Carpe Diem My Favorite Haiku by … *Chiyo-Ni’s “butterfly’ s dream”*

It is not easy to choose my favourite haiku, written by one of the most known female haiku poets – Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775), but I gave it a try. Why the following one? Because with that graceful feminine touch only Chiyo-Ni has she once again brings me closer to nature. Or nature closer to me. She makes me hold my breath, to notice and treasure more than meets the eye. There’ s something so real in that moment, caught in her haiku, yet so volatile as well. You know…the feeling of almost being afraid to blink not to miss the moment when a butterfly dreams…

a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly’s dream

Here’ s what I wrote, inspired by Chiyo-Ni’ s haiku:

plum blossoms
snowflake turns into

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Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge *Chèvrefeuille’ s “A Dog Barks”*

This week Carpe Diem Tan Renga inspiration is a beautiful haiku, written by our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille. I haven’ t written tan renga for a while therefore this seems a good time to give it a try. Our challenge is to add a second stanza (two lines of approximately 7 syllables each) to the haiku:

sweet perfume
mingles with the sound of rain –
                                                         a dog barks                       (Chèvrefeuille)

at the end of empty street
                       puddle filled with cherry blossoms              (Ese)

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A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Pink

It’ s not that pink is intrinsically bad, but it is such a tiny slice of the rainbow… /P.Orenstein/


Rhododendron pinkness in Latvia


Probably the only flamingos in Riga, Latvia


A bit of a color near the docks of Marseille, France


When everything blossoms in Valencia, Spain

And in the end – something that seems to fit quite well and rounds it all up:

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Pink

Love Affair With Nature



Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. /Lao Tzu/



Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. /C.Monet/



Gardens are poems where you stroll with your hands in your pockets. /P.Albert-Birot/



See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…we need silence
to be able to touch souls. /Mother Teresa/

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Garden


There is always music amongst the trees in the garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. /M.Aumonier/



There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place
where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant
than ever again. /E.Lawrence/



When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy,
there is always the garden. /M.Aumonier/

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Garden