Carpe Diem Special *Lolly’s “spring tidings” *

Our inspiration on Carpe Diem Special this week is a tanka, written by a wonderful haiku poetess Laura Williams a.k.a. Lolly of Lovely Things:

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spring tidings …
a message of the flowers
to decipher
a secret little alphabet
that begins with a bee

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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:

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growing older
with each new blossom
even a bumblebee

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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Carpe Diem Special *Soen Nakagawa’s “One note of the Shakuhachi”*

This week on Carpe Diem Special to inspire us there is a haiku, written by Soen Nakagawa:

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One note of the shakuhachi
resounds endlessly
piercing the winter clouds

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The following  ones are mine – I tried  not to wander away too far from the same mood and spirit:

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beeps of alarm clock
emerge rapidly
rupturing morning stillness

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last notes from orchestra
vibrate in silence
defering waves of applause

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Ese’ s Weekly Shoot&Quote Challenge – Awakening

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 – Awakening;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.

Let your ideas flow and enjoy!  Ese

Prompt 31 – AWAKENING

It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realising just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is. /Christy Turlington/

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awakening_morning

awakening_tea

And now – it’s time for your interpretations…

Carpe Diem Haiku *Novosibirsk*

Since the moment of its founding City Novosibirsk grew into two parts on different shores of the River Ob. And not only the river kept everything apart – Novosibirsk had also 2 different time zones. On the left bank the time difference with Moscow was 3 hours, but on the right – 4. This situation wasn’ t too inconvenient for Novosibirsk because they lived apart, and even marriages between people from the opposite shores of the city happened rarely. The city became more cohesive in 1955, when there was built the first bridge across the Ob. Novosibirsk became “a single time zone” city in 1958.

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between two shores
river never runs late
rooster crows twice

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Time After Time

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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.

I Love You More Than Nature…

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Quite some time ago on my blog I use to post poetry that was not mine but had caught my eye…or more precisely – touched strings of my heart in one way or another. When I read “I Love You More Than Nature” by a Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko, it kept echoing on the back of my mind and now it is here…

I love you more than nature,
As you are nature yourself,
I love you more than freedom,
Without you it will imprison me.

I love you carelessly,
Like the abyss, without any ruts!
I love you more than possible,
More than impossible…I love you.

I love recklessly indefinitely.
Even boozing, even being rude.
And more than myself – that’s for sure.
Even more than just myself.

I love you more than Shakespeare,
More than the beauty of the whole world!
Even more than the world’ s music,
As you are the book and music yourself.

I love you more than fame,
Even far ahead in the future!
More than any rusty country
Because my Motherland is you, not her.

Are you unhappy? Asking to care?
Don’ t annoy God with such requests!
I love you more than happiness.
I love you more than love.

PS: One of the ways it has become when the words melted with music in the original – Russian version: