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
butterfly hatching
my daughter’s eyes
tell a story
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tattered wings
sail into autumn skies
were you kept too long
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my grandson squeals
hanging on an orange lily
hatching butterfly
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over the years
butterfly fascination
stirring hopes and dreams
every hatching imbued
secrets and memories
Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary, October 2020: Carpe Diem #1831 Dolphins
morning sun
swimming pod glistens
heavenly sight
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evening tide
dolphins brining luck
to fishermen’s nets
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Delphinus leaps high
lighting the northern sky
this late summer night
Arion the grateful poet
soothes the sky with his lyre
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
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #112 Transformation … sketching from life (Shiki’s Shasei technique)
kaboocha yori nasu muzukashiki shasei kana
Sketching from life —
\eggplants are harder to do
than pumpkins. © Masaoka Shiki (Tr. Burton Watson)
in the hot afternoon sun
fruits wither before capturing
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 #1545 The Water Fowl (crossroads)
the water-fowl
pecks and shivers
the moon on the waves © Zuiryu
scooping up the moon
in the wash bassin,
and spilling it © Ryuho
I kept hanging the moon
on the pine tree, and taking it off,
gazing at it the while © Hokushi
gulping the moon
water fowl spills its contents
into the waves
gulping the moon
shaped biscuits secretly
gull races away
water fowl spills its contents
as plover and willet
peck and scoop
into the waves
a pelican dives
dosing the moon
tumultuous changes
embraced by your family
I still stand out
smiling you whisper
“Diamonds are xenoliths.”
Adas Poetry Alcove 