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 #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
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family game night
crowding around the table
cards ready for play
betting stakes taken
from father’s old pony jar
(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
Carpe Diem #1585 icicles (tsurara)
tumultuous changes
embraced by your family
I still stand out
smiling you whisper
“Diamonds are xenoliths.”
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
at the end of the street
two piles of stones keep watch
over the old orchard
haiku by French Canadian poet André Duhaime
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
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