Carpe Diem Special *Fuyuko Tomita’s “actors we all are, she said”*

Our inspiration on Carpe Diem Special this week is a tanka, written by a well-known haiku poetess Fuyuko Tomita:

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Actors we all are, she said
mirrors to reflect
each other
We all leave the stage, she said
and left a smile in mine

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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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piercing silence
among shards of broken plates
the same drama
played all over again
for the last time

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Broken

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us – that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect. /Emilio Estevez/

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Broken

Travel Theme: Broken

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us – that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect. /Emilio Estevez/

Ailsa’s Travel Theme

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Hole

A small hole not mended in time will become a big hole much more difficult to mend. /Chinese proverb/

A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Hole

Carpe Diem Special *Jim Kacian’s “after snow”*

This week our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Special is a haiku, written by Jim Kacian:

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after snow
the faint yellowness
of the white house

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The following one is mine – an attempt not to wander too far away from the same mood and spirit:

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after fight
balancing sharp edges
of the broken plates

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Carpe Diem Haiku *”Kabir the Indian poet-saint” by Kuheli*

Kuheli has introduced us to the poet-saint Kabir – a prominent literary master of the Indian tradition and shared with us a song of Kabir saab translated by Rabindranath Tagore in 1915 for SONGS OF KABÎR.

O How may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.

Our task is to write a haiku, inspired by the song above:

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shards of broken glass
wind runs through the window frame
a fresh perspective

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai