Garden Statues

Written for: Carpe Diem Utabukuro, the poem-bag #1 – reintroduction:  “a single tulip”
It’s my pleasure to re-introduce to you a feature we had here at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. This feature is based on a haiku by Basho which he wrote when he was around 22 years of age, it’s one of his earliest known haiku according to Jane Reichhold. I called that new feature “Carpe Diem Utabukuro, which means “poem bag”.

The goal of this CDHK feature is not difficult, because I just ask you to share a haiku or tanka which you admire. That haiku or tanka can be one of a classical or non-classical haiku poet or one by yourself. You can choose whatever you like, but it has to be a haiku or tanka. Maybe the haiku brings you sweet (or sad) memories or you just like it. Explain why you have chosen that haiku or tanka to share here “in” CDHK’s Utabukuro, poem bag and … that’s the second task for this feature write/compose an all new haiku inspired on the one you have chosen.

flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

a single flower
my companion
for one night

© Chèvrefeuille (2005)
(our host)

I explained the first task of this feature and I think you understand what I mean. Look at the second task of this feature … write/compose an all new haiku inspired on the haiku or tanka of your choice. I think that’s also easily understand. So I will do that also in this introduction to this new Carpe Diem Utabukuro feature:

a single tulip
covered with snow
arrival of spring

© Chèvrefeuille

I have chosen this poem by Issa who always seems to have a good sense of humor.

The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.

(Issa)

deep freeze overnight
outlines of garden statues
blue ice in moonlight

(Sara)

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Father and Son

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1236 – Mirror by Juame Plensa
A very significant part of Plensa’s work is in the field of sculpture in the public space. Installed in cities in Spain, France, Japan, England, Korea, Germany, Canada, USA, etc., these pieces have won many prizes and citations, including the Mash Award for Excellence in Public Sculpture, which the artist received in London in 2009 for his work Dream.
Jaume Plensa’s work can be seen regularly at the Galerie Lelong in Paris at Galerie Lelong in New York, and the Richard Gray Gallery in Chicago and New York. (Source:
http://www.jaumeplensa.com)

Mirror James Plensa

by Jaume Plensa

looking in the mirror
my hair turned gray and thin
deep wounds of time
however … I smile as I see the cherry
bloom again, another year to my account

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

son sits with bent head
wisdom from lips of father
heeding his words

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Tantalizing Tango

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Live Toads
Today’s challenge is to express dance through poetry. Pick a photo, a quote, video…Pick whatever inspires you. Write a new poem.

“Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart”. Martha Graham

tango

(found on PInterest)

Tango me in red seduction.
My body flows and ebbs
with your timely tides.
Your arms hold my passion
though it is only a dance.

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Watermarks

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Flood  (posted by Susan)

“I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!”
― Lewis Carroll

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The Waving Surface of the Autumn Flood, Ma Yuan – Water Album – circa 1160

This poem is stained.
Water spots of pain drop
tears of salt.

This poem is blurred.
Colored ink runs crookedly
in rivulets.

This poem cannot be read.
Instead of my words,
type in your own.

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Introducing Me

Written for:  Poetic Asides #406
Write an intro poem.  

‘In my mind, I’m thinking of a situation in which a poet enters a room and then drops a poem. Kind of like this is my intro music or something. Of course, I’m fine with other interpretations as well. Like maybe you’ve been itching to write an introduction to poetry poem, or introducing a famous (or infamous) character, or well, no introduction needed (or maybe an introduction is needed–or maybe I’m just rambling).’

*****

My voice will quaver,
my hands may shake.
It is likely
I will stammer,
and make a mistake.

My accent, pure Brooklyn,
not lost out west.
Free verse and short forms–
favorites to work in.
I will read my best.

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Gust

Written for:  Chèvrefeuille’s Gift #6 gust of wind
I love to challenge you to complete a haiku with only a given first line and to challenge you a little bit more I love to ask you to create a troiku with the haiku you have created.

“with every gust of wind”
a cooling of earth’s surface
cobwebs of dust swept clean

a cooling of earth’s surface
summer’s farewell kiss
crisp air of Autumn

cobwebs of dust swept clean
first Autumn rain storm
freshening earth

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Green

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1235 Tongue of Lucifer

Tongue of Lucifer

Tongue of Lucifer (Rudi van de Wint)

rising from the earth
green tongue of misspent notion
Lucifer’s envy

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Dancing Girl

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics:  Musical Muse  (posted by Mish)
Today for Poetics, I am asking you to choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow your own poem from it. You are not limited to the original theme of the song. Instead, forge your own poetic path. Be serious or silly. Just be sure to highlight the line(s), giving credit to the song and artist.

She has diamonds on the soles of her shoes,
spotlight swirling as she moves–
dancing girl.

She glitters, she glows like a new moon,
only time she’s not consumed–
dancing girl.

Music lifts her to another plane
where she can put aside her pain–
dancing girl.

Now she’s spinning, a diamond top,
but avert your eyes when the music stops–
dancing girl.

(from Paul Simon’s, Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes)

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Why?

Written for:  The Twiglets #37 – See it

Why can’t you see it?
Seems clear as plastic wrap
to everyone else–though you are
not wrapped as tightly–
that you’re unfit for the job.

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Rays

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1234 Waves (Heydar Aliyev Center, Baku, Azarbaijan, by Zaha Hadid)

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Heydar Aliyev Center Baku Azerbaijan (interior)

following sun rays
peering underneath the gold
black strings of clouds

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