South Padre Island

South Padre Island

Friday, March 31, 2017

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

broken heart

Carpe Diem @1181 broken heart

in misery
he lives remembering
the rose petal path
she walked in white illusion
if only love had been there

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI






departure

Carpe Diem #1180 departure

empty shoes
sitting in the closet floor
bring memories of your love
of the years together
in the journey of our lives
the look in your eyes
at the moment of departure
into a new life
elsewhere

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

arise

Carpe Diem #1179 Arise

beneath the ashes
a single feather remains
is the feather the past?
is the feather the future?
a gentle breeze passes by and
to the ashes says, "arise"

©  petra domina


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Korean poem

Carpe Diem Universal Jane #13 

Sijo the Korean poem

"Elizabeth St Jacques, a leader in the sijo movement, offers good advice: never lose sight of the three characteristics that make sijo unique:basic structure, musical/rhythmic elements, and the twist."

You ask how many friends I have? Water and stone, bamboo and pine.
The moon rising over the eastern hill is a joyful comrade.
Besides these five companions, what other pleasure should I ask?


© Yon Son-do (1587-1671)

Let me ask you, butterfly, do you remember your cocoon?
Perhaps you recall spinning thread, a caterpillar's ungainly crawl?
If we can jog your memory, maybe there is hope for me.

© Jane Reichhold

In the midst of the storm the tree's new leaves struggle to hold tight.
The nest of twigs is newly built.  A robin begs for limbs protection.
Green fingers pointing the direction, wind roars past in false pursuit.

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

knowledge

Carpe Diem #1178 Theme Week Hafiz (4) knowledge



secerts
held in sand
alchemy
 over time within a single chip
a world of knowledge is held
  
©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Hint:  think of the second most common element on earth and one of its uses.

morning breeze

Carpe Diem #1177 Theme Week Hafiz (3) morning breeze

 
Following brunch the kitchen was being cleaned.  Glancing out the patio door a wonderful delight greeted her.  

breezy, cloudless sky
sunshine on the cardinal's comb
purest morning light

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


lover


from the bare branch
comes the cherry blossom bud

the child emerging from
mother's watery womb

the first gasps of breath
unfolding under watchful eyes

seeking the full light and joy
of The Mother's love and familiar voice

swaying the in the morning breeze
sakura petals open in praise

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

Sunday, March 19, 2017

potted plant

Carpe Diem #1175 Theme Week Hafiz (1) potted plant

The feel of soil as the hand tool digs deeper is a release.  The tiny shells, sand and rocks along with the humus begin to break apart and loosen.  Turning the components of the soil brings a much needed breath of oxygen to the suffocating layers.  Add the bag of potting soil to further enrich the mixture. Holes are made and sprinkled with water.  The bedding plants are removed from the plastic containers.  Each is placed gingerly into the waiting holes.  Soil tamped around each infant plant and one more shower of water to finish off the planting.  A few of the plants are placed in pots.  Shape, texture and aroma help decide where each is placed.  The end of the planting brings a feeling of being one with nature. 

freshly turned soil
birds rush to upturned treasures
purple finch feasts

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

self consciousness

Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness


Oneness with everything.  Goodness that is an ideal that seems almost unattainable.  Then I think about the words 'self consciousness'.  I have most of my life been self conscious in a condemning way.  I'm:  fat, uncaring, mean, quick to anger, ugly and that crooked nose.  That is not the same as the first definition of conscious:  aware of and responding to one's surroundings; awake.   

To become aware and respond to all that stuff that is out there.  Within this awareness we could then be led to self awareness (the good kind) and become one with the universe.  One with all before and all that follows.  One with each person that reads this.  It feels so challenging until I realize one small thing, we share our humanity.  We have common experiences.  It hit me.  The naked dream.  What better place to start looking for our connections than when all is just right there.  No place to hid a thing.  

nests
featherless hatchlings
bird songs
riding the fresh spring breeze
with the migrating geese

spirits
nakedly frolicking 
to bird songs
a gentle spring breeze
blending the souls of all

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

silence


snowflakes
settle on the mountainside
in silence
flake on flake lie quietly
then the avalanche begins

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI














filtered light

filtered light


filtered through spring clouds
sun rays kiss the young rice plants
seeded by the stars

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI











leaving

Carpe Diem #1173 

leaving


a bug flies
bird teased into a chase
feather left behind

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI











Sunday, March 12, 2017

rising gold

Carpe Diem #1171 

wounded heart



weight of the world
atlas struggles to explain
how, why?
the rivers will flow in filth
as gold rises to the top

teachers speak
to pupils without ears
how, why?
the rivers will flow in filth
as gold rises to the top

universal
good life for all again
how, why?
the rivers will flow in filth
as gold rises to the top

approaching cloud
four horsemen ride a baboon
how, why?
the rivers will flow in filth
as gold rises to the top

©  petra domina


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


tree views

Carpe Diem Universal Jane #12 mountain view

awash in the worlds troubles the tree
waits naked through the cold of the year

approaching spring brings new growth that
laden with green weight the limbs of a tree

we humans were not designed to shed and 
renew ourselves with new growth like trees

in the mirrored lake does a tree see 
the unforgivable wrinkles of its age?

Oh, to be a tree with no wrinkles nor loss
of strength as the rings of age mount up on me!

©  petra domina


[ ... "The ghazal is composed of a minimum of five couplets—and typically no more than fifteen—that are structurally, thematically, and emotionally autonomous. Each line of the poem must be of the same length, though meter is not imposed in English. The first couplet introduces a scheme, made up of a rhyme followed by a refrain. Subsequent couplets pick up the same scheme in the second line only, repeating the refrain and rhyming the second line with both lines of the first stanza. The final couplet usually includes the poet’s signature, referring to the author in the first or third person, and frequently including the poet’s own name or a derivation of its meaning.
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians. ..."]

Well, I did not follow the rules.  I did share a thought that the tree across the street has caused to roll around in my brain.  Greening up the old grey matter!

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Thursday, March 9, 2017

fountain

Carpe Diem #1170 

fountain


Growing up in the southern USA in the 1940's and 1950's water fountains were marked  . . .

whites only 
colorless liquid
segregated

©  petra domina


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI



Wednesday, March 8, 2017

humble bottom

Carpe Diem #1169 humble



humble
bumblebee
flits around
his pollen covered
bottom

smiling
blossoms welcome
yellow dusting
from that humble
pollen covered bottom

blue eyes
peaking o'er 
freckled nose
reaches for the ripened peach
falls flat upon his bottom

©  petra domina


Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


humble


Carpe Diem #1169 

humble



earthworms
aerifying
wrigglers
creators humble
humus makers


©  petra domina



Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI






Monday, March 6, 2017

existentialism and flutes




Carpe Diem #1168 

flute

breath
of a lion
fluttering
butterflies
and flags

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


dancing

The Dancer

within music
is the movement 
of seduction
seen through the veil
of excitement

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI






Thursday, March 2, 2017

earth

Carpe Diem Namasté, the Spiritual Way #4 keepers of the earth


earth
the soul of all life
under my nails
I will return some day
to nurture others

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

night flowers




Nightflower


. . . [ This month we will explore the beauty of Persian poetry and especially the poetry by the renown poets Rumi, Hafez (or Hafiz) and Saadi. Yesterday we started with two beautiful poems by Rumi, one of them the name-giver of this month "praise to the emptiness". ] . . .  Chèvrefeuille

vastness
stars in the night sky
glowing flowers

©  petra domina

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI