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without papyrus
still writing my letter to you
in sun scorched sand
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Category: Musical Breaks
Carpe Diem Special *Kala Ramesh’s “morning prayers”*
Our inspiration on Carpe Diem Special this week is a haiku, written by a an Indian poetess, musician and artist Kala Ramesh:
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morning prayers
the rising sun between
my hands
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Here’ s my attempt not to wander too far away from the same mood and spirit:
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in the darkest hour
wishing upon the morning star
just like years ago
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PS: “Prayer” by Bi-2
“Quiet…souls on the roof are slowly breathing before the jump…”
Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars *James A. Emanuel (1921-2013) “jazz-haiku”*
This week the source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars is an American poet James A. Emanuel and his four haiku, written about Mahalia Jackson:
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« I sing the LORD’S songs »
(psalms once tough to stay alive,
alarm clock on five).
Cinnamon cheeks, Lord,
cornbread smile. SONGS feed your ribs
when you’re hungry, chile.
Washboard certainties,
soldierly grace, text and style
in her brimming face.
Your hand on your heart,
her voice in your ear: pilgrim,
rest easy. Sit here.
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I tried not to wander too far from the same mood and spirit while writing mine:
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smoothly seducing
from the stage in a downtown bar
the sounds of his trumpet
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Black & White Sunday: Quiet
Sometimes words are not necessary…
Inspire and be inspired!
More about Paula and her Black & White Sunday Challenge here:
And Everything Will Stop…
Now and then I have shared on my blog poems that have caught my eye (heart and soul), and this is one of those moments once again. “Monologue (Requiem)” is a poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva – one of the greatest Russian poets of the 20th century. Must admit I haven’ t read anyhing so raw for quite some time…
Oh, how many of them
have already fallen into the abyss,
waiting open wide ahead!
The day will come when I will disappear
From the surface of the earth.
And everything will stop-
the singing and always fighting back,
and shining, while tearing myself apart.
The verdure of my eyes and gentle voice,
As well as all the gold strands in my hair.
And life with bite of daily bread,
Will seem to have forgetfulness of the day.
And suddenly it will feel like
There was everything under the sky,
With only one exception – me.
So volatile, like children, in every expression,
And never staying evil for too long.
The one who loved the wee hours,
With all the wood in the fireplace
Turning into ashes,
Violoncello, the often cavalcades
And the tolling village bell…
It’ s me – still so alive and also real
On this very tender land!
Me, never knowing any limits
– nor mine, nor the ones of everybody else,
I turn to you, demanding faith
As well as with my little request of love.
Through days and nights
In whispers and in scribbles on paper:
For truth, my yes and also no,
For the moments of my often sadness
Of this still too early age.
For my constant inevitability
To forgive the old offences,
For all of my rampant tenderness
And always looking a little too proud,
For my need of rushing events,
For all the truth and the game…
Just listen, and don’ t forget to love me
Also for the fact that
Some day I will die.
PS: Not less powerful when turned into a song:
But Until That Morning…
There has never been anyone quite like her and there will never be, so…
Happy Birthday, Janis Joplin – “Pearl”&”The Queen of Psychedelic Soul”!
Carpe Diem Haiku *Sacred Arrow (Hamayumi or Hama Yumi)*
“Once upon a time” seems to be very much on place here since today’ s Carpe Diem prompt took me back to the time I was in the process of discovering the world of fairy tales. Having the patience and interest, I loved to sit on my grandfather’ s knees and listen to the magic stories from all over the world. They were never repeated, always felt too short and even today still are rather vivid in my memory. Like the Russian fairy tale “Царевна Лягушка” (“The Frog Princess”) – the well-known story about the king’ s three sons, shooting their arrows to find brides. Of course, Ivan – the youngest one, was the son whose arrow landed in a swamp, caught by a frog who turned out to be a princess. No, his only problem wasn’ t just to kiss the frog to live happily ever after – that would have been too simple, even for a fairy tale. Yet all the bad things came to an end, and the loving couple ruled the country till death did them part. Or it might have been just my imagination…
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deep in the swamp
the royal frog with an arrow
holding kingdom’s fate
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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
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