Our inspiration on Carpe Diem Special this week is a haiku, written by Rallentanda:
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fireflies
torch light dancing to the
crickets chirp
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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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still whirling
long after the music ends
two fireflies
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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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Sometimes words are not necessary…
Inspire and be inspired!
More about Paula and her Black & White Sunday Challenge here:
Now and then I have shared on my blog poems that have caught my eye (heart and soul), and this is one of those moments once again. “Monologue (Requiem)” is a poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva – one of the greatest Russian poets of the 20th century. Must admit I haven’ t read anyhing so raw for quite some time…
Oh, how many of them
have already fallen into the abyss,
waiting open wide ahead!
The day will come when I will disappear
From the surface of the earth.
And everything will stop-
the singing and always fighting back,
and shining, while tearing myself apart.
The verdure of my eyes and gentle voice,
As well as all the gold strands in my hair.
And life with bite of daily bread,
Will seem to have forgetfulness of the day.
And suddenly it will feel like
There was everything under the sky,
With only one exception – me.
So volatile, like children, in every expression,
And never staying evil for too long.
The one who loved the wee hours,
With all the wood in the fireplace
Turning into ashes,
Violoncello, the often cavalcades
And the tolling village bell…
It’ s me – still so alive and also real
On this very tender land!
Me, never knowing any limits
– nor mine, nor the ones of everybody else,
I turn to you, demanding faith
As well as with my little request of love.
Through days and nights
In whispers and in scribbles on paper:
For truth, my yes and also no,
For the moments of my often sadness
Of this still too early age.
For my constant inevitability
To forgive the old offences,
For all of my rampant tenderness
And always looking a little too proud,
For my need of rushing events,
For all the truth and the game…
Just listen, and don’ t forget to love me
Also for the fact that
Some day I will die.
PS: Not less powerful when turned into a song:
I was thinking about the best way to sum up the departing year, wondering what the right words would be until I found this song… The original version is from my childhood – from an old Russian movie about Mary Poppins, bringing back lovely memories. And I have the feeling it fits also today…when something is about to end and something new – to begin. Things change, winds do and so do we together with them…
The world keeps turning like a carousel,
Enchanted with an everlasting spell
With winds of malice, envy, strife and gall
Can’t count them all…
Can’t count them all-no life has been immune
To strife and anger that arise so soon
To crush our dreams and then instill our fears
With rains of tears and winds so fierce.
Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun,
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.
Yet in this world there is a wind of change,
It comes to cause all things to rearrange.
It will come flying when the time is right-
To drive away the winds of strife.
Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.
Soon the raging winds will halt and cease
All the way beyond our range
It will come, this tender, fresh and warmer breeze
Called the wind of change…
Summer has passed (too fast – as always) and just as autumn is about to slip into winter, the time has come to hit the road again…the one that leads back home.
42°29′43″N 27°28′18″E – 56°56′56″N 24°6′23″E
“I’m going to the place where love
and feeling good don’t ever cost a thing.
…well, I’m going home, back to the place where I belong…”
I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake. /Lewis Black/
…Just to wish Paula get well soon!
The spirit of Black & White Sunday Challenge lingers in the air like coffee aroma…
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