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September 2018

An Empty Shoe

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (20) in an empty shoe 

rest on the field –
a lonely cricket chirping
in an empty shoe                        © Virginia Popescu

workers long since
home with their harvest

Broken Sunflower

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (19) broken sunflower

 

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broken sunflower
torn apart by a rainstorm —
puddles on the path                               © Chèvrefeuille, your host

relationship ending
mud splatters everywhere

Endless Time

Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation #51 Tagore’s “Endless Time”

Endless Time
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.

© Rabindranath Tagore

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we hurl through space
at breakneck speeds lost
forgetting how to breath
through the eons you wait for
your stiff-necked people to change

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A Mark on the Wall

Renga With Basho #9 A Mark On The Wall

path of the sun
the hollyhock leans into
early summer rain

shallow roots struggling
for a deeper ballast

don’t be like me
even though we’re like the melon
split in two

neglected and forgotten
our relationship  decays

wait awhile
cut the soy beans to the sound
of monks beating bowls

sync the rhythm of our lives
press my heart to yours

summer rain
where the poem card peeled off
a mark on the wall

your words scaring my heart
crumbling tear stained paper

building a bridge
between snow-covered mountains
white egrets

flimsy patch  bares its limit
broken threads dangle loosely

plovers fly away
the evening grows later with
cold mountain winds

our hands linger momentarily
last touch as we separate

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold, taken from: Basho, the complete haiku)

Grass on the River Bank

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (18) Grass On River Bank (Ken Gierke)

grass on river bank
bending over in warm breeze
pale moon looking down                    © Ken Gierke (RivrVlogr)

floats tree silhouettes
stirred by the stars

Broken by the Storm

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (15) broken by the storm

 

broken by the storm
the asters’ fragrance rises
out of damp earth                                  © Jane Reichhold

gathering debris
I find a robin egg intact

bird-egg-home

 

 

broken by the storm
the asters’ fragrance rises
out of damp earth                                 © Jane Reichhold

my heart drawing strength
to weather its own onslaught

 

 

Sparkling Wine

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (14) sparkling wine

Sparkling wine
Flames dance in her hand
He is granted a smile
          © Yozakura

lingering a moment
then whisked away by another

Clouds and Waves

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (12) clouds and waves

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clouds and waves
carry my dreams away
tugging my anchor

I stand in the shallows searching
longing for your return

(No hokko attribution  for this poem, as it is one of mine.  This would be a solo renga, not a tan renga.  The haiku was inspired by a poem of Rabindranath Tagore.)

Where Shadows Chase Light

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #50 Rabindranath Tagore’s “where shadow chases light”

 

by my door I wait
greeting life with contented hope
that love will return

by the road I wait
changing light shadows dance
keeping me company

greeting life with contented hope
I savor the perfume of promise
the beauty of nature

that love will return
and I will no longer be alone
our home flooded with joy

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