* * *
tepid and bittersweet
in the last sip of coffee
departing summer
inevitable
the dance of a falling leaf
with a snowflake
a butterfly
under frozen lace of her wings
dreams of spring
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As wonderful as it has been, the time has come for a break from blogging. Until…
It is not easy to choose my favourite haiku, written by one of the most known female haiku poets – Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775), but I gave it a try. Why the following one? Because with that graceful feminine touch only Chiyo-Ni has she once again brings me closer to nature. Or nature closer to me. She makes me hold my breath, to notice and treasure more than meets the eye. There’ s something so real in that moment, caught in her haiku, yet so volatile as well. You know…the feeling of almost being afraid to blink not to miss the moment when a butterfly dreams…
a dandelion
now and then interrupting
the butterfly’s dream
Here’ s what I wrote, inspired by Chiyo-Ni’ s haiku:
plum blossoms
snowflake turns into
butterfly
This time on Thursday’s Special the guest challenger Suzanne Miller inspires us to experiment and have fun taking photographs: “The contemporary world is filled with visual stimulation that demands we pay attention and engage with it in some way. Sometimes it can be relief to take time out and let go of the urge to make sense of what is seen – to focus instead on the act of seeing rather than the intellectual processes of naming and analysing what is being seen.”
I decided to give it a try…
The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real. /Lucian Freud/
Be inspired and inspire!
More about Paula and her Thursday’s Special Challenge here:
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us – that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect. /Emilio Estevez/
A Word A Week Photo Challenge – Broken
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…
Thinking about this prompt, somehow a song from my childhood came to mind. The last line – to be more precise: “The year is white from both ends but right in the middle it gets green…”. I think that would be my wish for the coming 2015 – to have a colouful year with all the tones and undertones, yet not lose the pure beginning and the end. That bright white moment just after and just before…to appreciate everything there has been as well as is yet about to come.
I hope to keep on wishing, I wish to keep on hoping…
Inspire and be inspired!
More about Paula and her Black & White Sunday Challenge here:
Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves… /Andre Gide/
Inspire and be inspired!
More about Paula and her Black & White Sunday Challenge here:
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…”
a wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think i too have known
autumn too long
/E.E.Cummings/
We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That’s what connects us – that we’re all broken, all beautifully imperfect. /Emilio Estevez/
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