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Caught by the Call

Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary October 2020: #1835 caught by the call (Hando)

We were to create a poem in the sense and spirit of this poem by Hando

caught by the call
of the flowers and mountain, I forget
how steep the path is

© Hando


compelled by the moon
we walk creating warmth
your hand in my hand


kitten pouncing
at the candlelight shadows
we forget the storm


Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary October 2020: Carpe Diem #1834 sunflowers

afternoon feasting
prize sunflowers disappear
with the fading light

Images are some of this past year’s work. The birds sold almost as soon as my sister hung it in her shop.


Carpe Diem Celebrates its 8th anniversary – Carpe Diem 1829 Introduction to a new month.

autumn sunshine
a shower of leaves
dance in the light

Shikoku Island

Carpe Diem #1820 Introduction to Shikoku Island

soft prayers rise
rustling island’s sacred trees
float away with clouds

Tan Renga Challenge

Carpe Diem #1612 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (16) plumegrass


While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a single stalk of plume grass wilts.  © Ō no Yasumaro (circa 711), (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

beaten down by sun and wind
my heart echoes barren hill




the sky is bluer
birds are singing once again
caressed by sunshine                   (C) Kim M. Russell

my love walks the garden
spring in each step




full snow moon
stirs the ladybug
on cold bare branches                © Hamish

easterly wind tugs my hair
a screech owl flies overhead




water reflection–
a flying squirrel across
the wisteria’s mantle      © Takarai Kikaku (Tr. unknown)

sunken leaves rise
stirred by a skipped stone



Inkstone and Pencil

Carpe Diem #1518 Inkstone and pencil (free style)


empty pen
words only indentions
on blank paper


well worn paper
pencil marks faded
thoughts obscured


pen poised
scribbling my heart
on crumpled receipt

Wheel of Creation

Carpe Diem #1280 Wheel of Creation



woven in splendor
wisdom, kindness, discernment
the web of life




Carpe Diem Special #214 Mandarin Duck by Buson

mandarin duck –
rain falls silently
from an oak                           © Yosa Buson (1716-1783)


high in a tree
silently ruffling feathers
a muscovy duck


early  morning
a flush of muscovy
hiss and croak

On Our Way Home

Carpe Diem #884 on our way home: the scent of early rice, the tomb also shakes, autumn coolness, red more red, a lovely name, how pitiful
On our way home from our miniChristmas vacation, we discussed the Flying Squirrels that was in our rooms.  He was captured humanely and we let him go.  We  had thick fog and beautiful cloudscapes to view as we came around each bend in the road.  The car was full of the delicious smells of all the holiday baking we did on our trip.


large eyes starring
a flying squirrel now trapped
refuses a treat




with each mountain curve
we are greeted with thick fog
and the scent of chocolate





This has been a year with many personal losses. Last November we unexpectedly lost a good family friend and then  I found out that my best friend had developed yet another form of cancer.  The first week in February I lost  both of my hospice  clients with whom we had a lot of family connections. The greatest losses were of my best friend in the summer and the loss of my father-in-law in October.  Yet it also been a year filled with many  joys.  Through hospice I have reconnected with a dear friend as I have the blessing  of working with her mother every week. We have also taken many trips and had the joy of time with our grandchildren.  …And in February, I shall have a new granddaughter.


after the funeral
we stand around shaking
in the piercing wind




in autumn’s glow
great losses mingled
with quiet joys



Christmas Eve
on the memorial bench
a puddle of rain






 my winter garden
ripened moonflower pods
next to the landscape rock
hopes of a Christmas Rose





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