Adas Poetry Alcove

Poetry and Haiku

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival

Carpe Diem #1559 Vancouver … renown for the Cherry Blossoms


Credit : Jimmy Lau

Vancouver rain
cherry blossoms drizzling
on orange tables



Carpe Diem #1558 Alberta (Canada) … imagination without limits


sun rises slowly
colors peeking through the mist
hills tase and fall


autumn golds
set fire to the mountains
vast stretch of highway


Carpe Diem #1557 Departure …

According to Brilliant Maps the PanAmerican Highway is a network of roads stretching from Prudhoe Bay, Alaska, to Ushuaia, Argentina, a distance of around 48,000 kilometers (30,000 miles)

Monument Valley

traveling the highways
another mile marker passes by
longing for home

Pan American Highway

miles between us
do not ease my hearty
our departure

Dinosaur Diamond Prehistoric Highway - Dramatic Geology Crossing the San Rafael Swell.jpg

Dinosaur Diamond Prehistoric highway

blazing through
diversity of the land
Pan Am Highway


Pan American Trek Yukon Highway

along the highway
separated from you
Darién Gap

Credit: Richard Emblin


The Republic

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #61


Plato’s “The Republic”:

[…] “I will tell you, Socrates, he said, what my own feeling is. Men of my age flock together; we are birds of a feather, as the old proverb says; and at our meetings the tale of my acquaintance commonly is–I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life. Some complain of the slights which are put upon them by relations, and they will tell you sadly of how many evils their old age is the cause. But to me, Socrates, these complainers seem to blame that which is not really in fault. For if old age were the cause, I too being old, and every other old man, would have felt as they do. But this is not my own experience, nor that of others whom I have known. How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles,–are you still the man you were? Peace, he replied; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master. His words have often occurred to my mind since, and they seem as good to me now as at the time when he uttered them. For certainly old age has a great sense of calm and freedom; when the passions relax their hold, then, as Sophocles says, we are freed from the grasp not of one mad master only, but of many. The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

I listened in admiration, and wanting to draw him out, that he might go on–Yes, Cephalus, I said: but I rather suspect that people in general are not convinced by you when you speak thus; they think that old age sits lightly upon you, not because of your happy disposition, but because you are rich, and wealth is well known to be a great comforter.”[…] (Plato’s The Republic)

evils of old age
creep in stripping away
the pleasures of youth


youth and old age
character and temper
determine happiness


Fleeting Autumn

Carpe Diem #1556 fleeting autumn (yuku aki) ..

fleeting autumn
bare trees draped in fog
wind moans

fleeing autumn
wet mat of decaying leaves
covered in powdery snow

bare trees draped in fog
conjuring forgotten spirits
in the moonlight

wind moans
its icy voice draining
last of autumn color


Haunted House

Carpe Diem #1554 Haunted Houses (modern kigo)


As a child I would lie awake at night watching the closet, afraid something would emerge from the giant inside.  By day just hole in the wall  filled with a previous owner’s discarded magazines became a portal to some netherworld .Too paralyzed to get up and close the forgotten door for protection,  I’d implore my sister to no avail. Long hours were spent next to my snoozing sibling listening to the night sounds,  terrified with each hoot of an owl, creak of the floor, tap of a branch.  Yes, as the first hints of light formed outside,  the tree transformer to an evil witch pointing her long snarled finger at me, scraping the glass.  Finally as the last shadows of night were discarded, and villains became ordinary objects, I would dose.

moaning autumn wind
branches claw at the window
my haunted bedroom

Autumn Colors Along the Highway

Carpe Diem #1552 autumn colors along the highway (CD Imagination)

Inspirational Photo


traveling again
flames of autumn kissing
the highway


one more overlook
autumn scenery
beginning to blur

Red River Gorge

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #60 The Quest For A Masterpiece goes on … journey

Red River Gorge


Deep in the woods surrounded by sandstone walls. The damp smell of decaying autumn leaves mingles with pine.  The only sound the cascading leaves as the bounce off other branches and the occasional  rustling of your shoes.  We hike past the cathedral windows carefully picking our way along a narrow ledge.  I peer over the edge and take a step back.  The path disappearing in the undergrowth. We hike further then we feel anyone has gone.  Reaching for a rough ledge I pull myself up, only to make a realization that many have been here before and left their mark.

RedRiver cairnIMG_2712.JPG

deep in the woods
totems decorate an outcrop
honoring the gods


Carpe Diem #1548 orchids (ran) (classical kigo)


edge of battlefield
samurai dismounts
to pluck an orchid

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