
One
drop
on
the
calendar date
The prompt at 6WSP is Date
you leave before dawn
a captive of wintry frost
kiss on the window
The prompt at Carpe Diem’s “Throw that pebble” is Frost.
tama-dana ni kanarazu kaze no fuku to iu
on the ancestors’ altar
without fail
a lucky wind blows
© Issa
Light flickers
My father’s hands my son’s
memory’s smile
*
tears cover the trail
father steps into shadow
son clears the path
The Carpe Diem prompt is Ancestors. Without our ancestors who / what would we be but a jumble of DNA. Instead we have the privilege we carry on where our ancestors left off.
The last Carpe Diem haiku for March is Weeping Willow.
yabu- iri ya mamori- bukuro o wasure kusa
Apprentice’s holiday:
a good-luck amulet
forgotten in the grass
© Buson
waiting all year
dance to the memory
full moon in her eyes
This Carpe Diem Haiku Kai prompt is in celebration of a holiday that the servants were given: “Yabu-iri” literally “thicket-entering,” is an obscure season marker in haiku for spring (or late New Year). On about the sixteenth of the first month, servants and apprentices were allowed to go home for a short visit. This would have meant that the holiday started with the full moon.
I spoke your name in harmony with the lark
now the marble holds memories cold
I caressed your hand through the bitterest of fights
now I seek your shadow as you slumber at night
*
silvery clouds trace your smile’s mark
I hear your sweet whispered tone
rustle through the breeze
as you say my name, I freeze
*
a shiver runneth over me
soft hands reach for embrace
we never ever do quite touch
I look toward heaven far too much
*
longing to catch your loving trace
tears wet my brow, cheeks, face
that once held hot, warm kiss
can only mouth the things I miss
*
I struggle not to throw myself away
I am yet buoyant on life’s ebbing waves
“May I be faithful to your name my dear
nothing in life seems very clear
*
I’ll not forget kindness from above
delivered treasure from the one I love
Next to you darling reserve for me a place
eternal destiny full of grace”
~Gibran
confident your steps
songs echoed in difficult shadows
laughter’s memory
My grandmother was a pioneer, a lover of life, a survivor. When she was told to put her daughter in a facility for retarded children, she refused. She spent her years loving, laughing and shedding an occasional tear. I always wanted to have her spirit – I hope I succeeded.
Who is the ancestor in your life that brings a vibrant memory?
Today’s prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “Ancestor”
Loose letters
compose a written memory…
“Look back
to a fragrant past
but sadly one that didn’t last
not a promising future
there will never be
removing that circular band
you set me free.”
tear streamed I walk
facing heartache of the day
why so long did I stay?
circling about the regrets
I write on a page
ripping the fluttering story
journal of myself now dead
handing it back to him
the answer circled in red
he had held on
hoping to gain
once again control
“Look back scoundrel
to a shattered past
but sadly one that didn’t last
you broke it once
so hold it near
pieces of golden band
is all that’s dear”
***
Metaphor: A comparison that is made directly or indirectly, but in any case without pointing out the similarity by using words such as: like, as, or than,
***
What do you think the metaphor in this poem is???
“One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.”
A.A. Milne
Wow we are half way through the A to Z challenge. How are you holding up???
you lie so still
nature’s companion
returned to the dust
beneath loamy undergrowth
surrounds you
you disappear into the ground
you to spend this day alone
foraging
and soon very soon
memories of your childhood
evaporate into the day
and you are left
with no memory of why you do this
at all
All that remained
she lived in another time
memories in a box
*
memories in a box
one night set free
no holding back ghosts
reminders not needed
the world could see
The prompt at Verse First (hosted by Kim Nelson) is Ghosts, Spirits, Scares. I hope you feel the presence of a ghost in my verse today.
We were instructed to write in 31 words or 31 lines in honor of October 31st. I chose using the haiku and tanka to write 31 lines.
Tanka: is written by one poet and not by two (as is the echo form of the Tan Renga) the syllables count is: 5-7-5-7-7
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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