Wednesday, December 31, 2014


A haiku by Issa:

kageboshi mo mame sokusai de gyokei kana

my shadow too
in good health...
"Happy New Year!"


after the fireworks
the rustling of bare branches
nothing has changed

(C) Chèvrefeuille

woman toasts new year
wearing pants she wore to work
in nineteen eighty

©  Janice Adcock



Here is hoping you will go here to enjoy many more lovely haiku about The New Year.

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Birthday Trip

An early December birthday is, well, usually pretty crummy.  It typically falls in the week following Thanksgiving.  We are still too full of turkey, dressing, etc to even want to think about another party.  With cake.  As a youth Mom would make me an angel food cake and that was about it.  One year my life long BFF spent the night.  Exciting stuff, right?  I decided this year would be different.  A trip to the coast was going to do it! Two nights on the Gulf Coast in December should work.  This decision took place in early October.

Before my aunt passed and before I realized I needed to take my mom to a wedding in Dallas in mid October.  A few weeks before the three day camp trip followed by a week of bronchitis.  Still coughing I headed back to Dallas for a classmate's annual holiday gathering.  Helped my Sis decorate her house.  Came home and began preparing for Thanksgiving football and all the food the next day.  No way could we have expected Mom to lose her eyesight that day.  Weird, unheard of problem called giant cell arteritis.  Four days before we were to leave on The Birthday Trip.  Sis convinced me to go keep my appointment with my birthday celebration trip.

I gotta say that by the middle of November I had already begun to search to see if I could reschedule until in say -- February.  Nope.  On Tuesday, December 2, we set off in our CMax hybrid for the warm beaches of South Padre Island.  We never arrived at the warm beaches.  We did arrive to 46 degree, rainy, windy South Padre Island.  Our hotel was roughly 100 yards from ocean edge but on Dec. 3 when we looked out of our third story balcony, there was mostly fog.  There was the sound of the ocean to reassure me that we were indeed at the beach.

After a breakfast overlooking the foggy beach we ventured out onto the beach.  It was beautiful.  The surf and shorebirds played tag as we watched.  Flocks of gulls mimicked the waves in an undulating dance in the air.  Winter Texans, folks living in the area during winter months, were exercising on the beach.  My hubby snapped photos of birds for me.  I had left the new camera in the room.  He gave me time to just enjoy the smell, the breeze, the feeling of walking on packed sand ......the joy of the moment.

Those minutes on the beach were worth the longer than expected drive.  Those moments were worth the guilt feelings for not going to care for my mom.  All those years with no celebrations.  I would be 68 years old the next day.  I was with the man I love.  We would go on to spend several hours exploring the island, the bird center, enjoying fresh seafood and fine wine.  Tons of photos were taken and are are yet to be processed.  That means now I will get to slow down long enough to relive the beauty of that trip.  My first ever Birthday Trip.  And, may I add, my last.  Too close to Thanksgiving and Christmas.

childhood dreams-
cakes, angels and fire
Happy Trails!

©  Janice Adcock


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Monday, December 29, 2014

Departing Year


Inspirations:

slow rains
as if leaves were falling
at winter's end

© Jane Reichhold

sweeping the garden
at the end of this year
to start fresh

© Chèvrefeuille

The rhythm of planets rotations around a central star is noted by the inhabitants.  With an axis slightly off plumb the blue planet uses about 365 days to traverse the elliptical path.  The length of time has to be adjusted by adding one extra day every fourth trip.  The blue planet spins on its skewed axis during the journey.  The skew gives the Northern and Southern Hemispheres opposite seasons.  One hemisphere in winter's grip while the other is enjoying the warm beaches.

Not all inhabitants celebrate the same point of rotating that central star.  Almost every culture, religion and geographical region has a different time to celebrate the New Year!  The shedding of the constraints of the old year.  The failures and achievements;  the joys and sorrows;  things learned and things forgotten.  Each one in turn celebrates the departing year.

The culture of which I am a part celebrates the passing this week.  Wednesday evening will be a night of watch parties, TV shows, concerts and a midnight fireworks.  In our home the celebration will be one of calmness.  We will remember that 48 orbits ago Husband placed a small amount of fire on my finger.  A fiery stone to represent the embers of love in our hearts.  We departed 1966 heading toward a new life to be lived as one.  This year we depart 2014 looking toward the adventures ahead of us in 2015.

a cold north wind
snow drifts on the garden path
new year promises

©  Janice Adcock

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fireworks - a brilliant legacy


against the dark sky
colorful flowers and suns -
New Year's Eve

© Chèvrefeuille

seeking life elixirs
old alchemist blows it!
lights smiles forever

©  Janice Adcock

©  Janice Adcock
Happy New Year!


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Saturday, December 27, 2014

ancient laughter

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #66,
Jen's "ancient laughter"
Cliff Dwelling. Walnut Canyon. National Park Service.



ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind – 
yucca leaves, rustling                 (© Paloma)

spirits in the dust devils
jesters to delight the chiefs         (©  Janice Adcock)





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landmarks


Inspirational post for this writing:

keep straight down this block,
then turn right where you will find
a peach tree blooming

© Richard Wright

hoofed feet plod along
to the whistled cattle calls
crossing at round rock
©  Janice Adcock


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Stars


glowing plasma
watches the lovers kissing
winks at sister moon 
©  Janice Adcock 

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White Christmas


My childhood along the blackland fields of Texas did not include snow at Christmas.  There were a few times snow did fall, even accumulated a couple of inches deep.  The snow would usually melt within hours or a day or so.  As an adult my husband and I chose to move to his home town.  The more northern latitude introduced me to real snows.  Snows of gentle dustings to true storms with three foot drifts.  One such three foot drift against our garage door delayed our departure to work for a day while we dug out our drive.

The favorite snows would be the ones at Christmas.   But there was one such Christmas that found our son trapped in a ditch in Oklahoma City.  He was travelling home from Christmas.  A sudden snowstorm had stalled the traffic for hours.  Oklahoma City had almost no snow plows, little pavement treatment and a foot of snow on Christmas Eve.  Once he was able to travel toward a friends home, a wrong turn in the unfamiliar town left him in the ditch.  Our son stayed in contact with us by cell phone.  At 2 AM he reported he had arrived at his friends home.  He said a person had helped him out of the ditch.

It was almost noon the next day, Christmas day, when he arrived at our home.  He lied the night before when he reported he was safe in a house.  He was still in the ditch.  He had warm clothing, blankets and a full tank of gas.  He survived the night and the early morning icy drive into Missouri where we lived.  "Mom, the roads were almost instantly clear at the Missouri border.  Shame they did not loan that equipment to Oklahoma!"  
Of course it helped that Missouri had only received 2 inches of snow so it was easier to keep the roadways clear.  

We are now living in Central Texas.  It was in the high 60's on Christmas Eve night.  Our son and his girlfriend had no trouble driving the 5 miles to join us for dinner and gift exchanges.  There was no need for blankets nor snow shovels.  No desperate prayers in the middle of the night for one's manchild's safety.  It was a beautiful evening spent with family and only a slight wish for a gentle snowfall.

giant white flakes
drifting slowly to the earth
all is transformed
©  Janice Adcock



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Monday, December 22, 2014

Frost

Carpe Diem #632, 
Frost

©  Janice Adcock

a frosty frog
standing guard over the fish
suspended animation
©  Janice Adcock


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Sunday, December 21, 2014

candles

Carpe Diem's Seven Days to Christmas" #3, 
candles

Christmas dinner, 1958.  Granny is closest to the camera.

Granny Chandler always gave me gifts at Christmas.  Somehow she stretched her old age assistance check to give gifts to all of her eleven grandchildren.  I still have a sewing basket and two candle holders she gave me.  Also, a Christmas angel with the word December in gold letters along her skirt.  The angel sits on the shelf next to my bed.  I always think of Granny when I see it.

One candle holder is tucked in a drawer while the second holds a single candle from the our wedding ceremony.  For several years I would burn the candle for a short while on our anniversary.  The 10 inch taper is now only about 2 inches.  It will be burn next on our 50th anniversary.  Granny will be present in the flame just as she was on June 30, 1967.

gift of perfect love
swaddling cloths glow brightly
in the candlelight

©  Janice Adcock


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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

fog ripe

Carpe Diem #627, 
Fog/Ripe

©  Janice Adcock
the cold of night -
fog clings in spiky glory
to ripened fruit

©  Janice Adcock

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Ice Skating

Carpe Diem #628, 
Ice skating

As a small child growing up on a cotton farm in the blackland prairies of north Texas I had but one dream.  I wanted to be come an ice skater.  Each year during The Great State Fair of Texas, Mom and Dad would take my older sisters and  me to watch the Ice Capades.  The beauty of these performances would leave me dancing on the black dirt for days.  I told my teacher when asked what I wanted to be when I grew, "an ice skater!"  I remember her saying that was not something I could probably ever do as there were no rinks or schools in which to practice.  "Well, then I will paint pictures for the skaters," I responded.

The teacher was right in her observation about ice skating.  My own lack of discipline kept me from fully developing my drawing and artistic capabilities.  By the time ice rinks were being built in malls in the '80's, my knees were too messed up to allow learning a skill such as ice skating.  Now at 68 years old I allow the fear of a broken hip to restrain my desire to fly across the frozen water.  Occasionally I will sit in my easy chair, let go of my spirit and allow my mind to be on skates.  There for a few moments I glide, hearing the blades cutting designs in the ice. Feeling the spray coat my ankles and calves.  Moving magically and gracefully across the glassy ice.

winter's cold breath
caresses the skaters cheeks
as icy blades glide

as icy blades glide
she leans to the outside edge
the skater jumps

the skater jumps
twirling once - and a half
floating and smiling

floating and smiling
nailing the landing on edge
sighing in relief 

sighing in relief
the skater laughs as the goose
slides past -

©  Janice Adcock


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play again

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #38, 
a little bit different ... playing again ...

Here are the prompts to "play again" from our CDHK history:

Carpe Diem # 68, Winter Grasses
Carpe Diem # 82, Withered Mums
Carpe Diem # 294, Orchids
http://borntofarm.com/gyg-096-composting-made-simple/



spent orchids and mums
the stalks of winter grasses
beauty recycles

©  Janice Adcock

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Wow, Just Wow

Three weeks ago was the beginning of preparations for the Thanksgiving weekend extravaganza.  It included hosting the meal for the day following Thanksgiving.  This is the first time I have done this in our new home. Just finding where I had put dishes for the enlarged portions was a little challenging.  There was a day of pie and roll making with Middle grandson.  At the same time Son, Husband and the other two grandsons were working to move Girlfriend and her two children.

The traditional Thanksgiving Day on Thursday was a day filled with all things UT and Horned Frogs.  The University of Texas Longhorns and the Texas Christian University football teams played each other Thanksgiving evening.  Our son graduated from TCU.  Our nephew is in the UT band and is a senior.  So on Thanksgiving Sister, BIL Girlfriend's daughter are all in burnt orange while I along with Husband, Son, three grandsons and Son's girlfriend are in TCU purple.

Attired in our Horned frog colors of purple Hubby and I accompany Sister and BIL to the UT band practice.  Hubby and I stood out in the sea of burnt orange!  We received wondering looks as we stood in line for the turkey and dressing with all the UT band members.  At the UT campus store and again we were in the minority in the undulating waves of burnt orange.  We then make our way to the Darrel K. Royal Stadium.

Sister had scored some prime seats for all 11 of us.  She and BIL fit right in as the seats were in the middle of Longhorn season ticket seats.  Again, Purple Horned Frogs in the burnt orange ocean.  The weather was just right for a game, just cool enough to be comfortable but no need for heavy coats.  The game results with TCU winning that night is just a line in the history books now.  Neither team landed a  major bowl invitation.  But the fun of watching my Sister banter trash talk with my grandsons still brings a warm glow to my heart.

The next day we gathered to enjoy a traditional sit down Thanksgiving Day dinner.  What a joy to sit at table with family members and new family members.  To give thanks for all the joys of the year.  To pray for guidance for the latest challenges for my Mom.  To simply break bread together in love.  How very fortunate we are.

The next week it was off to the coast for a brief trip to celebrate my living to be 68.  Lots of photos taken to be shared at some point in different posts.  Back home in time to pickup a nephew at the airport.  The next three days would be about my youngest nephew's graduation and celebrations.  It has been wonderful watching as this redhead has grown from the tiny baby I first held about 30 minutes after his birth to the young man receiving his engineering degree.

Between all the events and eating, Christmas decorations were pulled out of storage.  Tree assembled and decorated.  Penguin collection appropriately displayed.  Nativity scenes placed about the small apartment.  Angles hung from the patio fence.  I barely finish the cleanup before Cousin arrives for a week of visiting, touring and shopping.  We shopped south Congress St. in Austin.  Next day it was Fredericksburg shopping and a driving tour of LBJ's ranch.  Thursday was more shopping in nearby Georgetown.  Friday was cooking for an extended family gathering in Dallas on Saturday.  Friday evening was dinner with two of my high school classmates and a moonlight cruise on a small lake in downtown Austin.

Saturday morning by 8 AM we were in Icie on our way to Dallas, 200 miles away.  My family gathering was a small group this time, only 28 folks this year.  My Aunt Opal who passed in October was sorely missed as were her daughters and grandchildren. My Oldest Sister and two nephews could not get off work to attend. A third nephew and his family had the flu.  Attendance was down by about 18 to 20 people.

Out of necessity Cousin, Hubby and I had to eat during the week she visited.  And eat we did.  Mexican on Monday, great margaritas.  Tuesday was a local restaurant in The Domain with splendid bread and butternut squash creamy soup.  For dinner we settled for Green Dragon apples, oranges, variety of crackers and gourmet cheeses.  Yum.  Fredericksburg was more great cheeses with soups and sandwiches.  Our return trip included a stop at Salt Lick Bar B Que.  Monument Cafe for breakfast on Thursday before Georgetown shopping.  Dinner was smoked pork roast, baked sweet potato and oven roasted Brussels sprouts.  Friday evening dinner was more bar b que as well as at the family gathering on Saturday.  By Sunday evening about all I wanted was a Rolaids!  Fried egg sandwiches with glasses of milk and the last of the apple pie was enough for us.

A little time Sunday evening with Son and his family as the tree was decorated rounded out the weekend. Monday afternoon one last trip to the airport to drop cousin off for her return trip home was like the end of a 3 week party.  Today I am not doing much except digesting all the joys and some sadness from the past few weeks.  One nephew and his wife lost a daughter in law near Thanksgiving to heart failure.  My mom developed giant cell (temporal) arteritis causing her the loss of sight in her right eye.  She will have to be on steroids for the next 18 to 24 months.  Her ability to chew and swallow are also affected by this disorder.  A major adjustment for her at 96 years of age.

All in all I still believe we are one fortunate family.  With a lot of love, laughter, tolerance and forgiveness we continue to be very blessed.  I mean wow, just wow.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Hornets

Carpe Diem "Little Creatures" #14, Basho's 
" spring rain "

spring rain,
leaking through the roof,
dripping from the wasps' nest.

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

spring rain approaches
speeding across the prairie
like swarms of hornets

like swarms of hornets 
the soldiers descend from clouds
strange rain falling -

©  Janice Adcock

The full inspiration for the post can be found by clicking here.

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Monday, December 1, 2014

delight in company

Carpe #617, 
delight in company

Read the entire inspiration here.




seaweed tied in knots
ashore in winter storm
we stick together

© Jane Reichhold



tires on pavement
pickety pock sound fills the Jeep
gently holding hands

©  Janice Adcock

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2008 Kootenay, BC, 6 week roadtrip

autumn sunshine

"autumn sunlight"

 18 hours to write a haiku about autumn sunlight and the cob web photo.

sun hanging lower
the long shadows move slowly
last webs glistening
©  Janice Adcock


Cob web in early sunlight (© Chèvrefeuille, your host)

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Exodus

Carpe Diem #615, 

a last leaf
swirls on the wind towards the east -
first snow falls gently

© Chèvrefeuille

womb's watery warmth
valleys and peaks flew by -
tomb's dark chill

©  Janice Adcock

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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Paradise

Carpe Diem #614, 

herb ladened scents -
floating in one's family love
earthly paradise

©  Janice Adcock

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Saturday, November 29, 2014

"a wild boar plays the organ"

Carpe Diem Special #119, 
Tomas Tranströmer's 5th 
"a wild boar plays the organ"

The complete text for the inspiration of the writing challenge can be found here.

then the leaves whispered:
a wild boar plays the organ.
and the bells all rang

© Tomas Tranströmer


what a sadness
artificial Nightingale's broken -
faraway birdsong

© Chèvrefeuille

stars blinking in time
deer frolic in a circle
hunt season closed!

©  Janice Adcock

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dream in a dream

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #61,
 Georgia's "a dream in a dream"

The challenge is to complete a haiku to make it a Tan Renga.  Okay, a lot of folks that drop by my blog may scratch their head wondering what the hey is going on with her?  What is all this haiku, tan renga, blah, blah Japanese blah stuff?  It is a form of poetry.  I am doing what so many of my friends and family have told me I should do ... write ....  the stories ... the crazy thoughts you have.  The haiku form of poetry speaks to my sense of living big in a very small way.  Compressed beauty.  If you want to know more you can read about it all here.

The following Tan Renga was written in two parts with the authors names noted by each.

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red   (Georgia)

blown away on the shoulder of the wind
delusory hopes caught in sand     (Chèvrefeuille)

As I read the verses my mind went to two things.  First Cass Elliot's version of Dream a Little Dream back in 1968 after the Mamas and Papas group broke apart.  Second was my Mom's loss of the sight in one eye on Thanksgiving Day a result of an inflammation in the temporal arteries.  She will be permanently blind in that eye.  Mom, who is 96. was visiting my 74 year old sister in another state.  My younger sis was spending Thanksgiving with us and her son.  The sister in Oklahoma had to take Mom to the emergency room on Friday, drive to Texas the next morning for a meeting with Mom's eye doctor.  Then Mom was put in the hospital for the beginning of treatments to hopefully save the sight in the second eye.  Mom's last remaining dream is to have sight.

Younger sister cut short her visit this morning to drive from Austin to the Dallas area to resume being the primary caregiver to our Mom.  The baton was returned to Sis and our older sister returned to Oklahoma to prepare for the funeral of her son's step daughter in law  The step daughter in law had taken her own life last Wednesday.  A young woman, she left behind two children.  She had chosen to no longer live rather than face a life void of hopes and dreams.

a dream in a dream
sand slipping through old fingers
autumn leaves turn red   (Georgia)

life drains from hopeless eyes
light seen only in dreams now (Janice)

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Carpe Diem #613, 
Solace

Post for the challenge of solace can be found here.

smooth touch of velvet
her soft white skin, her blond hair, 
my Golden Retriever

© Chèvrefeuille

solitaire -
wrapped in his jacket she plays
aroma's solace
©  Janice Adcock


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the cold within the sound

 Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #35,
The Cold within the Sound:  Otagaki Rengetsu

Inspiration for this post was written by Jen.  In her essay Jen acquaints the reader with Otagaki Rengetsu.  Please, click here to read all of the post on this most wonderful haiku writer.

Upon
frost-withered arrowroot
pelting
vying hailstones—
the cold within the sound.

Otagaki Rengetsu (1791-1895)

Here is Jen's attempt to write in the same spirit as Rengetsu’s waka:

daggers of sleet – 
this sharp sound
cut sideways

"I (Jen) like this haiku but it’s definitely not in the same tone.  Perhaps a tanka would be closer?

this November sleet – 
it shreds the birch leaves 
in the dead grass – 
a sharp sound, cut sideways
tossed to the hungry wind

Where does Rengetsu’s “cold within the sound” lead you? "... Jen of Blog it or Lose it

encased in ice -
tree limbs drooping in arcs -
- cracking cold wood

cracking cold wood -
transformer's fiery sparks falling
broken power lines

broken power lines
darkness fills the frozen air
encased in ice -

encased in ice
trees sparkling in the sun
shivering limbs snap

blankets
fight the cold
silence
shattered by
the splitting oak

©  Janice Adcock

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Monday, November 24, 2014

rainbow

Carpe Diem "Time Glass" 
a time challenging feature #11, 
"Rainbow"

Inspiration photo and word:

source:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Eighteen hours to write a stirring haiku is one of today's challenges.  Purchase supplies for the upcoming Thanksgiving festivities spread over about 3 or 4 days.  Reserve the three wheelchairs for the following weekend's activities.  Help with a move the best we can.  Prepare for a much anticipated guest in early December.  Working to accomplish all this in a pleasant manner at this moment feels impossible. As impossible as reaching the pot of gold sitting at the end of the rainbow.

ancient promises
slip from the grasp of humans
golden dreams
©  Janice Adcock

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Blowing In The Wind

Carpe Diem #611, 
Sylph, 
spirit of the wind

The wail of the warning sirens awakens the senses.  A peek out the front door confirms the approaching storm clouds.  Gather all that is important and take cover.  Quickly.  In a tub with heads covered by blankets families protect their young.  In basements with heads covered, young and old huddle in fear.  As the walls shudder the air is filled with the sounds of breaking glass and wood.  The suction pulls at the arms of the mother desperately holding onto her child.  As suddenly as it came it is gone.  Leaving a path of brokenness.

sylphs wildly dance
in frolicsome circles -
collateral winds

©  Janice Adcock

The Midwest of the U.S. is nicknamed Tornado Alley.  One swath of land near my in-laws home was hit twice within a three year period.  We lived 25 miles to the east.  The tornadoes danced past us, too.  A ledger page from the 25 miles away location with the names of folks we knew fell in our yard.  Some of the damaged homes were just left to rot the second time they were hit.  Maybe you can glimpse a Sylph dancing a little to much in this video of the 2003 twister.



This video was filmed on a road we traveled when going to visit my in-
laws.  It was filmed by the local weatherman, Ted Keller.  It was in this area the ledger page we found was sucked into the boiling clouds.


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Saturday, November 22, 2014

transformation

Carpe Diem #610, 
Transformation
 (2nd Vision Quest, 3rd day)

Inspiration and additional posts can be seen here.

Our final day ...
in search of our inner beauty
transformed

© Chèvrefeuille


anger filled heart freed
neither hate nor malice -
suspended in love

©  Janice Adcock

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Friday, November 21, 2014

dusk


Information, inspiration and many poets can be found here.

At dusk the harvest moon
paints a pine-tree
against the blue

© Ransetsu

one last row to cut
dusk overtakes the harvest
worker sighs relief

©  Janice Adcock

sourc:  http://www.allaboardharvest.com/


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Barren

Carpe Diem
 "Sparkling Stars" #13, " "

the childless woman,
how tender she is
to the dolls!

© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)

The words fell hard on them, "You will probably never conceive.  "Chances are one in a.."  A mind numbing number was all they heard.  Each clung to the other's hand.  Looking at a dreamed of family evaporate before them.  A ghost family.  A family never to be.  Wombs to carry and breasts to nourish laying fallow as a drought stricken field.

clouds move overhead
no crops for harvest this year
empty rain guage

©  Janice Adcock
Photograph by Matt Black for Matter


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escape

Carpe Diem #609, 
 (2nd Vision Quest, day 1)
©  Janice Adcock
Self hypnosis is a technic taught to persons with chronic pain.  Body resting in a chair, bed or anywhere comfortable.  Scented aromas and music can add to the atmosphere.  Eyes closed.  Breathe in slowly, breathe out even more slowly.  Thoughts focused on this deep breathing.  Let your mind drift to a place where you are safe and at peace.  Begin to let the tension flow out of your head with each breath.  Move down your body breathing in comfort and breathing out the tension and pain.  Feel the muscles of the heart and lungs as they relax into a blissful resting state.  Let oneself feel the pleasure of this moment.  Feel the escape from pain, sadness and worry.  Bask in the beauty of this freedom.  Of the soul's release into another dimension of creation.  At the end of the next song slowly return from your vision quest with a renewed body and soul.  Slowly open your eyes to ...... the changed you.

deep, slow breathing -
soul flies over the valley
blessed escape!

©  Janice Adcock

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first snow

source: Carpe Diem Kaiku Kai
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #60, 
Yozakura






©  Janice Adcock

bright autumn moon
bare branches moving like arms -
the first snow

© Yozakura

snowflakes sprinkled on the logs
my loves hands stoking the fire

©  Janice Adcock




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Time

Carpe Diem Special #118, 
Tomas Tranströmer's fourth
 "in time with the moon" 
(Vision Quest day 2)

source:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Inspirational haiku:

and the night streams in
from east to west, traveling
in time with the moon

© Tomas Tranströmer


source:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


hammock's soft swaying
dreaming in the moonlight -
time traveler sleeps

©  Janice Adcock

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