to-emptiness1.jpg

beware the world beyond the gate – My World!

I’m participating in this weeks <a href=”http://letsbewild.com/photo-challenge/wild-weekly-photo-challenge-34-the-forest/“>Lets Be Wild Photo Challenge</a> This week’s challenge is the Forest. Check out the beautiful photography!

The Future -You See #haiku #photography

"Spectator - Speed of Light" Oil by James Rosenquist
“Spectator – Speed of Light” Oil by James Rosenquist

To hold in my hands

gazing between stars and moon

future far too fast

 

Dare I to gaze

behind or before my gate

trip over what ifs

Ponder the Future is today’s haiku prompt at Carpe Diem. Do we dare look even a little ahead??

Weekly Photo Challenge “In The Background” #photography #B&W #poetry

Lurking in the background

just beyond my sight

is a shadowy presence

 evokes in me much fright

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will darkness creep still slowly?

passing through the gate

what is it dark is holding?

I gasp at what’s at stake

**

Please bar the door – protect us

do not unleash the beast

can’t you hear it gnashing

thinking me its feast?

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Lurking in the background

just beyond my sight

is a shadowy presence

 will I last the night?

This week’s prompt at WordPress’ photo challenge is “In the background”

There are always wonderful stories just out of reach for the viewer In the Background. Please enjoy delightful photography from the weekly photo challenge.

Do you enjoy a dark fiction? Pen of the Damned offers some exceptional writing in the dark/horror genre each Tuesday

Photograph” “Between the Lines” copyright L. Moon 2011

Complicated #poetry #photography #poetsunited

shadows

Always at cross angles

like waves against me crash

wind whipped standard

*

your eyes flash

multiple thoughts converging

life never to be the same

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Blocking my way

shadowing my step

muddying my resolution

*

your eyes flash

multiple thoughts converging

my life never to be the same

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Sandpaper like friction

seabirds fight for their find

iron gate clanging shut

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your eyes flash

multiple thoughts converging

Our lives never to be the same

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I offer you my hand

 simple gesture of love

please take it – don’t run

…or we will never be the same

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Word Count: 100

Poets United prompt for Verse First is Poetry that Heals. 

Can abrasive, passionate words help a heart heal or do they tend to rip off the scab?

A Gateway to the Damned #PEN #flashfiction

pen photo

The knob creaked as I gave it a twist.

I’d been able to breathe last time I’d been here.

Imprisoned behind an unlocked gate of decorative iron, I watch the world carry on without me.

Shadows beckon; so soon shall I dance.

I am plummeted to the world beyond my fears.

My mind bleeds for what should have been, for the chance never to have seen you.

The rooftop glitters, wet with slime and sunlight on old stone.

Theirs is a multitude of ignored voices; immeasurable lives ending as grist to be chewed by holy teeth.

From down the hall, the words do come, and with them now, a screeching hum.

Enjoy Pen of the Damned today as we have a rare treat for you. Each of us has written a flash fiction (100 words) based on the picture prompt (above). The words I have placed here are just appetizers of each author’s work. Come over to the Pen and feast in our dark banquet hall.

pen of the damned

A Picture Paints 100 Words, by Dan Dillard , Veneration, by Daemonwulf

Poisonous Hope, by Tyr Kieran, Sacred Charge, by Nina D’Arcangela

Refuge, by Joseph A. Pinto, Vacuum, by Leslie Moon

Sleeping Dogs, by Thomas Brown, Inner Sanctum, by Blaze McRob

Welcome Home, Baby! by Hunter Shea

Beyond the Gate #children #story #photography

Look through a child’s eyes at the world just beyond the gate…

Mommy what’s up there just past the gate

It’s a land that no one has ever seen

I hear it’s splendor and gold and things

Daddy what’s up there unseen beyond the gate

It’s a land where beauty and mirth flow

There are things you never will see not until you are grown

Sister please tell me what is on the path past the gate

I’ve heard it never ever ends

there are animals and pools and lots and lots of bends

Brother tell me what is past the bend beyond the gate

They say there are unimaginable  things

the water sings and they all have wings

Grandmother what is past the waters beyond the gate

honey it wont be too long til I will see

just wait a spell and you will sing and play there with me

Grandfather what is past where we sing and play beyond the gate

grandchild there is a world where no one hates

for my family I patiently wait just beyond the gate

Photograph “Gate to emptiness” L. Moon copyright 2012

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