Haibun Monday *The Path*

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I have always thought there is nothing similar to the feeling of walking barefoot through a meadow on a summer morning when everything around is just about to wake up. The glistening dew drops, softly bending the blades of grass. Petals of the blossoms, still moist before opening and longing to be caressed by the first ray of light. The wonder to be a part of all that magic every step of the way is almost tingling – as nature’s energy flows in, resonating from toes through every cell of my body.
If there’s anything close to that experience, it is the touch of the beach. Either tiptoeing through the sun scorched sand to the edge of water or just enjoying the tickle and tease of waves. Whispering, alluring or maybe simply teaching to feel. Yes, to notice and understand, to admire, appreciate and never to destroy. Isn’t it one of the paths to find harmony – not only with people around but with nature and oneself in the first place? I am still learning that and, most probably, I always will. Without a pair of shoes, left somewhere far behind…

side by side
fresh footprints in the wet sand
-seagull’ s and mine

dVerse Poets Haibun Monday

Hamish Gunn *Aquila (Eagle) – a Haibun*

Carpe Diem Modern Times Haiku *Margaret Chula’s “following my footprints”*

This time on Carpe Diem Modern Times Haiku we are introduced to a well known haiku and tanka poetess Margaret Chula. Among several haiku of hers I was the most drawn to the following one:

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following my footprints
of fifty years ago
those endless summers

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Here’ s mine – hopefully, not too far from the same mood and spirit:

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hopscotch in the yard
jumping through childhood memories
barefoot again

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Meadow*

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There’s no similar feeling to the walking barefoot through a meadow on a summer morning when everything around is just waking up. The glistening dew drops, softly bending the blades of grass. Petals of the blossoms, so moist before opening, caressed by the first intangible rays of light. Silence, with all the scents of the meadow, released by the light breeze…inviting and alluring. It is one of those small miracles of life to be a part of that…every step of the way, almost tingling as nature’s energy flows in, resonating from toes up – through every cell of my body.

trickles of dew drops
rolling down a pair of bare feet
meadow’ s morning glory

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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