Thought Prints

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 Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI   Looking northeast from our front porch.  Both fields are beyond the trees.

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 ...

Carpe Diem #1463 old bush warbler (oiuguisu) bush warbler skips across the patio serenading me ©    petra domina Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI   Little Yellow Warbler

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 ©    pet...

Carpe Diem #1461 waterfall (taki) In this world there are so many different waterfalls.  The almost quiet waterfalls of a gentle brook.  The thunderous ones such as Victoria Falls or Niagara Falls.  My old garden had a small waterfall we had made.  Each and every waterfall with its own voice. cool mist nourishes delicate ferns a waterfall sings ©    petra domina Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI    

Carpe Diem #1460 heat at zenith (hizakari) searing sunrays perspiration covered brow pushing to freedom horrified screams punctuating lost dreams ©    petra domina Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI  

Carpe Diem Crossroads #12 young birds are raised Our most gracious host for this group has given to us another challenge. "... The task is to create a so called "fusion"-haiku from the given haiku. With that task you create a symbiosis between the two haiku."  This is going to be extra challenging for me as just yesterday a young mockingbird was learning to fly.  It landed in our large container garden.  It seemed lost.  I moved to close to it and away it awkwardly flew.  The young wings were carrying it only a meter or two with each attempt.  If was, however, quickly into the road.  Before I could rise and get to the bird a car passed over it.  Fortunately no wheel made contact.  Four or five more attempts had the bird across the street and to safety.  Within minutes it had moved out of sight completely. fountain trickles hedge branches conceal the young white tipped wings falter ©    petra domina Her...