Carpe Diem Haiku *Use That Quote ‘Leonardo da Vinci’*

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?” – this it the quote by Leonardo da Vinci our Carpe Diem host Chèvrefeuille has chosen to inspire us to write haiku of our own. Here’ s mine:

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lace of butterfly’ s wings
caterpillar keeps dreaming
hopeful cocoon

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Yes, I really couldn’t resist attaching this video – it always makes me smile and keep believing in dreams.

Carpe Diem Haiku *Vladivostok*

Vladivostok ( Владивосток ), a city not far from Russia’s borders with China and North Korea, is also known as a city of centenarians. There are about 100 people who are more than 100 years old but I want to mention another fact, related to inhabitants, beliefs and history. On May 16th, 1863 was born the very first native inhabitant of the city – a girl, and in September of the same year – two more girls. There is a Russian belief that a birth of a girl is a sign of peace in the world. They say it might be one of the reasons why Vladivostok has never been significantly affected by war.

A special sign in the Vladivostok railway station informs that Trans-Siberian Railroad, coming all the way from Moscow, ends here. There are 9288 km (5771.3 miles) behind us and it also means we have reached the last station of our Carpe Diem Haiku journey through the Soviet Union. Only this journey because there’ re still more ahead…

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journey of life
final destination unknown
train leaves the station

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Sometimes it is good to finish with music and I will – with “Fantastica” by Mumiy Troll, a famous Russian band from Vladivostok.

The Moments In Between…

Since the beginning of January we have been on Carpe Diem haiku journey, taking the Trans Siberian Railroad straight through the Soviet Union. Meeting people, seing places, discovering ourselves, trying to remember, not afraid to forget… Sometimes in silence, more often – enjoying conversations but there’ re also moments for the sounds of music…and not only the ones, created by the train, the sun and the wind, the rain…
A bit of what I would listen to in those moments, created by Russian musicians…as the journey continues….

Time After Time

ticktock

Tick tock
it repeats
again and again.
Seconds, minutes and hours –
all counted,
categorized,
all faults minimized.
Always on time,
predictable,
insanely precise.
Always busy
with something that
doesn’ t exist.
Something they are
always short of out there.
Plenty here but
no extra to share.
Walking in circles,
not allowed to stop.
Too fast? No,
neither too slow.
Bored, boring…
if only not the
cuckoo call.
That uncontrollable
clock’ s soul.
The crazy bird
mixing the time.
Unexpected emerges,
interrupting sounds.
Clock hands tremble in anger,
pendulum confused off round
for a second…
Tick. Tock.

Ese’ s Weekly Shoot&Quote Challenge – Music

My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt. 

I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:

– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Music;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.

Let your ideas flow and enjoy!  Ese

Prompt 20 – MUSIC ♪♫♫♪

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. /A.Huxley/

music_barrel-organ

There’s something endearing for me in the sounds of a barrel organ

music_gramofon

Memories about the good, old gramophone

music_flute

A form of true art – making your flute sing

music_EdwardGrieg

The one and only Edvard Hagerup Grieg

music_bells

Trust me – hearing “orchestra” of goat bells up in the mountains in dawn is a beautiful musical experience

You’re welcome to play along – I can’t wait to see what you will come up with!

Carpe Diem Haiku *Volga River*

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plum blossoms
carried by serene flow
old barge stuck in ice

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And now – a bit longer PS: Being born in the ex USSR, I have grown up with a lot of the Soviet cinematography and must admit there have been many movies filmed at, on, around the Volga. Still I think it would be right to pick out particularly “The Volga Flows” (Течёт Волга) back from 1962 with the legendary song “The River Volga Flows” (Течёт река Волга). Among numerous interpretation of the song through the years the most popular became the one from 1963 by Russian singer Ludmila Zykina. Later on she even got a nickname “Miss Volga” because people associated her with this song very much.

Издалека долго                                          From far away
Течет река Волга,                                     The river Volga flows,
Течет река Волга                                      The river Volga flows
Конца и края нет.                                       Without beginning or end.
Среди хлебов спелых,                        Among the ripe crops,
Среди снегов белых                             Among the white snow,
Течет моя Волга…                                     My Volga flows…