Goodbye to a year that will be the past
Adieu to our failed successes that don’t last
we wave a friendly blushing Ciao
Sayonara , gone for now
Magnify the things you’ve done
some things lost others won
rocks pulled from the soil
bread rising never to spoil
all of 2018 now behind
flash of 2019 momentarily blind
last farewell to friends
sun sets too soon over Nile
loved children smile
Chill in new dawn
light reflects off distant storm
I stop to watch
Happy New Year to the folks at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – Today’s prompt “First Light”
Thanks to the WordPress DPChallenge folks for the photo challenges in 2015! Today’s prompt – “Circle”
yabu- iri ya mamori- bukuro o wasure kusa
a good-luck amulet
forgotten in the grass
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.
Kagamimochi is a special traditional Japanese decoration for the New Year, usually displayed inside the house in the kamidana, for Toshigami, the god of the new year, to bring good luck and prosperity in the new year.
Kagamimochi is made from two rice cakes (mochi) of different sizes, the smaller placed over the larger one, and a daidai, a Japanese type of bitter orange placed on top. In some versions, the mochi are placed on a konbu sheet, a symbol of pleasure and joy.
toasting with rice cakes
The current prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Rice Cakes
… it flowed away from yesterday
journey’s path was set anew
what came between us
can’t be read in tomorrow’s news
let us leap toward a new day
one I see rising on the horizon
no need for a replay
let’s race to meet the sun
A new year is time for many things. Yes we can reflect on yesterday but there are new horizons to aim toward.
The Photo prompt for the DP Challenge at WordPress is NEW. Also linking to Nancy Merrill’s photography blog.
All New – Photography to enjoy!
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Here is what Professor Peipei Qiu, The Author of Bashô and the Dao says about kikôbun, a similar style of writing to haibun:
‛The Japanese literary travel journal (kikôbun) has been closely related to poetry. It characteristically weaves poems and the introductory narratives in a sequential order. The travel journals that existed before Bashô were often written in a first-person voice, with the traveler’s itinerary revolving around the classical poetic toponym (utamakura or meisho) and the narrative centering on poems composed about them.
It had been a long, dusty arduous trail. My guide had told me of a cave that was hidden beneath the sea in the winter. I shook my head as I watched crustaceans bask in the warm sandy sun. My foot was caught in an old threaded trap left behind a century before, and I tumbled down a steep incline. I was left behind as the tenth victim of the sea or the so the report would say. When my head was free of its cobwebs, I beheld an brilliant sight – the cave.
Only the deep can sing praises of silken beauties. I could tickle the sea flowers that waved to me in a dance of purples and greens. I laughed as the big sea turtles paddled by the old forgotten wreck. I had fallen into a paradise that none could see. Was I a mermaid or a dead sea sprite left to haunt the sea foam forever? The gold in the broken open chests were nothing in comparison to the living treasure that swam about for my favor.
I learned to breathe water and sing the old sailor’s tales. I was part of that forgotten world. Each day I collected shells like cherished memories for another time. Then it happened with a flash. I opened my eyes to splashes of light and popping noises. All those about me clapped and shouted something. As I gathered my bearings, I held one gold piece and an old strand of pearls. No one noticed as I gathered a handful of seaweed and faced toward tomorrow and the place where my journey had begun.
Lost to the year
golden world beneath the sea
path finds me
This prompt of the Kikobun is the last for the 2014 year for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem. Thanks to Hamish Gunn and the work he spent preparing this prompt.
Wishing each of you a fanciful New Year filled with treasures and memories!!!
Looking forward who will you be????? Happy New Year
pulled toward unknown
where will this tunnel lead?
will I fall?
be turned about?
all things new
where uncertainty blooms
pick a petal
let it sail on the
currents of yesterday
blown by tomorrow
no place to settle
change is inevitable
who will I be?
who will you be?
when the last leaf falls
the wind howls
directing our path
swirling us in the direction
who are we to become?
My reflection on the entrance to the New Year is also inspired by the work of Paul Coelho in his work Aleph
Beginning I strive
journeying to make things clear
face to face with my past
Thanks to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem and the year of wonderful inspiration including today’s Aleph aka Alpha
I am a captive
encapsulated between yesterday and today
I hang suspended
the skeleton of winter
wraps its fingers about me
threatening my existence
and so I watch you go by
bundled up in a flurry of color
you will wave in the New Year
while I wait for spring to catch what remains
There is a way led by a smile even in a storm…
A whisper calls
frozen – hurts so much
no movement can I make
you strain to touch
can I climb above the fall
A smile beckons – warm
removes the empty, aching burn
touching me deep within
my will (tho faint) returns
I can survive this storm
Photography: “A way in the storm” L. Moon copyright 2012
I love effects that can be made with simple iphone photography. This is actually an un-named sculptured sign in the National Gallery of Art. It seems far removed now in a snowy wayward place.
How does one change in a New Year? Toss all your yesterday’s away!!!
Too frozen to feel
Cold lens viewing bitter pain
In resolve to change
In resolve to change
Cast the past into the wind
Toss yesterday away
Toss yesterday away
replaced with hope’s tomorows
Gone – discordant song
Photograph: “Winter Woods” copyright 2012 L. Moon