Adas Poetry Alcove

Poetry and Haiku



Trying to Restart Again

Carpe Diem #1846 Trying to restart again

wet spring
discarding drown plants
setting new seedlings

replacing flowers
by the cold wet stone
spring hatchlings chirp
tears dried, visits lessen
conversation growing thin


Carpe Diem #1833 butterfly

butterfly hatching
my daughter’s eyes
tell a story 


tattered wings
sail into autumn skies
were you kept too long


my grandson squeals
hanging on an orange lily
hatching butterfly 


over the years
butterfly fascination
stirring hopes and dreams
every hatching imbued
secrets and memories


family game night
crowding around the table
cards ready for play
betting stakes taken
from father’s old pony jar

Sunday Writing Prompt – Card

Moon Dragon


snowy evening
black cloud dragon rises
swallowing the moon
disappearing in the light
dispelling darkness



(Image created in photoshop elements)


Carpe Diem #1803 New Beginnings … snowdrops

new patch of snowdrops
rushing to pick springs first blooms
barefoot on fresh snow
sparse strip of green grass
dotted with white gravel

Icicles (Tsurara) 2

Carpe Diem #1585 icicles (tsurara)


ice wall glistens
reflection creating
fantasy grotto



winter dusk
sunset bleeds
across the snow
hanging icicles reflect
fading colors



heavy winter storm
even the bird feeder
encased in glass


Carpe Diem #1533 Xenolith



tumultuous changes
embraced by your family
I still stand out
smiling you whisper
“Diamonds are xenoliths.”

French Haiku

Carpe Diem #1515 French Haiku (Haiku Francophone)

I found a French haiku and a tanka that I liked.  I only speak English but  my attempt to write in French follows at the end


au bout de la rue
deux tas de pierres veillent
sur le vieux verger

at the end of the street
two piles of stones keep watch
over the old orchard

haiku by French Canadian poet André Duhaime

Dans l’ombre tissée
Par ces minces fils d’argent
Elle dort sans trêve
Parfois rôde un rêve d’aile
Un frisson parcourt la toile

In the shadow woven
By its thin silver treads
It always sleeps
Sometimes a dream of wing comes prawling
A thrill passes all over the web

tanka by French tanka masterRené Galichet


après l’orage
le gazouillis des oisillons
rompre le silence

after the storm
chirping of little birds
breaking the silence

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


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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