Carpe Diem Haiku *Basho ”has spring come”*

Today on Carpe Diem Haiku our source of inspiration in the first Matsuo Basho haiku that he has composed, being only 20 years old:

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has spring come
or has the year gone?
second-to-last-day

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With this haiku came a preface (as it was common in those times): ”Today we have the first day of spring in spite of the date”.

In the spirit of Basho’s haiku and following the suggestion of our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille, I decided to post my first haiku. Yes, probably there exist some older ones, scribled on an old newspaper or in an equally old diary but none of that can be accessed at the moment. So, this is the first haiku I posted on my blog soon after starting to blog in general:

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summer dawn
teardrop in spiderweb
entrapped

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Beginning

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.
And…I will be sending a few of you a free copy of my book, Butterfly Thy Name, each week, in due course – when it’s finished!

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 – Beginning;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.

Let your ideas flow and enjoy!  Ese

Prompt 1 – BEGINNING

A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. /Lao Tzu/

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Burgas Sand Festival, Bulgaria

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Everything is still ahead…

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Beginning…all the way down in Porto, Portugal

Carpe Diem Hai(ku)bun *The Day Begins*

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Silence. Speed was still echoing all the way through every cell of mine. Twists and turns. Of the road. And of my mind. Or was it my heart if there was any left? After driving for hours I felt like a forgotten box in the luggage compartment, sliding to bump into all the possible corners every time the brakes were pressed. Quite a contrast with the velvety female voice on the radio with her repetitive “I’ll find some peace tonight…”. Will you? Will I? After all, the night was pretty much over. Just as the first tiny hint of the light appeared almost carefully along the horizon, I had stopped. Finally. On the very top of the mountain, looking down at the masterfully drawn coastline of the sea. Hardly awake. Or maybe just falling asleep. Almost surreal with the waves lapping the sand a long way down and the birds like tiny checkmarks, scraped in the sky. Yes, a moving picture, a soundless one I turned out to be a part of. Thought not for much longer. Standing right there, on the very edge, I was ready for inevitable.

sunrise caresses
scars of hazy mountains
a new day begins

Carpe Diem Haiku