Friday, October 30, 2015

Kasuga Wakamiya Festival

Carpe Diem #847 Kasuga Wakamiya Festival


A last festival to celebrate three years of haiku prompts and writing.  The Kasuga Wakamiya Festival is deemed especially important culturally by the Japanese Government.  The mid December festival features traditional costumes, dances, food and other cultural arts, the largest for the nation.

One blogger I follow lives in Norway.  Each year there is a festival with folks dressed in traditional costumes.  I cannot think of Oktoberfest without thinking of Germany.  Carnival in Rio is a biggie as is New Orleans' Mardi Gras.  Surely there are other festivals throughout the world that are as important to the individual countries and communities.  But a festival that is important enough to have an official important cultural arts designation, I cannot think of one in the US.  No traditional costumes, foods, dances. I suppose it is due to our nation being a big stew pot of immigrants.

  traditions
tastes, smells and sounds
the story of whom

©  petra domina

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the held breath

Carpe Diem Special #179 Tom D'Evelyn "The Held Breath: Sound and Silence in a Haiku"


The Held Breath: Sound and Silence in a Haiku

Posted on October 24, 2015 by Tom D'Evelyn on his own website Haiku Eschaton

Haiku is an art of silence, or at least of silences. The inner architecture turns on a gap, an empty space between dimensions; the meditative origins of the imagery suggest deep silences. And yet it is also an art of the senses, richly mixed to convey the complexity of the flesh of the ongoing world. Sounds pretentious as hell, yes? Maybe, but . . .

the whine of the leaf blower
the leaves the leaves keep falling
silently

© Tom D’Evelyn

Can I possibly write a haiku that has that balance between sound and silence?  One never knows till one tries.

the evening traffic
splattering through the puddles
a single drip falls



approaching footfalls
anticipation builds . .
then

©  petra domina

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

The Blues

Not sure if it is the time of year, my age or returning from a 50th class reunion but there seems to be a case of the blues hanging around here.  Low expectations, low energy, high weight, lard butt......  Or maybe it is the whole political atmosphere.  I think I hate this mess we call a democratic process.  Cut throat, meanness with a huge dash of self centered narcissism.  But be certain I do not want socialism, fascism, communism or any other ism or dictator.  I would just prefer things be a bit more civil.

We do not have cable so no Fox nor CNN in this home.  That does not keep the crazy from seeping into almost every encounter we have.  Doctor offices have one or the other on screen while I sit waiting for an exam.  No wonder my blood pressure is always high.  I do not work at not caring much any more as I, as an individual, really have no impact.  I, as a senior citizen, do not have the wealth to influence an election.  So I am finding it easier and easier to just not care.  To sit and stare at Netflix.

There was a time when I actually thought I could make a difference in this world.  I worked at district, state and a little on national levels on child abuse, social justice issues and even The International Law of the Sea.  No more.  I will recycle, drive my hybrid part of the time and a gas guzzling Jeep the other part of the time.  I will attend our grandchildren's activities with pleasure.  I will contribute to specific needs within trusted organizations.  I will travel and show respect of others.

circa 9/1963
But do not invite me to talk politics, 'cause most likely you really do not care what I think.  You are really only wanting to spout your views.  Most often those views sound like clips from Fox or CNN, not something truly researched.  Nor are the views coming from life experience.  Growing up poor was the norm in my life and most around me.  You would not know that from hearing the views now.  We grew up when jobs were abundant, blacks were just beginning to reach for equality and the future seemed bright.

Once I was young.  Once   .......  I believed ............






Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Chichibu Night Festival

Carpe Diem #846 Chichibu Night Festival


Carpe Diem Haiku Kai has been celebrating since October first, we are three years old! Our host has almost worn his fingers to the bones writing all the prompts.  One thing I am taking away is that Japan likes to par-tee!!!!

jubilant voices
fill the emptiness
nighttime

©  petra domina

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Taiko Festival

Carpe Diem #845 Niihama Taiko Festival


Japanese drums
resonate through the spring-night -
evil spirits flee

evil spirits flee
as prayers for compassion
resonate through the night


©  Chèvrefeuille

rhythmic drums
resonate against walls
pounding heartbeats

©  petra domina

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shasei

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #16 (Shiki's) Shasei


bell chimes float 
across the languid pond
ruffled ducks fly

©  petra domina

The following is an excerpt from our challenge post.  Click here for the full post.

Come spring as of old.
When such revenues of rice.
Braced this castle town!

© Masaoka Shiki

An example of a shasei haiku by Jane Reichhold:

evening
waves come into the cove
one at a time

© Jane Reichhold

In Basho's time shasei wasn't a known word, but this haiku shows what shasei means. Just the real scene caught in a haiku. An example of a shasei haiku by Basho:

ame no hi ya seken no aki o sakai-cho

a rainy day
the autumn world
of a border town

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)


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first day of school

Carpe Diem Special #178 Michael Dylan Welch's "first day of school"


first day of school—
I eat my buckwheat pancakes
in silence

© Michael Dylan Welch

The first day of school is such a distant memory, over 62 years ago I walked into the school house.  Two older sisters as well as my Mom attended the little country school making it was familiar ground.  Mom drove the school bus beginning when I was about 18 months old.  I rode the bus with her.  As a result nothing about the first day of school was scary or unfamiliar.

Community festivals were held on the school grounds.  Even money raising events for the little country church, blurring lines of separation.  The teacher for my first year was somewhat new to the task.  Her tactics were such that in the small school with three grades to the room she was not my second grade teacher. 

Some folks call the times the good old days.  It was a time of possibilities and opportunities for the right folks.  It was the time of my youth, the time of simplicity. Simple foods, simple toys, simple needs .....

red sweeper compound
tossed on the dusty wood floors
smells of memories
© petra domina

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

one ...

Carpe Diem Special #176 Michael Dylan Welch's "one ..."


Sitting in the folding chairs the couple enjoying the open sky. 


one . . .
together we count
the falling stars


© Michael Dylan Welch


a class reunion
school mates gathered
in one small room

©  petra domina

Entire class of 1965, Allen, TX

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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Gion Matsuri

Carpe Diem #841 Gion Matsuri

 Inspirational post here.

 glowing lanterns
appeasing the angry gods
food in abundance

the lofty images float
along the river of people
©  petra domina
"Gion Matsuri of Kyoto Japan 1920s" by born1945 from Hillsboro, Oregon, USA - Old Japan Festival, Celebrating. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Commons - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gion_Matsuri_of_Kyoto_Japan_1920s.jpg#/media/File:Gion_Matsuri_of_Kyoto_Japan_1920s.jpg

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©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock


Monday, October 19, 2015

Numbers

Things sort of sneak up on one.  Looked down and noticed the number of posts had reached 1000 + a few.  Started the blog as a way to occupy myself during knee replacement recovery in late February 2012.  Here now over three years later the little blog is chugging along most days.  Over 130 registered followers and 90,000 + recorded visits.  Take a good 2500 off that for legitimate views.

A second blog on Wordpress has about 165 posts with about 6500 views.  It is more for photos.  I have been rather lax in posts to that site since vacation.  I have not been visiting the contributors to the blogs in which I participate.  It is fun to visit and get to know folks from across the world.

Blogging is not about the numbers.  It is about the people on the blogs.  It is about the sharing of stories and ideas.  It is about learning from other cultures.  It is about recording bits and pieces of histories from my life.  Reading about the bits and pieces from other folks.  Blogging keeps an old mind active.

Blogging gives a place to let the creative juices flow.  It allows the muses to come for a visit in a way that gives light to new thoughts.  Besides all that it is just plain fun.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Hokkaido Shrine Festival

Carpe Diem #840 Hokkaido Shrine Festival

There was only one, small church in the farming community where I lived.  Sure the folks could drive the extra 15 minutes to get into to town but why.  Your friends would all be at Sunday School and church.  The pastor was only at the church 2 of every 4 Sundays as it was a circuit church.  The Pastor would be at one of the other two churches that made up the circuit, Chambersville, Weston and Cottage Hill.  

The parsonage was in Weston, a town of about 300 souls.  Daddy wired the parsonage for electricity in the mid 1940's.  That was when REA was bringing electricity to the farming areas of the US.  Improvements were coming at record leaps during that period following the end of WWII.  Muddy lanes impassable during wet seasons were being graded, packed and covered in several inches of gravel.  Ditches were dug to carry the spring rains to the creeks.  

My Grandparents, Parents, two sisters, one aunt and a host of cousins
 are in the 1944 photo.  I was still just a gleam in Dad's eye.  


The country churches still had fair sized attendance in the 1940's.  Seventy five to eighty folks was a common attendance for the Chambersville church.  The prosperous farming community decided to build a new church to replace the old wooden building.  One fund raising idea was a Harvest Festival to be held the night before Thanksgiving.  The women would serve a meal of turkey, dressing, turnips, green beans, mashed potatoes, and all the other trimmings for a Thanksgiving meal.  The men of the community donated anything from a bale of cotton to pigs, cows, a trailer load of corn, whatever could be auctioned following the meal. The funds were raised, the building was build and Daddy helped wire the church.  The labor  was always free, donated as part of giving to the Lord.  

The church still stands.  It was built the year I was born.  The almost 70 years since the first Harvest Festival has seen so many changes.  Decreasing rural populations as more men and women took jobs having a sure weekly pay.  Mechanization removing the need for farmhands had its impact as well. Indoor plumbing was a pleasant addition! 

Still the women of the church and community gathered and made quilts.  Hundreds of homemade quilts were quilted and auctioned during the 70 years.  Single slices of pie auctioned for $25 back when a slice of pie was a quarter. Now Riat's cakes bring $250 because there is still a Harvest Festival.  There is still the traditional meal and auction.  All for the glory of the Lord of the believers.

oh, worshiped ones
reasons for celebrations
giving all great joy
©  Janice Adcock

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mystery!

Carpe Diem Special #175 Cor van den Heuvel's "reading a mystery"

reading a mystery
a cool breeze comes through
the beach roses

© Cor van den Heuvel


through the small holes
in the mailbox
sunlight on the blue stamp

© Cor van den Heuvel

I do enjoy a good mystery, especially for the summer read as we vacation ..

gritty stories
pages fluttering in the breeze
shadow passes near

©  petra domina

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Saturday, October 17, 2015

Kodomo No Hi

Carpe Diem #839 Kodomo No Hi (Children's Day, former Boys Day) 

Inspiration post here. 

three carp, racing
attired in gleaming armor
warrior dreams

©  petra domina

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festival

Carpe Diem #838 Inuyama Festival

Inspiration post here.

three tiered
decorated wagons
lantern lit beauties
glowing for all to see
near the blushing cherry trees
©  petra domina


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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

a little taller

Carpe Diem Special #174 Michael Dylan Welch's "a little taller"


pull of tonight's moon—
the harbor lighthouse
a little taller


© Michael Dylan Welch


Credits: Harvest Moon above the Chicago Harbor Light

late afternoon
shadows creep across the lawn
growing longer

©  petra domina


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senses

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #14 Sense Switching or Synesthesia


the crackling flame
devouring the dry grass
acrid smoky air

© petra domina

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Tuesday, October 13, 2015

A Journey

These days my mind is on a journey.  Between all the contempt in politics, in the world, in radio programs, on TV, in grocery stores, well, just every where my mind is overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed with emotions I do not like.  Emotions full of disbelief in how so many individuals are living fear filled lives.  Fear of someone doing them harm.  Doing one of their loved ones hare.  Doing total strangers harm.  These folks choose to have their homes to be well stocked with defensive weapons.

In reading a recent post by Michael Pusateri, a gun owner, that decided to no longer have guns, I realized something quite disturbing.  The gentleman had taken his hobby guns as he called them to the police to be destroyed.  He felt that was something he could do to stop the 'gun culture'.  This was his heartfelt response to the most recent mass shooting.  The police did their job and the gentleman returned home.  He recorded the experience on Medium.  I felt that had been a good response.

I began reading the responses to his blog in regard his action of having the guns destroyed.  Many kudos were written from folks as far away as Australia.  There seemed to be just as many people opposing his action of eliminating his guns.  All of those responses were from US bloggers.  Michale and other persons choosing to no longer own or have guns were called idiots, naive, irresponsible, etc.  One ex police officer saw  it as irresponsible as it now put the responsibility on police to protect Michael, his family and possessions.  Another response noted the guns should have been given to victims of home invasions and stalkers so they could defend themselves.

Neither my husband's nor my family did much sport shooting as a general practice.  We have one .22 rifle that was a grandfather's and a double barrel shot gun that was my great grandfather's.  They were both used to kill food for the family or the critters common to farm life.  One old BB gun is used against the occasional rodent on the patio.  Does this make me part of a gun culture if I choose not to have them destroyed?  I am struggling with the thought of destroying one of the few items I have connecting me to a past generation.  I see neither of these guns as defensive weapons.  I do not see a need to defend my possessions by doing harm to another person.

I do believe that a commandment of not killing trumps the Second Amendment right to bear arms.  I do believe that no possession is worth taking a life.  I believe that name calling is not helpful in any debate.  Reference Matthew 5:21-48 for background as to why I believe this.  I do not believe that comparing automobile ownership to gun ownership is a relevant argument.  Automobiles are not manufactured for killing.  Tanks are made to kill; guns are made to kill, but not automobiles.  And there is the kitchen knives being outlawed argument.  Again, not made for killing, made for use in food prep and consumption.  The same can be said of steps, ladders, curbs and almost other every day items.  Not designed to kill but certainly do kill in accidents or by persons seeking to harm others.

Some folks want to do harm to others.  Some people want other people's possessions.  Some folks will harm themselves.  I cannot stop this type of behavior in any one.  I can choose to not hate, to not use name calling as an argument.  Yes, I'll keep the guns.  No, they will not be used for killing.  I will keep wrestling with the issue of how can I be a positive influence. It is a journey with no end in sight and no single magic answer.

This writing was inspired by The Spin Cycle hosted by Ginny of Lemon Drop Pie.


Dolls Festival

Carpe Diem #836 Hina Matsuri (Dolls Festival or Girls' Day)


The Halloween carnival in the country school would have different booths.  The booths were fishing or darts or coin toss.  Some years you could pay to bob for apples.  The best dressed doll booth would always bring in 'good money'.  Whatever the booth it was simple as it was the making of the room mothers and the kids.  Funds raised would be used to purchase something for the classroom.  

This country school had been standing for several decades.  Built in the early 1900's it was attended by generation after generation of country kids.  Kids that turned into the fathers and mothers.  Wooden desks with initials of older brothers carved into the tops.  Wooden floors worn smooth by the feet clattering down the long center hall.  No indoor bathrooms and only open heaters for the winter.  Things were simple.

Simple till the Halloween carnival and the best dressed doll booth.  Mom's fashioned special dresses from scraps of the very best material.  Some mothers even bought material just for the outfits!  Voting was simply putting money in the jars next to the dolls.  Money could be collected ahead of time.   Little girls dreamed of hearing their doll's name called ....  

glimmers of hope
a diamond in the rough
unfired clay head

© petra domina


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CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI



Chambersville School, circa 1930's


walking the dog

This past weekend our son asked us to dog set.  We decided to bring the 8 month old 'pup' to our 880 sq. ft. apartment.  With no fenced yard  to let her roam free to do her jobs, we spent some time walking the dog.  Finally something to get me off the sofa and getting some movement in my life.

More than just movement was accomplished during the weekend.  Hubby trained DJ (the female 'pup') to stop at the curb and look both ways.  On command she would then advance.  I noted on one of 'my turn to walk' outings that DJ would void almost on command.  I tried it a second time with the same result.  Noting this to Hubby, he tried the command and sure enough DJ voided almost immediately.  That shortened the walk times!

Saturday evening DJ was sort of excitable.  Knowing how she loves water, I ran a few inches of water into our oversized tub.  A little sudsy soap and it was bath time.  Actually more like run in circles biting at the water time.  What fun that pup had!  We laughed that a few years ago we would put grandsons in tubs of water for them to play and us to rest.  Now it was the grandpup playing while we rested a bit!

On one of my last dog walks was about 8 AM.  The sun was still low.  Window reflections were almost mirror perfect.  As DJ and I walked by the office, ground level windows, she saw her own reflection.  She froze for an instance and then stepped back a few inches.  That is when she noticed my reflection.  She did a double take on our reflections.  Turning her head she looked quizzically at me then back at our reflections once more.  I laughed as she walked away warily looking back to the area where she saw that other old, fat grandma with a dog.

We took DJ back to her home about noon today.  It has been a little too peaceful and quite this afternoon.  And not nearly enough movement this evening.

a dog
running in circles chasing
a leaf

©  Janice 'Adcock

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Monday, October 12, 2015

movement

Carpe Diem Perpetuum Mobile #2 rainbows sparkle (or movement in haiku)

distant flashing skies
churning thunderclouds
blowing in autumn

©  petra domina

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CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI




St. Patrick's Day

Carpe Diem #837 St. Patrick's Day


What?  St. Patty's is a festival in Japan?  Is the world still round?

explorers
searching stars for guidance
new world encountered

©  petra domina

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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Football!

Tonight we sat on the sidelines on stadium seats attached to the metal bleachers.  We were in a section of mixed spectators, folks rooting for different teams.  I had planned to be not my usual loud Grandma voice in respect of the other team.  Do you know how hard that is when your very own grandson recovers a fumble?  Thank goodness, Mr. Smith sitting next to me was okay with my cheering #1 Grandson.

At the end of the game, #1 Grandson was still all smiles.  His team had won.  It no longer mattered that the play following the play where #1 covered a fumble, his team turned the ball over with their own fumble.  He still was tasting the one moment so sweet when he was the hero.  As Gramps and I were walking off the bleachers I caught #1's eyes.  I flashed a thumbs up and he flashed that smile and waved the wave that melts my heart every time.  Yep, the move was worth every bit we did, every drop of sweat, every cherished thing, all the downsizing and even leaving dear friends.  That one, freckled, sweaty young teen proudly smiling and waving to his grandparents.


Go Chisholm Cougars!


lantern festival

Carpe Diem #834 Setsubun Mantoro (Lantern Festival) 

Read post here.




lights of lanterns
pinpoints in the night
orbitor view

petra domina




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Riddle Me This?

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #13 Riddle

 The riddle technique is covered in this post
source:  google

glimpsed
from the corner of the eye
only floaties

in the darkness
thrashing in a spider's web
all hallows fun

pacing ..
in the wee morning hours
black Friday!

©  petra domina

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baseball

Carpe Diem Special #171 Cor van den Heuvel's "baseball"

Baseball season in the US is heading for the season ending playoffs.  My husband's beloved St. Louis Cardinals have won their division this year.  The end of the year was not particularly spectacular with too many losses.  Partly due to injuries, partly just the way it is with the game.  To plagiarize Bert Bell's saying,  on any given day any MLB can beat any other team.  So it is that 'cellar' teams love being spoilers and beat the one on top.

From March until almost November our TV set will be tuned to MLB.  Seldom do we watch anything besides one team.  Though we live currently in Texas, it is the Missouri teams that hold my husband's heart. He fondly remembers his youth sitting with a neighbor and listening to the games on the radio.  A couple of decades later our elderly neighbors would sit on their screened in porch listening to the games on KMOX, the official station of the Cardinals.  The three eighty and ninety somethings would yelp in delight with each score.  Or groan with disgust at a loss...

America's pass time
playing on the school ball field
a solid hit!
over the right fielder's head
falls into the cornfield's dust

©  petra domina

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Sunday, October 4, 2015

ice

Carpe Diem #833 Lake Shikotsu Ice Festival 

Click here for the full post about the Lake Shikotsu Ice Festival.

ice sculptures
frozen beauty -
breathtaking fragility


© Chèvrefeuille

winter rains
frozen cascades on the stone
saturated ground

 ©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

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burning down Mt Wakakusa

Carpe Diem #832 Wakakusa Yamayaki (Burning down Mount Wakakusa)

Well, the folks (monks) doing the burning of Mount Wakakusa did not actually burn down the mountain.  More like the grass at the base of the mountain.  Living in an area of drought makes burning of any sort illegal.  In the drought stricken western states of the US, hundreds of homes have been lost to wildfires.  The image of a burning mountain or a grass fire brings fear to all involved.  One of the bloggers I follow lost a son as he was flying a water 'bomber' in Canada fighting fires this summer.

As a child growing up a farming community fire was a part of wheat harvest rituals.  Once harvested of the ripened wheat, farmers would burn the stubble.  The farmer would choose a still day to set the fire.  Less chance of sparks flying to a nearby crop.  The smoke would rise high before curling slightly as it reached an air current high above the field.

traditions
a tea bag steeped in heat 
crackling fires

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

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my daddy owned ...

Today my husband was channel surfing on our TV.  Not many channels to surf since we have chosen to not subscribe to any type of service.  Have just a flat antenna clipped in a location to receive local channels.  Of course the 'smart tv' has internet access to YouTube and Netflix can fill lots of hours with entertainment.  But I digress.  The local PBS station in Austin provides many hours of musical entertainment.  Hubby paused on one of those shows for a few moments. ".. my daddy owned a hardware store .. " drifted across the room on the waves of Lee Ann Womack's voice.  Smiling to myself these words came to my mind:

my daddy worked on washing machines
most honest repairman you've ever seen
at his funeral a sweet customer told
that Dad knew where all the keys were holed
with honest rates and stories to tell
all who knew him fell under his spell


A flawed but honest man, Daddy died just short of 90 years old.  He did not quit working on 'major' home appliances till just a couple of years before that.  In the last year or two he could not remember how to put things together when he disassembled them.  He became a broken spirit, spending hours on the commode convinced he had soiled himself.  That big, strong man that could move a refrigerator from a wall with one arm while laying on his back was no more.

But the memory remains:
 
my daddy worked on washing machines
most honest repairman you've ever seen


Daddy and me

Daddy being proud of the rails we girls gave him for his 80'th birthday.

Daddy in his back yard spinning yarns for the family.

Friday, October 2, 2015

light of the full moon

Carpe Diem Haiku Experiment #1 an introduction


The host of Carpe Diem Haiku,  Chèvrefeuille, is one energetic and creative fellow.  He gives both single and multiple daily challenge.  Always comes up with new forms to challenge the group.  Chèvrefeuille gives a new form for the group to have some fun doing.
For the full post, click here.

Chèvrefeuille wrote:
"Here is the haiku which I love to share here for this first time Carpe Diem Haiku Experiment:

light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last ... autumn                            © Chèvrefeuille"

cool weather
lusty thoughts return again            ©  petra domina
       

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roar of the midway

Carpe Diem Special #170 Michael Dylan Welch's 1st roar of the midway


For this episode of our CD Special Chèvrefeuille has chosen one of his favorite haiku written/composed by Michael Dylan Welch.

roar of the midway—
the toddler's balloon
rises in moonlight

© Michael Dylan Welch

fragile dewdrops
glisten in the light of the rising sun -
a rooster crows

© Chèvrefeuille

heavy eyelids
startled by balloon's burst
moon-reflecting tears

© petra domina


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Festival of the Great Target

Carpe Diem #831 Ohmato Taikai (Festival of the Great Target)


callow fingers
launching slender missiles
silk scarcely flutters
with studied graceful movements
young girl becomes a woman

©  petra domina





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Thursday, October 1, 2015

new year

Carpe Diem #830 New Year

A new year begins for our haiku family!

yesterday's wind
on New Year’s Eve
still the same

carpe diem haiku kai

a gathering of creative spirits

colorful fireworks

© Chèvrefeuille




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butterflies and birds

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #63 Troiku (reprise)


Here is the haiku ("the sleigh") to use to create the three new haiku ("the horses"):

butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

butterflies and birds
 dance to the webs strummed tune
  celebrating life

restlessly they rise up
  in the whorl of a warm gust
    heading homeward

a cloud of flowers
 coloring the silent sky
  last cocoon opens

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petra domina: the rock lady

autumn colors

Carpe Diem Special #169 Autumn's colors

 


with fiery colors
oh! emblazoned hills
warm the azure sky
© petra domina 2015


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petra domina
the rock lady

chaing reaction

Everyone is watching the lacrosse team play a Saturday late afternoon game.  The grass is green and the breeze is a pleasant addition to the fun.  The guys on the field are locked in serious battle for the little white ball.  Whacking and blocking each other with both bat and body.  Coaches voices carry across the field 'encouraging' these 12, 13 and 14 years old guys to block the goal or make a goal.  Parents chime in with 'suggestions' and praise of good plays.

The park is near a busy rail siding.  One freight train pulls onto the siding to wait for an oncoming what turns out to be a passenger train.  The freight train has slowed to a creep. Finally the crew puts on the brakes.  It is halftime so the field, parents and coaches are speaking in lower tones.  And that is when we heard it, the chaing reaction.  The engine stopped and one could hear each car bumping into the next car,  Ever so slightly a chaing, chaing, chaing sound rippled down the tracks and across the green field.

dogs playfully bark
gently mussed wind blown hair -
butterflies flutter