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Tuesday, July 3, 2018

contemplation





Carpe Diem #1466 Contemplation



thinking
as the bird builds her nest
twig by twig
©  petra domina

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the blue door

Carpe Diem #1465 The Blue Door



Use your imagination as you look at this blue door.  Now write something.








The Blue Door

two streets over
past the blue door
hidden treasures

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a distant mountain

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #40 Troiku Challenge "a distant mountain"


" ...For this Troiku Challenge I have chosen two haiku by Takahama Kyoshi (1874–1959) to work with. Kyoshi is not a renown haiku poet, but he has written wonderful haiku. (You can find more of his haiku HERE).

a distant mountain
seen in the sunlight:
a desolate field

a leaf of a paulownia tree
has fallen
in the sunlight

© Takahama Kyoshi (Tr. Katsuya Hiromoto)

Two nice haiku. Not easy to work with I think, but ... I think you can do it. Create a "fusion"-haiku from these two haiku and than create a Troiku with your "fusion"-haiku...."



a small leaf
held against the sunlight
distant mountain view

a small leaf
   gently drifts across the 
         the sunrise


against the sunlight
    Orion moves unseen
          sky hunter


distant mountain
    viewed from the desolate plane
          gave hope
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Friday, June 29, 2018

wind in the verdure

Carpe Diem #1464 wind in the verdure (aoarashi)


While most of the farmers in the community of my childhood grew cotton, other crops were grown, too.  A field of milo was usually planted by Tommy Thompson across the road north of our house.  The field east of our house was usually corn planted by Tommy's brother, Floyd.  Another brother lived west of our place about a kilometer.  His name was Buford but he raised more sheep than crops.  The road's name was and is Thompson Lane.

half grown corn
winds tickling each long leaf
chasing a dog

©  petra domina

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Looking northeast from our front porch.  Both fields are beyond the trees.





logged tree

Carpe Diem's Renga Challenge #2 logged tree


Here the six (6) haiku to use to use to complete the renga challenge were written by © Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold).

Logged Tree (I couldn't retrieve the owner of this image. If you know the owner or are the owner of this image
please let me know)

the blue sea
in waves smelling of saké
tonight's full moon 

© Basho

silhouetting the fishermen
lowering their sails

©  petra domina



rainy season
sea glow lights held up
by the night watchman

© Basho

slightly swaying the light
with his rain soaked arm 

©  petra domina



early summer rain
the green of a rock cypress
lasting how long 

© Basho

harvesting hydrangea leaves
  ama-cha for kan-butsu-e

©  petra domina



still alive
under the slightness of my hat
enjoying the coolness

© Basho

sultry air heavy with the
racket of cicadas

©  petra domina



on a bare branch
a crow settled down
autumn evening 

© Basho

first of chestnuts
clattered to the forest floor

©  petra domina



logged tree
see the larger cut end is
a harvest moon

© Basho

nightwatchman sits with
a cup of warm sake

©  petra domina


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Thursday, June 28, 2018

old bush warbler

Carpe Diem #1463 old bush warbler (oiuguisu)


bush warbler
skips across the patio
serenading me

©  petra domina

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Little Yellow Warbler



thin clothes

Carpe Diem #1462 thin clothes (usumono)


Growing up on a cotton farm in Texas summers were hot and long.  Crops were tended by hand in those days.  Weeds were hoed from the rows of plants.  Later in the season the cotton fibers would be pulled by hand, one boll at a time.  The black sandy loam soil would become hot to the touch adding to the heat.  My parents, sisters and neighbors would work together in the fields.  At times they would chat back and forth.  Sister would flirt with the neighbor boy.  Someone would tell a joke just to break the drudgery.  A truck waited at the end of the field under a shade tree if there was one.  There would sit a big, galvanized can of water with a solid chunk of ice.  The ice might last till noon.  The workers all wore hats or bonnets, long pants and long sleeved shirts to avoid sunburns.

snow white field
glistening in the summer sun
thinly clad vixen

©  petra domina

Jack Johnson and my Daddy.  They were not in work clothes.
These were the casual dress khakis, not church clothes.
And, yes, they all wore hats in 1950.


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