carrying away
sun glitter on the wingtips
birds of passage
Tag: Haiku
Towards The Autumn
chestnut spikes
streching towards the autumn sun
days grow shorter
Unnoticed
unnoticed
today’ s farewell melts
with the passing clouds
A Single Star
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after fireworks
the silence of a single star
marking the new path
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More warmth to bring to each other,
more white thoughts, love and peacefulness.
More belief in the road ahead, full of adventures – expected and unexpected ones.
And the light of a dream – like a burning candle through the darkness.
Happy New 2016!
Until…
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tepid and bittersweet
in the last sip of coffee
departing summer
inevitable
the dance of a falling leaf
with a snowflake
a butterfly
under frozen lace of her wings
dreams of spring
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As wonderful as it has been, the time has come for a break from blogging. Until…
The Taste
rustling maple leaves
in my morning coffee
the taste of autumn
Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars *James A. Emanuel (1921-2013) “jazz-haiku”*
This week the source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars is an American poet James A. Emanuel and his four haiku, written about Mahalia Jackson:
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« I sing the LORD’S songs »
(psalms once tough to stay alive,
alarm clock on five).
Cinnamon cheeks, Lord,
cornbread smile. SONGS feed your ribs
when you’re hungry, chile.
Washboard certainties,
soldierly grace, text and style
in her brimming face.
Your hand on your heart,
her voice in your ear: pilgrim,
rest easy. Sit here.
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I tried not to wander too far from the same mood and spirit while writing mine:
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smoothly seducing
from the stage in a downtown bar
the sounds of his trumpet
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Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars *Basho’s “door of grass”*
This week the source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Sparkling Stars is a haiku, written by Matsuo Basho:
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this door of grass
the resident changes for a time
a house of dolls
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I tried not to wander too far from the same mood and spirit while writing mine:
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waiting for travelers
on the bamboo doormat
a fading welcome
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Līgo Haibun Challenge – The Mountain Is Calling. A Love Confession
It is a choice between “Guitar” and “Mountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week – it couldn’t be something else than the second one for me…
Do you know the feeling of falling in love from the first sight and realising it is for the rest of your life? I do. I know exactly how it feels…with hundreds of butterflies, fluttering their wings inside me every time we meet.
Today, wandering through memories, I try to remember how far back does our history go. Most probably it was the end of the 1980′ s, somewhere in Austria when I was swept off my feet by you for the very first time. In amazement and admiration, experiencing something I had just seen in movies and read about before. The majestic power only a mountain possesses – so raw, leaving footprints for the years yet to come. I have been fortunate enough to see you in many different moods – when the first buds of almond trees were just about to burst in spring, and looking over a hive of bees in a fragrant summer meadow. On a path, observing patiently the indecision of autumn leaves between ablush and golden. Yes, I also remember almost stoic peace of yours right in the middle of the white winter loneliness that for some reason you kept calling solitude. Ups and downs. Twists and turns. Countries and borders.
your silhouette
in a pile of photos
disappears. appears
There have been times when you seemed so distant, almost unapproachable but we all have our moments, don’ t we? And after those magical hours, spent together awaiting for the first sunlight to caress your rugged cheek, a lot of other things just lost their importance. No matter in which corner of the world I have found myself, there has always been longing, a hope to see you. A curve. A peak. Even if only for a moment in a distance. Until we meet again.
heavy raindrops
drawing peaks on window pane
-mountains of memories
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