Thought Prints

Carpe Diem #1080 fountain pen was it fountain pen splashing the black stains on butterfly' s wings  © Ese (a.k.a. Noor) meditating monk  releases his realization  characters appear   one by one they form  a koan of love  © Chèvrefeuille - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  black reservoir awaits the release writers block ©    petra domina   Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on  CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #91 Ese's Voice, our "runner-up" of the "prayers" kukai Partial inspiration post from Chèvrefeuille: silent steps - one more candle illuminates the old chapel © Ese Ese is a long time participant in Carpe Diem Haiku Kai and in an earlier kukai she was the winner and became the featured haiku poetess of November 2015. ...... Ese is a very gifted haiku poetess and she publishes mostly on Twitter and Tumblr. And she created really wonderful haiku: how softly it brushes against the bare backs of mountains a wandering cloud © Ese - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on  CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 12th: "snowdrift" by Ese Today's hokku is written by one of the wonderfully talented of our Kai, Ese. deep in snowdrift I wrap my arms around tree  last dance before spring  © Ese  movement of swaying bodies warmth brings rising sap ©   Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Oooooo, do I remember slow dancing to this beauty! Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on  CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI

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 ...