I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. /Anaïs Nin/
Inspire and be inspired!
More about Paula and her Black & White Sunday Challenge here:
A haiku, written by Chiyo-Ni, was my source of inspiration on Carpe Diem today:
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waterweed
floating away, despite
the butterfly’s weight on it
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The following haiku is my attempt not to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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despite gust of wind
little yellow leaf still shivers
between bare branches
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My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt.
I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:
– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Pleasure;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.
Let your ideas flow and enjoy! Ese
Prompt 35 – PLEASURE
Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex.
/Oscar Wilde/
There’re quite a few things, bringing pleasure into my life…
Appreciating beauty of every new day
New discoveries and paths to be taken
Presence of the ones close to my heart
Footprints…to make, to follow, to leave them…visible or not…
What about you and simple or not so simple pleasures?
It’s time for a new prompt on Ed’s challenge and this week he inspires us think of things we take for granted. There are so many that crossed my mind – these are just some of them…
Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille from time to time invites us to return to where it all began – the roots of haiku, remembering the classical rules of writing it:
1. Describe a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown into water; so present tense;
2. 5-7-5 syllables;
3. Use a kigo (or seasonword);
4. Use a kireji (or cuttingword);
5. Sometimes a deeper spiritual or Zen-Buddhistic meaning;
6. First and third line are interchangeable and last but not least
7. No Self, avoid personal or possessive pronouns (I, me, my); it’s an experience not how the poet feels about it.
Here I go:
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last bloom of orchid
serene beauty fills the room
emptiness is full
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A Tan Renga has two stanza and is written by two haiku poets. The first gives the first stanza (5-7-5) and the second reacts on the haiku by writing a two line stanza (7-7).
in the stillness
between the arrival of guests
the peonies /Buson/
fingertips trace the petals
-admiration of beauty /Ese/
Once upon a time people came up with No Pants Day – being in May, that one is already missed. Funnily enough, there’ s also No Panty Day (pretty much like the previous one but a tiiiny bit different) that turns out to be today. And, in case of missing this one, there still is a possibility to go for No Bra Day on July 9th. Maybe it is all about summer. Or beauty. Or a touch of naughtiness. Or maybe just people being…creative in one way or another. I think Mae West got it quite right when she said : “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough”.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful,
than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection.
That is the true essence of beauty. /S.Maraboli/
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blue bonnet field
itching to walk barefoot
i stand in the rain
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infinity
not only sadness is blue
sometimes it’ s hope
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white camellia
promise of blooming beauty
gone with tomorrow’ s wind
Image courtesy of Google
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new… /Paracelsus/
Right here, right now – flowers or memories about them…
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn. /W.Scott/
The flower is the poetry of reproduction.
It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. /J.Giraudoux/
It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important. /A.de Saint-Exupéry/
To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower… /W.Blake/
The earth laughs in flowers. /R.W.Emerson/
A flower’s fragrance declares to all the world that it is
fertile, available, and desirable, oozing with nectar. /D.Ackerman/
The flower that follows the sun does so even in cloudy days. /R.Leighton/
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
and left the flushed print in a poppy there. /F.Thompson/
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