South Padre Island

South Padre Island

Saturday, August 27, 2016

pleasure

Carpe Diem #1037 pleasure

[...] "There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 
there is rapture in the lonely shore, 
there is society where none intrudes, 
by the deep sea, and music in its roar; 
I love not Man the less, 
but Nature more." 
[...] Lord Byron

bird calling
from the spreading live oak tree
come sing with me

the rock speaks
in a deep, gravelly voice
water bubbles back
rippling harmonious sound
but one of nature's grand tunes

listen
the angle of geese
calling winter

languid clouds 
sprinkle the earth
with joy

©  petra domina

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Friday, August 26, 2016

mountain

Carpe Diem #1036 mountain

[...] "Over every mountain there is a path, 
although it may not be seen from the valley. " [...] 
Theodore Roethke

the sleepy hills
back lite by course urban lights
beastly beauty

©  petra domina

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

colors of the spirit

Carpe Diem #1035 the colors of the spirit

[...] "Nature always wears the colors of the spirit." [...] 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

delicate beauty
tasting the Valerian nectar
flash of yellow

©  petra domina

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raindrops

Carpe Diem #1034 let the rain kiss you


[...] "Let the rain kiss you. 
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. 
Let the rain sing you a lullaby." [...] 
Langston Hughes

Day after day the sun beat down on the earth drying the crust like a brick in an oven ..
raindrop kisses
warm lips caressing her neck
hardened heart melts

©  petra domina



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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

the cold night

Carpe Diem #1033 the cold night


[...] "These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms." [...] 
Pedro Calderon de la Barca.

'Sleeping in the cold night's arms' brought to mind a night spent in a tent outside Glacier National Park.  The tent was not made for cold weather.  Nor was it made to withstand a battering of wind.  It was a most unpleasant night for the two not so young campers.  When checking out the KOA store we mentioned our tent.  The clerk's look and response, "oh, you're thooose tent people.  Surprised your tent is still standing" helped us decide on a couple of additional purchases.  The second night was much better.

daybreak
night's icy breath subsides
pansies smile

©  petra domina

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Monday, August 22, 2016

heaven

Carpe Diem #1032 pieces of heaven


[...] "On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it." [...] 
Jules Renard (1864-1910)

rainy night walk
wet sidewalk glistens
toad says hi

©  petra domina

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Sunday, August 21, 2016

in the present

Carpe Diem #1031 live in the present


[...] "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, 
concentrate the mind on the present moment." [...] 
Buddha

with a kiss
sunset on mountain peak
gilded climax

©  petra domina

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

felt with the heart

Carpe Diem #1029 Felt With The Heart

[...] "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." [...] Hellen Keller

Asian lilies bloomed
scents rode the evening breeze
garden of my heart

©  petra domina

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path

Carpe Diem #1030 path


[...] "Ah…and then there’s the path, always the path, there, to concentrate on.. " [...] Hamish Managua Gunn

so brief
the unknown path
once traveled 

©  petra domina

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Friday, August 19, 2016

sadness

Carpe Diem #1028 sadness

[...] "Sadness is but a wall between two gardens." [...] Khalil Gibran

blooming cactus
petals blow across the wall
unwanted clutter

©  petra domina

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movement

Carpe Diem #1027 movement

[...] "Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating." [...] Chèvrefeuille, your host

refreshing rain falls
the stale summer air
washed clean

©  petra domina

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

smile

Carpe Diem #1026 Smile

[...] "Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is 
the beginning of love." [...] Mother Teresa

Mom smiling as she holds her
youngest great-grandson, Oct. 2014.

My mom was one of those women who always had a joke to share.  When people outside the family comment on my parents they never fail to mention what fun they were.  "Always a smile and so welcoming" was a common comment.  Both parents were what we call here in the southern US cutups. There are lots worse things that could be left as a legacy in this world than to known as a couple of cutups.  Though Oldest and Middle Grandsons never knew my folks, they have the same bright, welcoming smile.  Even in Mom's last few weeks she was still telling jokes to the nurses and doctors.

those painted lips
curled around 
stained teeth
©  petra domina

Mom barely smiling.  She had lost the sight in her
right eye three weeks before this photo.  Then
she fell, braking her wrist 17 days later.  And
she still tried to keep smiling.  She was 96.  She
passed away 34 days later, Jan. 28, 2015.

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Monday, August 15, 2016

beauty


Carpe Diem #1025 beauty



[..] "Let the beauty of what you love be what you do." [..]  
Rumi

What do I love?  My husband, son and his girlfriend, the five grandkids, sisters and the list goes on to include other family members.  Then there all the friends from childhood until today. Spending time with these people holds a beauty all its own.  The curl of lips in reaction to a joke.  The twinkle in the eyes when the favorite cinnamon rolls are uncovered.  The ease of just sitting together remembering adventures or having new ones.  New friends developed throughout the world through travel across the www.  But how does one 'do' people?

listening
familiar footfalls
on the porch
old swing creaks in time
with each tale retold 

©  petra domina

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crickets

Carpe Diem #1024 success


[...] "Put your heart, mind, and soul into even your smallest acts. 
This is the secret of success." [...] Swami Sivananda

jumping
cricket chirps hello
puppy gives chase

©  petra domina

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Sunday, August 14, 2016

In Tribute

Carpe Diem Special Tribute In Memoriam Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)


milk sky
the unbearable heaviness
of things unspoken
before the sandpiper
calls to the sea

Paloma

emerging
from the blue depths
a familiar voice
floats across the swells
finding new souls to touch

petra domina

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Saturday, August 13, 2016

sparrow

Carpe Diem #1023 A Sparrow


[...] "Last evening I was looking out from my balcony and saw a sparrow perch on a branch. All of a sudden, with a quick jerk, she ruffles her feathers and spreads out her wings – her bodyline on an upward curve, about to take off." [...] Kala Ramesh

instantly
the skies open up to 
thunderous applause

©  petra domina
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night

Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 7 Jane's last haiku


- - - - inspirational post from © Chèvrefeuille - - - -

"Maybe you know that a lot of haiku poets wrote their Jisei and Werner shared Jane's last haiku with me through the mail. This was Jane's last haiku, her Jisei:

with the moon
night too disappears
into the ocean

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

Share your memories and your haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form about Jane Reichhold with us all. Please remember Jane in your heart and let her spirit inspire you.

morning dew
evaporates at sunrise
a skylark's song

© Chèvrefeuille"

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Jane Reichhold was a photo, a name and an inspiration.  Unlike many in the group, I neither wrote nor spoke personally with Ms. Reichhold.  Her responses to others questions were read and digested.  Only recently have I begun reading some of her books on haiku.  A legacy of learning and teaching is left behind for her followers.

into the night
sounds of gentle footsteps
echo on the path

©  petra domina

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Friday, August 12, 2016

dreams

Carpe Diem #1022 dreams


[...] "I know I am a dreamer … but I belief strongly, that love will conquer all evil … and as Spring is here again than I only can say: Yes love has conquered again!!" [...] Chèvrefeuille

Pretty sure that most of the CDHK group are too young to remember Cass Elliot, aka Mama Cass.  The Mamas and the Papas were one of my favorites at a late teen living on my own.  Living in an apartment with another young woman, we would turn the stereo probably entirely too loud.  Then we two roommates would rock out to the various songs spinning off the vinyl Mamas and Papas album.

We roomies were young with our lives ahead of us.  We would speak of the dreams for our lives.  Nothing grand, just meeting the right guy or being able to buy a Mustang convertible like Carol's sister had.  Getting better jobs or finishing college.  As fate would have it I opened the apartment door one August night in 1966 and there was The Dream.  Tall, handsome and he had a brand new 1966 mustang hardtop.  Close enough for this dreamer.

The Dream and I married in June of 1967.  The Mamas and Papas group broke up in 1968.  That same year Cass Elliot recorded Dream a Little Dream of Me.  In July, 1974, Cass Elliot died of a heart attack in her sleep at the end of a two week successful run at the London Palladium.  The strains of the songs she sang still live in my mind.  I still have that same Mamas and Papas vinyl album.  And the Dream is waiting for me to join him in our bed.

cupid wings
stirring the dense summer air
loves refrain

©  petra domina


 
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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

rainbow

Carpe Diem # 1020 rainbow






[…]“Try to be 
a rainbow in 
someone's 
cloud.”[…] 
  Maya Angelou 
(1928-2014)

The first time I heard any of Ms. Angelou's poetry was at the inauguration of President Bill Clinton in 1993.  Ms. Angelou had been raised on and off by her grandmother in Stamps, Arkansas, President Clinton's home state.  It was not just Ms. Angelou's words but, also, her voice as she recited her works that would completely engulf me.  Her work and voice continue to resonate.

hummingbird's flight
invisible wings give lift
in the storm
©  petra domina

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a still young heart

Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 4 Tanka Splendor


how fortunate
are withered flowers
in old age
not to feel the pain
of a still-young heart

© Jane Reichhold


spring planting joy
farmer dreams of harvest
fill depleated stores
across abandoned fields
his gaping grave awaits

©  petra domina

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compassion

Carpe Diem #1019 compassion


[...] "Our human compassion binds us the one to the other - not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future." [...] Nelson Mandela

And this is Chèvrefeuille's haiku inspired on this quote:

swans couple
cherish their youngsters
bright new day

© Chèvrefeuille

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hearts beat
rhythm of humanity
universal breath
©  petra domina


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Monday, August 8, 2016

temple bell

Carpe Diem #1018 Temple bell


[...] "The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers." [...]  Matsuo Basho

cicada songs
window screens filter
thick summer nights

© petra domina
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dove call

Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 3 The knowledge of Jane


in bleakness
behind drawn curtains
dove coos
from the shade tree
fly, fly, fly . .

© petra domina

Well, that has been rewritten about 15 times.  Words can be changed so it is not solid.  What do you think?  What feeling, vision, taste, etc came to mind as you read the tanka?  I am looking to my Kai to help me improve.  Thanks to each of you.  Sending good thoughts into the universe for sweet Jane who shared so freely.


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Sunday, August 7, 2016

one dimension

Carpe Diem #1017 true secret


of late the words are not round and full of verve
they lie on the sheet begging for breath
lacking depth or lungs or heart

is this a state of mind or just a temporary valley
how to regain the passion in the print
maybe a matter of just once again observing the world

for just typing about a scene does not bring a soul
the emotion of the moment needs be be painted
into the fabric of the page, letters with bleeding edges

edges no longer sharp and distinct but muddled
with the glowing layers of beings
moving through existence

laughing, loving, hating, crying, drinking and eating
pulsating with passion and vitality
even as we mourn the dying

there shall again be two and three dimensions
words that pull the reader into the moment
into that life ... on the page ...  once again ...

© petra domina 2016

in the pond
but a murky reflection
the old frog 

© petra domina 2016

- - - - - - - - - - -
[...] "The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life." [...]  William Morris


a small beetle
crawls away under a potsherd
the cool shadow

© Chèvrefeuille

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cranes

Carpe Diem Theme Week (6) 2 Utabukuro Jane Reichhold

Inspiration post:

"Here is one of my (our host, Chèvrefeuille) favorite haiku written by Jane:

raising his foot
a crane scatters stars
sunk in the pond

© Jane Reichhold


Cranes
The Crane stands for 1000 years or an eternity and I think this is very suitable for this tribute for Jane Reichhold. The Queen of Haiku will be remembered for an eternity ... for ever.

And with my (Chèvrefeuille) haiku I love to share my thoughts on that eternity:

thousand thoughts a day
while writing haiku for the world -
the cries of a White Cranes

© Chèvrefeuille

Jane Reichhold Rest In Peace I will cherish your friendship and love forever. "

cranes stand
gazing into the night sky
endless stars twinkle
©  petra domina


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mountains rise

Carpe Diem #1016 picturing the haiku



[...] "One of the most important actions a reader takes is picturing the haiku images in his or her mind." [...] Jane Reichhold




mountains rise
from the valley's floor
eagle flies
wingtip stroking
the dawning day

janice adcock

Be the eagle......



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moving into the sun

Carpe Diem Extra August 6th 2016 first tribute Theme Week Jane Reichhold,


Losing a person for whom you have great affection and love is challenging for those left here on earth.  When that same person has chosen to take their life it seems to make the pain even greater.  Parents and friends will often experience guilt.  The guilt will be accompanied by self doubts and second guessing of how the relationship was handled. Could one have been more caring?  More attentive?  What could have been done to change what happened?

The experience of watching and supporting a mother as she sees her lifeless child is infused in one's mind . . forever.  The blood splatters on the walls of the room where doctors and nurses worked in vain to save the life.  The one foot dangling out from under the sheet as the mother hugs the lifeless remains.  Spending the night calling relatives including the father who is in another state on a business trip.  Making sure before the call he is not alone to bear the news.

Jane Reichhold's sudden death jerked a group of poets into the reality of life and death. A woman who shared her knowledge so freely with the CDHK group.  A poet of the highest caliber that kindly answered our novice questions.  Never once was she condescending, only encouraging and helpful.  Some in the group developed very close relationships with Ms. Reichhold.  As they write their tributes, the pain is palpable.  For others it is simply a shared pain with CDHK family members.  Leaning on each other through the grief and pain.  Recalling the joy of having known Jane Reichhold through her poetry.

from Jane Reichhold's Bare Bones School of Haiku:

moving into the sun
the pony takes with him
some mountain shadow

Jane Reichhold

hearts torn asunder
searching the breach
lost puzzle piece

janice adcock


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Friday, August 5, 2016

the cold

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #109


before the spring equinox;
the cold will last
only a night or two more              © Yasomura Rotsu

mouse runs as monk lifts one
last log from the wood pile          ©  petra domina

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streaming water

Carpe Diem #1015 streaming water


[...] "One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others." [...] Lao Tzu



beneath the shower
warm water bringing peace
streaming joy

©  petra domina

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Thursday, August 4, 2016

dawn

Carpe Diem #1014 dawn


[...] "Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark." [...] 
Rabindranath Tagore

Near our home is a stack of flyover bridges connecting two major highways.  When travelling on any of the series of bridges one feels only the movement of the vehicle.  Unfortunately that particular series of intersections is a notorious bottleneck.  Frequently, one will find yourself creeping across the long spans.  As vehicles pass under the bridges a slight vibration can be felt.  This vibration is common on all the overpass bridges ... I find it very unnerving.  And yet tomorrow I will climb in my car and drive over bridge after bridge after overpass....

into the blackness
without aid of sight
the bat flies

©  petra domina

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