Līgo Haibun Challenge – Visual Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge! It is the new mid-week timing now, so that Līgo haibun runs one midweek and one weekend posting.

This week we have a Visual Prompt and there are two images to inspire you. As usual – choose one of them to write your haibun.

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Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Quote Prompt

Welcome to a new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week there’ re selected two quotes about writing by a German philologist, philosopher, cultural critic, poet and composer Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzche. Please be inspired by one of them:

“The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.”

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“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”

Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Video Prompt

As we walk deeper in autumn over here, the oldest haibun challenge on the web is back – Līgo Haibun Challenge is being revived and ready to keep going!

This time we start with something new – a Video Prompt. Following the good, old scheme, you can choose one of the videos as inspiration to write a haibun.

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Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!

Carpe Diem Haibun *Cemetery*

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I am just like her in many ways – must be those genes or something… When in the middle of a discussion I would suddenly turn around and walk away just because something didn’ t seem fair, people would say: “She’ s just like Kat!”. We use to live together, you know – for a while. Just her and me but it didn’ t last, just couldn’ t have. That “Solar system” was too tight for two planets not to keep crashing constantly into each other, and we had to return to our separate orbits. Yet the invisible connection was never lost. I still remember her hands so clearly – those small palms that never knew peace, with all the life crossroads imprinted in them. Sharpness of her mind as well as of her tongue. Silver threads in her hair and those blue eyes that looked so calmly and always noticed more. More than it was said, more than it could be seen.

When nature breathes heavily through the morning fog in autumn, Michaelmas daisies – her favourite flowers start to bloom. Free. Proud. Strong. Beautiful in their simplicity. Almost invincible. Surviving even the first frosts, yet unable to beat winter. With a bouquet in my hand, straight from the garden, I walk along that sandy cemetery path all the way up to an old pine tree. Like the last year. And several more before. There is so much in my heart I would want to say… I wish we did have more time. I wish…but I know she knows. Because grandmothers always do. And because I am just like her.

soothing breeze
in old cemetery pines
endless lullaby

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Carpe Diem Haiku *Silence*

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Silence. Between sentences. When breath can be heard and the last letters of the word are still lingering in the air. With the tones of what has been said, mixed with the ones yet to come. Like the grass among the flowers in a meadow, “connecting” them in more than just one way. Making them a part of one whole small complete universe that bursts in more colours than a rainbow. A combination of strong feelings and all the rolling thoughts that have gathered together. Because of what you have told. Or the way you have said it. How you have found exactly the right letters for the words to become alive.

I read and…there comes that moment. Of silence. While storming emotions are just about to whirl down gently, still vibrating like a string of a violin after the last chord. Right before the powerful wave of applauses. Trying to find the right place back where my heart feels so right. Because of what you have just given. It’s a sign of being touched. Deeply. By your thoughts. An idea. Even if just a word. Touched by your laugh. Or sigh. A silent one.

* * *
your last sentence
still echoes in silence of
my empty room

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai *departing summer*

On Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai (“Kamishibai” means story-teller in Japanese) our host Chèvrefeuille has inspired us to write a haibun, still following a couple of rules:
– maximum of 100 words;
– the haiku has to follow a few of the the classical rules:
a) 5-7-5 syllables;
b) season word;
c) cutting word (interpunction);
d) interchangeable first and third line
– not obligatory but a possibility for the haibun to be read in English as well as our native language (in my case – Latvian).

Such an interesting challenge – how could I not give it a try?!

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I saw them yesterday – hundreds of storks, like a white cloud over the lake. With the sun glitters in the wingspan they were gliding and soaring, gracefully – like they always do. That was the moment when deep down inside I couldn’t ignore anymore the bittersweet feeling of departure. The one of migratory birds, summer and something else indefinable, just very present somewhere in the ribcage. Yes, soon followed by intangible whispers of the wind to the first golden leaf and the raindrops, bringing along the sudden chills. I realise summer is ready for departure. Am I ready to let it go? And does it make any difference if I am not?

afloat in the puddle
feather and sun kissed leaf
-departing summer

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In Latvian:
Es viņus redzēju vakar – simtiem stārķu, kā balts mākonis virs ezera. Ar saules mirdzumu spārnos, graciozi planējam – kā vienmēr. Un mani pārņēma tā saldsērīgā sajūta, kas raksturīga aiziešanai. Kad projām dodas gājputni, vasara un vēl kaut kas nepasakāms vārdos, tomēr tik ļoti sajūtams krūšukurvja apvidū. Ar drīz vien sekojošu vējā nodevīgi čaukstošo pirmo dzelteno lapu, un lietus lāsēm, kas pēkšņi liek nodrebēt saltumā. Es saprotu ka vasara ir gatava doties ceļā. Vai es esmu gatava ļaut tai aiziet? Un vai tam vispār ir kāda nozīme, ja tomēr neesmu?

peļķē
no aizejošās vasaras vien spalva
un rudens lapas zelts

Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Quote Prompt

Welcome to another week and a new Līgo Haibun Challenge!

This week’s quote prompt focuses on Antoine de Saint-Exupery – a French aristocrat, writer, poet, and pioneering aviator during a period when flying machines were made of sticks and fabric. Please be inspired by one of his quotes:

“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”

OR

“In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.”

Let your imagination flow and don’t forget to add your haibun to the Inlinkz collection, please! Good luck!

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

It is a choice between “bridge” and “fountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week and quite naturally I ended up with the first one…

There’ re so many bridges around – the visible and invisible ones. Connecting places, people and even incompatible things. Teaching and challenging or simply letting to enjoy.

Music is one of those bridges and it reaches us from everywhere. From the waves, curling around the sandcastles. The playful breeze, running through branches and leaving soft whispers behind. The buzz of bees in splendor of a meadow. From clattering of storks and songs of cicadas. An echo, leaving and returning to the sun glazed mountain top. From the way a sudden storm hits the city and droplets hiss on ignited cobblestones. From cherries, bursting on tongue and inevitable dripping of ice-cream through fingertips. From laughter and conversations, lasting long after sunset. And even from warm, comfortable silence…

bridge of rainbow
droplets play a song
on wind chimes

sultry night
cicadas and me
on the same wavelength

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PS: Since I had a “clean” musical post on mind when I started to write, I still will attach another Fabulous Five (bridges) of mine here –  the summery ones. They still seem to fit the theme…