South Padre Island

South Padre Island

Monday, February 29, 2016

Wind Bag

Carpe Diem #929 wind bag


My MIL was a wise woman.  She was quite, conservative and yet liberal.  She saved the lint from her dryer and rolled into balls.  At the end of a month she would figure what each dryer load cost from the extra electric usage.  When asked about the Supreme Court's ruling on abortions being a choice, she approved, to my utter surprise.  Mom A. had a standard by which she judged folks.  Quite folks were nice, talkative folks were windy, accented with a bit of a frown.

silence heals
scars on earth's skin
nature reclaims

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Sunday, February 28, 2016

ESP and Common Sense

Carpe Diem #928 Extra-Sensory Perception (and Common Sense)


That terrifying dream.  The curve and train trestle underpass along Hwy 5.  Riding in a crowded pickup cab.  The train whistle and an engine bearing down on us.  Startled awake.  Several times the dream occurred.  The fifteen year old was bewildered and frightened at the same time.  Then the call came.  Daddy's cousin and 3 men had been struck by a train at that very crossing.  The dream was never dreamed again.

ethereal warnings
ensnared on dream catcher
cosmic web

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Saturday, February 27, 2016

Synesthesia

Carpe Diem #927 Synesthesia


breathing deeply
flower petals engulf pain
 mind smells roses

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


teaser

Carpe Diem Special #199 Hamish's 5th a teaser


We had been on the road for almost three weeks.  The open beauty of the High and Great Plains had been replaced with the rough and tumbled Rocky Mountain ranges of North America.  Glaciers were seen from both sides of the tan Jeep.  Deer, elk, bear, mountain goats, moose and mountain sheep greeted our curious eyes. The untamed magnificence was embellished with the aqua ribbons of waters with names like Athabasca and Bow Rivers.

European immigrants spilled into these areas over the last couple of centuries.  Trappers then trains then tourists would try to tame these vast landscapes.  To some degrees there was success often to the detriment of first nations and the land itself.  And here we sat, two more tourists.  We wanted to see the view of Lake Louise from an observation point a several hundred feet above the lake.  There was a trail of sorts.  The climb was a challenge. The view was breathtaking.  A memory that remains colored with the scent of evergreens and damp air.


simple stairway
gnarly roots and mossy rocks
postcard views
evergreen sentinels stand
holding back human assault

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Friday, February 26, 2016

nature

Carpe Diem #926 Nature



Nature for so many is the visual world that surrounds us.  The forests, flowers, skies, deserts, mountains, streams, etc.  Not all of nature is visible.   Colors are actually frequencies of light waves.  A leaf will absorb all frequencies except green which it reflects and that is what we see.  The smells of nature are molecules carried on air currents.  Kinetic energy plays a part in being able to smell dinner cooking or burning.  Being the wife of an amateur radio operator opens up another rhelm of nature's invisible world.

sun spots
crackling radios
natural connections

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

love

Carpe Diem #925 Love


lusty moments
simmered slowly through the years
satisfying embrace

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock



Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

humour

Carpe Diem #924 humour (reprise)



The family motto was, "We laugh to keep from crying."  Laughter could be heard during 'family visitation', a tradition that is part of the grief and burial rituals in parts of the US.  Not ever really class clown type folks just folks that could take any situation and see the humor (humour).  Dad accidentally called a quick stop store to ask if they were the undertakers handling a deceased friend's remains.  Dad asked, "Do you have Bill Morgan's body?"  The owner did not understand and yelled to see if Bill Morgan was in the store.  A couple more exchanges occurred before Dad realized he had not called an undertaker.  Oops.

Later in regard the same deceased friend, he and Mom were to take the late night shift of 'sitting with the body', a ritual of unknown origins.  Dressed to the nines in suits and Mom in heels they prepared to leave our home.  Dad backs the car out of the garage.  Mom closes the door and turns to walk to the car only to suddenly disappear into the 2 AM darkness.  Dad thought he saw an image flash past the passenger window and hear a screeching noise.  Seems the drizzle on a cold, slanted driveway made for an icy surface.  .

Dad yelled for her to sit still and he would come to help.  Mom's retort, "You are crazy if you think I am laying on this cold ice till you get here!".  She managed to get into the passenger seat.  They backed out of the drive.  The car lights showed Mom's spike heels had left little wavy lines on the icy driveway's surface.

Most folks would consider these type of errors and accidents without a thread of humor.  Some would be embarrassed.  Certainly many stories would never be shared by most because of appearing less than perfect.  But Creation gave this family a special gift, humor.  A gift that drew people from all walks of life to them for one simple reason, they were fun.

a weary world
tears of humanity flow
seeking a clown

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Monday, February 22, 2016

balance

Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 7: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 6 balance isn't always necessary


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Welcome at the last episode of our first Carpe Diem Theme Week in which we explored The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche. We discovered that life and dead belong to each other and that we can learn from dead how to be in our life. In this last episode we learn that balance isn't always necessary.

Introduction

This month our regular prompts are all about senses and in one of the first (regular) episodes of this month Hamish asked us to look at "equilibrium / balance" and I think this introduction I already have written, so I will quote myself here:

[...] "Balance ... it has not only to do with movement, but I think it also has to do with "inner balance". You have to be "in balance" mentally to stay focused on the things you have to do in your life.
in the light of dawn
sunflowers reach to the blue sky
praising their Creator

© Chèvrefeuille

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Four weeks ago today a knee replacement was made.  Walking is no longer painful.  It is becoming more natural to rise from chairs and do simple tasks.  Physical therapy is now moving toward strength and balance.
How long can you stand on one foot with the other foot raised in front, to the side or to the back?  It can be as much a mental challenge as physical challenge to regain balance....

the cat jumps
weight shifts
sideways

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


desire

Carpe Diem #923 desire


Retirement dreams meant two things, time with grandchildren and travel.  Through a generous cosmos the experience became ...
called
into the distant
unknown

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


The Teacher isn't holy too

Carpe Diem Theme Week 1 episode 6: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 5 The Teacher isn't holy too




just one leaf
struggles with the wind
like Basho


© Chèvrefeuille

Introduction

"Some of you have called me "Master" or "Sensei", I feel honored that you see me as your master, but I am just a humble guy, who happens to love haiku and is (damn) good in writing them. I am grateful for the love and kindness you sprinkle on me and have sprinkled on me during our existence, but I am still that guy who launched a daily haiku meme to promote his love for haiku ... I am just your humble host.

That's what I love to say to you too: "Look around in your world, experience the beauty of nature and be creative in your own way. I am only your "living manual"." .... Chèvrefeuille

I bow my head
in front of Basho's statue
whispering "thank you"

© Chèvrefeuille

life path
trod by the best of beings
unseen rock
trips but
still walks

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Sunday, February 21, 2016

petal lanterns

Carpe Diem Special #198 Hamish Gunn's 4th Petal lanterns



Inspiration:

petal lanterns —
a waterfall of flowers
her lips touch mine

© Hamish

A very nice (delicate) haiku by Hamish to inspire you to write a haiku or tanka trying to catch the spirit of the haiku by Hamish.

Here is the host's attempt:

her sweet perfume
overwhelms my senses
Honeysuckle blooms
© Chèvrefeuille


rosebud lips
trumpet the notes of love
whiff of petals

©  Janice 'petra domina' Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Thought Prints

Hi, friends and welcome to the new blog for haiku and other forms of poetry writing.  As I was attempting to come up with a name for this blog my Dad's love of one poem he learned in his youth came to mind.  Daddy would frequently quote these two verses of Longfellow's A Psalm of Life:

  Lives of great men all remind us
        We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
        Footprints on the sands of time ; 

    Footprints, that perhaps another,
        Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
        Seeing, shall take heart again.

Daddy was generous to a fault.  His laugh could fill a room.  Daddy's wit was known by all.  His brute strength gave him forearms like Popeye.  Never a man of wealth by world standards, he, never the less, left footprints on peoples hearts.  I can only hope that any verse shared on this new site may leave a print or two of use to those that visit.

love's legacy
imprinted on souls
forever

©  petra domina