Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries. /Corita Kent/
Tag: Wind
Carpe Diem Special *Sogi’s “Butterfly home“*
This week’ s inspiration on Carpe Diem Special is another haiku, written by a pre-Basho haiku poet Iio Sogi (1421-1502) and translated by our Carpe Diem Haiku host Chèvrefeuille:
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abandoned house
the garden taken over –
butterfly home
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Here’ s my attempt to stay close to the same mood and spirit:
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old diary
wind pages through memories
in smouldering ruins
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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
It Will Come…
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…
Cherish each other&every moment that life gives you, and have a wonderful New Year!
Carpe Diem Haiku *Sylph, spirit of the wind*
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empty rocking chair
squeaking on the weathered porch
-spirit of the wind
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Carpe Diem Haiku *Björn Rudberg’s “Haiku and Humor”*
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outside tavern
balancing on all fours
-which way home?
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gust of wind
no more secrets left
under short skirt
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Carpe Diem Haiku *Inspiration*
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footprints in desert
i am first before shamal
inspired by grain of sand
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A shamal is a northwesterly wind blowing over Iraq and the Persian Gulf states (including Saudi Arabia and Kuwait), often strong during the day, but decreasing at night.
[biːtʃ]
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laments of seagulls
tired waves soothe the sand
calamitous wind
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