Just before dawn I have the world all to myself. /Terri Guillemets/
Tag: Dawn
Carpe Diem Special *Jim Kacian’s “falling leaves”*
This week our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Special is a haiku, written by Jim Kacian:
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falling leaves
the house comes
out of the wood
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The following one is mine – an attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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after tide
glass bottle on the beach
bathing in dawn
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Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge *Jamie Wieland’s “the glow of the dawn”*
This week Carpe Diem Tan Renga inspiration is a beautiful haiku by Jamie Weiland of “Tea, Poems and Pictures“. Our goal is to add a second stanza to it.
as a white dove lands
words unspoken yet knowing-
the glow of the dawn (Jamie)
insecure steps from ruins
remind of illusory peace (Ese)
Carpe Diem Haiku *Nights Of Summer*
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last dance
echoes between legs of bar stool
i slip off my shoes
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soft peaks of sand dunes
caressed by moonlight waves
ignited bodies
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entangled
sudden breeze in my hair
first hint of dawn
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Carpe Diem Haiku *Dawn*
“At The Dawn” – song by E.Grishkovets&Brainstorm:
No, no, I already know…I know that my youth is over. Right now all I can do is remember. But I remember that back in my youth I did not feel happy. I felt quite the opposite – that it was complicated, nobody understood me, didn’ t hear me…but now I know: back there and then it was happiness. Though in those days I knew nothing. And waited for something! And I had the feeling somebody was calling me…
At the dawn voices are calling me…
And what was I waiting for? I waited for an amazing destiny, unique life. I wanted to feel everything, to try everything – so much and as soon as possible. I could walk down the street with my reflections in the windows and hope strongly that somebody will fall in love with me and is waiting out there…for me. I could also stay awake till the morning thinking and feeling that very soon, already this morning, so soon … soon …
At the dawn voices are calling me…
And there, in my youth, when I looked at the morning mist over the river as I was returning home in an early hour through the sleeping city, it always seemed to me, or more like, I was sure that they were calling me … particularly me…
At the dawn voices are calling me…
Youth is gone… But life goes on. It gives us moments of happiness, and tries to break us now and then… The multi-faceted life. And after ten years, we realize that we have been happy, but haven’ t noticed it…yet again. We should simply appreciate it right here and right now, for what it is … Life itself is happiness…
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wandering
in mist of awaking city
dreams of my youth
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Ese' s Voice 