“grasses wilt”

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (7) grasses wilt

Here is the haiku to work with:

grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt.                                 ©️ Yamaguchi Seishi, (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

tired of onslaught of people            
locomotive lulls on tracks                ©️ Sara McNulty

As I read this haiku by Seishi I immediately thought of that nice haiku by Shiki:

smoke whirls
after the passage of a train.
young foliage.                                        © Shiki

pushes new leaves to clean air
more blooms to start Spring               ©️ Sara McNulty

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apple

Written for:  Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (6) an apple, alone

One apple, alone
in the abandoned orchard
reddens for winter

Ⓒ Patrick Blanche (Tr. Michael R. Burch)

red apples in a basket

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“clouds and waves”

Written for:  Carpe Diem’s Weekend Meditation #49 – “clouds and waves”
by  Rabindranath Tagore

Welcome at a new CDHK Weekend Meditation. As you know this month all the Weekend Meditations are a kind of “distillations”. What does that mean? Well I will give you a long poem and you have to catch the essence of the long poem in a haiku or tanka.

This month I have chosen all poems by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), last weekend I challenged you with a poem extracted from his world famous “Gitanjali” and this weekend I have found a beautiful poem written by him on poemhunter.com “clouds and waves”.

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Clouds And Waves:

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
“We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”
I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?”
They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”
“My mother is waiting for me at home, “I say, “How can I leave
her and come?”
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass.”
I ask, “But how am I to join you?”
They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”
I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?”
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

©️ Rabindranath Tagore

clouds and waves tempt
cajole you to join them now
sky puff, sea sings
imagination sprouts wings
allows you to float anywhere

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When Things Are Never What They Seem

Written for:  Miz Quickly – “Drink Me”

“So it’s Friday again. Ordinarily, the Rabbit will tell you what you should do. That is, what the Rabbit thinks you should do. This may be rude. It is at the very least, presumptive. Therefore:”

‘She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.
Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; ‘and even if my head would go through,’ thought poor Alice, ‘it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.’ For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (‘which certainly was not here before,’ said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words ‘DRINK ME’ beautifully printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say ‘Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. ‘No, I’ll look first,’ she said, ‘and see whether it’s marked “poison” or not’; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison,’ it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
However, this bottle was not marked ‘poison,’ so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.’

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Alice was planning to taste,
then cork said bottle,
to share its pleasures at tea.
Then she remembered a doddering
Mad Hatter, and friends crazy as he.
The taste was exotic,
she felt a slight buzz
as she looked for her cat, Dinah.
Perhaps that untrustworthy Cheshire
had turned her into fine china.
That foolish white rabbit
had led her astray.  Caterpillar
smoked and was rude.
The Queen of Hearts was maddest of all,
but come on, this is Wonderland, Dude.

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/14/drink-me/#more-5928

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Back to Human

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – “School Days, School Days”  (posted by Lillian)
“So what is the prompt? I’d like you to write what I call an ALPHABET SESTET! The sestet part is easy: 1 poem of six lines. But what do I mean by an “alphabet” sestet? Easy again. Choose a 6 letter sequence in the alphabet, for example A-B-C-D-E-F or perhaps J-K-L-M-N-O. Those letters, in that sequence, are the first letters of the first words in each corresponding line — as in line 1 starts with a word that begins with J; line 2 starts with a word that begins with K; line 3 with L; line 4 with M; line 5 with N; line 6 with O. This is not an acrostic!”

 

United, we might stand again
victorious as a human race
where facts are not in dispute.
Xenophobia may decrease,
yellow journalism a thing of the past.
Zealots would fall.  We would take a higher route.

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Cage of Guilt

Written for:  Quickly – “bird in a guilty cage” – Play It As It Lays

guilty

You fill my cage
with your green
guilt. You deny
me my freedom,
denied your own.
Once I sang vibrato
flitting from
branch to branch.
Now I prefer
silence. I wish
you would not sing
while I live in your cage
of green guilt.

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Sunset Sonnet

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Sunset  (posted by Sumana)

The sunset is a short-lived period that begins in the evening and also ends there creating perhaps a moment of pause, a time for stress release. It definitely wipes out the cares of the day and assures a restful, calm night.

You are asked to captivate these fleeting golden moments.

Your theme could be subjective or objective; literal or metaphorical:

sunset beach

A brief blip of time out of a day
that captures people; they stand enthralled.
Whether at window seat or on a beach, they
gaze skyward as if shouts of colors call.

From lemon ice to strawberry pink,
an artist’s dream of painting the glory
of colors formed by Mother Nature’s wink,
ever found in romantic stories.

Deepening into streaks of scarlet,
cameras clicking like crickets to catch
the purple plum of a fine claret.
Indigo inks the swell of sky to match

night’s showcase for stars. A contented feeling
fills heart, is part of a moment, fleeting.

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This House

Written for:  Poetic Asides #453 – Write a dream poem.  “Sometimes the dream takes center stage (and it can get kind of surreal). Other times, I incorporate pieces of a dream or dreams into a larger poem. If you don’t dream, write a poem about your lack of dreams or imagine what a dream might be like.”

I don’t
recognize this
house, but know it is mine.
Open spaces filled with wood strips,
saw dust

 

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“temple bell”

Written for:   Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (5) “temple bell stops”

So today our TRC episode has a twist. What kind of twist? Well … I will give you the 2nd (two-lined) stanza of approximately 14 syllables and you have to create the first stanza, the hokku, of three lines following the approximately syllables count 5-7-5.

I have given it a thought also. I first had the idea to write that two lined stanza myself, but on 2nd thought I have chosen a quote by Basho and re-worked it to a reasonable 2nd stanza of two lines.

Here is the 2nd stanza to work with. So remember … you have to create the first three-lined stanza of this Tan Renga.

Temple Bell

Temple Bell

temple bell echoes
reverberates through flowers
vibrating petals                                       © Sara McNulty

The temple bell stops but I still hear
the sound coming out of the flowers

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) (taken from “Narrow Road”)

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“wolf’s eyes”

Written for:  Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 Chained Together III (4) in the wolf’s eyes

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“Here is the haiku to work with to create a Tan Renga:”

Midwinternight
A dark sky’s lights dance
In the wolf’s eyes

© Hamish Managua Gunn

“What a beautiful haiku to work with. I have given it a try … here is my continuation of this haiku into a Tan Renga:”

Midwinternight
A dark sky’s lights dance
In the wolf’s eyes                         © Hamish Managua Gunn

fresh fallen snow sparkles
while we warm our hands         © Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

Midwinternight
A dark sky’s lights dance
In the wolf’s eyes                         © Hamish Managua Gunn

his azure eyes hold tales
life lived away from humans     © Sara McNulty

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