Carpe Diem Haiku *Buson “a glimpse of dawn”*

Our source of inspiration on Carpe Diem today is Yosa Buson’ s very last haiku (his  Jisei):

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the night almost past
through the white plum blossoms
a glimpse of dawn

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I wrote mine, trying to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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fleeting silhouette
in the end of empty street
just the light of lantern

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Red Girl on the Steppes – Chapter 2

Growing up behind the iron curtain – a serialised story of childhood

There were not many Latvians who lived in Kazakhstan. It didn’t really matter because we were all the Soviet Union, and the Kazakhs were used to gulags on their territory, and sudden influxes of removed people from other parts of the country. There were Russians, Volga Germans, Greeks, Koreans, Crimean Tatars and many other nationalities who were forced to move to the country in the 1940s, yet the Muslim Kazakhs remained a kind and hospitable people.
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Red Girl on the Steppes – Chapter 1

Growing up behind the iron curtain – a serialised story of childhood

If I bumped into you by accident on a busy street, it might well be because still after all of these years I have a habit of looking around me in amazement while I am in my stride. Its not that I love walking, but I got so used to it I can never really stop. – http://red-girl-on-the-steppes.blogspot.fi/2014/06/red-girl-on-steppes-chapter-1.html

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Use That Quote ‘Buddha’*

“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared” – this it the quote by Buddha our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille has chosen to inspire us to write haiku of our own. Here’ re mine:

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slow dance
between light and shadows
flickering flame

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burning
with each melting droplet
a little brighter

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Basho ”autumn frost”*

Today on Carpe Diem our source of inspiration is a beautiful haiku by Matsuo Basho (1644-1694):

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if taken into my hand
melting in the heat of tears
autumn frost

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As it was common back then, this haiku had a preface:
”At the beginning of September I came back home. I was already long since my mother had died. The grass in front of mother’s room had withered in the frost. Everything had changed. The hair of my brother and sisters (Basho had a brother, an elder sister and three younger sisters) was white and they had wrinkles between their eyebrows. We could only say, ‘we are fortunate to be still alive’. Nothing more. My elder brother opened an amulet case and said reverently to me, ‘Look, at mother’s white hair. You have came back after such a long time. So this is like the Tamate Box of Urashima Taro. Your eyebrows have become white’. We wept for a while and then I composed this verse.”

I wrote my haiku, trying to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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dandelion fluff
escaping my palm
evening breeze

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leaving
no trace on the cheek
droplets of rain

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Dawn*

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“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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