Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge *Suzanne’s “autumn’s last show”*

This week Carpe Diem Tan Renga inspiration is a beautiful haiku, written by Suzanne of Cutting to the Chase. Our goal is to add a second stanza to it.

in the pond
reflected trees and drifting leaves
                                    – autumn’s last show                 (Suzanne)

wild geese cries from a passing skein
                       echo through the veil of fog            (Ese)

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Carpe Diem Special *Jim Kacian’s “harvest dusk”*

Our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem Special this week is another haiku, written by Jim Kacian:

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harvest dusk–
sitting in the wheelbarrow
with the potatoes

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Writing my haiku, I tried to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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potato field-
shining between muddy rows
red rubber boots

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all shapes and sizes
piled up in autumn sun
-potato harvest

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tractor growls
disappear in early dusk
acres of bare field

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Carpe Diem’s Vision Quest *New Moon*

There is a new feature on Carpe Diem, called “Vision Quest”, where our inspiration is a particular haiku, chosen by our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille. This time it is a nice spiritual haiku, written by Chèvrefeuille himself:

new moon
she, our moon will grow again
a new life cycle

The following one is mine, where I tried to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

most secret wishes
released in hopeful whispers
upon a new moon

Carpe Diem’s Vision Quest

Carpe Diem Haiku *Silence*


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.

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your last sentence
still echoes in silence of
my empty room

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai