Carpe Diem Haiku *Basho ”how rare!”*

Our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem today is a haiku, written by Matsuo Basho:

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how rare!
on leaving the mountain
the first eggplant

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The following ones are my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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old oak-tree shade
nurtured in maze of roots
black summer truffle

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double rainbow
arches across stormy sky
time to count blessings

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

As if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin…



Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead. /Joss Whedon/


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There were not many Latvians who lived in Kazakhstan. It didn’t really matter because we were all the Soviet Union, and the Kazakhs were used to gulags on their territory, and sudden influxes of removed people from other parts of the country. There were Russians, Volga Germans, Greeks, Koreans, Crimean Tatars and many other nationalities who were forced to move to the country in the 1940s, yet the Muslim Kazakhs remained a kind and hospitable people.


Carpe Diem Haiku *Shiki “the cuckoo’s cry”*

Today (July 23rd) The Netherlands have a national day of mourning for the casualties of the Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17, shot dow in Ukraine. A haiku, written by Masaoka Shiki, goes along the same tone and spirit, thinking about every innocent life lost in this tragedy:

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in the coolness
of the empty sixth-month sky…
the cuckoo’s cry

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The following one is mine:

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colourless sunset
smoldering ashes of broken wings
hornbill goes silent

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Carpe Diem Haiku *Issa ”O cooling melons!”*

Our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem today is a haiku, written by Kobayashi Issa:

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if anyone comes,
turn into frogs,
o cooling melons!

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The following ones are my attempt not to wander too far away from the mood and spirit of the haiku above:

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trail of cool droplets
rolling down ignited skin
-melon scented ice cubes

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after the storm
bouncing through the flooded field
a watermelon

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


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