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instead of her locks
caressing his bare chest
scent of early rice
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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
This week’ s inspiration on Carpe Diem Special is another haiku, written by Shiba Sonome:
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longing for someone
I sit by the gate and draw
eyebrows on a melon
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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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ripening plums
I paint my toenails
in his favourite hue
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eager fingertips
brushing along glossy spine
scent of new book
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tea plucker’s basket
filled with morning fog
fragrance of new harvest
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your masculine scent
slowly fleeting from my curves
a sigh of longing
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innermost wishes
streaking through silent darkness
rain of shooting stars
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Our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille has found a beautiful poem “Lotus” by Rabindranath Tagore which we have to distil a haiku from. I decided to give it a try…
Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
/R.Tagore/
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awaken
by mysterious fragrance
my longing heart
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