a mark on the world
flower offers a yellow kiss
spring’s exclamation
Here’s one for the bees (who people so often run away from). These little creatures diligently keep our world alive.
Our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai has once again offered a wonderful prompt.
such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!
© Chèvrefeuille
scattered at my feet
arctic cold grasps pink innocence
spring picks up pieces
children dance around her
adults gather in sad fare well
hands full of beauty
her essence floats off in the basin
tears mist away
faintest pink remains
brown and bruised by the wind
© L. Moon
My Cherry Blossom offering to Carpe Diem as a Solo No Renga
And with Poets United as we celebrate the Cherry Blossom
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.
float on the breeze
rainbow dances with the sun
ancient memories
Take a whirl on Sunday with Carpe Diem – the prompt is the above image.
“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
ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling
ancient laughter
captured in canyon wind
yucca leaves, rustling
~Jen
echoed conversation
wisdom of the ages
~mdw
This is Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga prompt for the weekend
If you are unfamiliar with the Tan Renga form,
the second “stanza” of 7-7 is an echo of another poet’s haiku
Simple and beautiful are these things that adorn our Christmas world. Ornaments the prompt from Chevrefeuille’s Carep Diem
Silent Night
mother and two young daughters
angelic harmony
The prompt at Chevrefeuille’s is Christmas Carol. I have dear memories of singing with my girls at nursing homes and for church specials.
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
An excellent and appropriate prompt for the day “Cold within the sound” for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem
Kristjaan Panneman takes a look at Kanshicho form of Haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:
“I will look at the separate “onji” of “Kanshicho” now and than I will try to explain what Kanshicho was meant to be.
Kan -> means: perception, expression
Shi -> means extravagance, pride, poetry
Cho -> means frivolity, number, butterfly
Kanshi -> means Chinese poetry
As I place those meanings together than Kanshicho means:
A poem in the Chinese way that expresses the extravagance and pride of the poet with the frivolity of the flight of a butterfly. And than Kanshicho starts to come to life. It’s an expression of something which is seen by the poet, a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown in to water, in which he/she sees the extravagant beauty and pride of nature. That extravagance beauty is caught in a three lined verse with the frivolity, (in my opinion frivolity means “not strings attached, free”) of the flight of a butterfly.”
So here’s my shot at unconventional frivolous haiku:
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.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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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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