Tantum Ergo Sacramentum

the sunset years
peace and consolation found
in childhood memories
benediction in the chapel
candles and gregorian chant

 Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Sunday's Whirligig 122

 girls sweet joys hair deceit surprise laugh only someone think alike best

one of the great joys in life
is the music of giggles
of sweet deceit free giggling girls
hair in regulation plaits looking alike all peas in a pod
if only someone had thought to make a recording back then




the best giggles were those agonising suppressed convulsive ones
side splitting stuff during benediction
the poor old nun in the prie - dieu at the back of the chapel used to  fall asleep
and snore providing an unintentional ostinato bass to the gregorian chant
reverberating off the walls


always surprised that i still laugh when i think of it today
so long ago - a different world  - a gentler world

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads 

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While, waiting for you,
 My heart is filled with longing,  
The autumn wind blows—   
As if it were you— 
Swaying the bamboo blinds of my door.

Princess Nukata


summer is over 
sad autumn mists herald
the frost of bleak grey winter 
your warm smile your warm hands
make the spring of our life

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a cool breeze gently
parts the lace curtains
she is beautiful

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the cry of the seagulls
resonating through the dunes
the waves pounding the beach

Chevrefeuille




two young  girls skipped school
spent a day in the sand dunes
they never returned

Sundays Whirligig 121

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Pleasures of Hating" by Laure-Anne Bosselaar: hate, bliss, rapture, wig, lips, sandals, loathe, dents, draw, relapse, broccoli, delight




bliss rapture delight
crooning corny love songs
on the boat
no one could guess
their eventual break down into
hate loathing and ego dents

she stayed because
she had nowhere to go
it was not a relapse
into the pink twin set and pearls
mentality of the 50s

he was quick on the draw
a marksman of destruction
targeting
the only one who would listen
to his woeful accordion playing
and tolerate his bad wig

to him she was just
a pair of sexy lips in sandals
who knew everything
about the health benefits of broccoli

Winter Sunset - Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

low winter sun
raspberry leaves glow
red and green

Jane Reichhold




the pale washed out sun
sets in raspberry hue sky
 cold winter night

The Beach - Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

a whisper of rain
awakens me gently
morning on the beach

Chevrefeuille




the waves look wild
i shut the sliding doors
tea inside today

Twilight

in the twilight
silence deepens into mystery
last beam of light

Chevrefeuille

morning glory sleeps
crickets chirp their summer song
evening fun begins

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Sing A Song Of Sixpence

he liked
four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
he liked
stirring the old monk about his dirty paintings
of the maid in the garden hanging out the clothes
he liked
having a bath with his soft skinned wife by the fire
a dainty dish to set before a king
and on wintry Sunday afternoons
he would look at the leafless trees 
through the slats of the bamboo blinds
he was an odd chap but so is everyone these days

blackbird stirring monk skin dirty bamboo
paintings hanging bath wife leafless fire

 Sundays Whirligig 120
 

Words from " Returning home In Winter "
David Romtvedt

J S Bach Jesus bleibet meine Freude BWV 147 Ton Koopman 480p

jesus bleibet meine freude
on a late wintery afternoon
pipes out over the ancient plains

the mountain range smiles a deep blue
the spindly tall yellow grass stands still
a hush breathes across the dusk
fading into the palest pink

to think all this perfection
this testament to magnificence
just came from a big bang
which all randomly fell into place
all the intricate design and marvels
just accidents
destined to nothing

tears
the sweetness of a smile
giggles
the tenderness of a touch
a selfless act of kindness and compassion
the taste of a ripe peach
all
random  consequences from an explosion

truth is intangible
can never be viewed under a microscope
or sit nicely in a test tube

blindness is not just a lack of vision
it wears a white lab coat and is
mistakenly convinced of its superior brain

Kingfisher

 oblivious
 to its stunning beauty
 only fish on its mind

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Sundays Whirligig

WORDS come from "Are Poets the Same as Everyone Else?" by Esther Cohen:

festival together wore  only poems fruit walked favorite wine listened before shades

 

  

 For Captain Wilhelm Hosenfeld

 

 

they talked together
sat amongst the ruins
then  spizlman played his favourite chopin _
captain hosenfeld listened
his mind walked through the past
remembering fruit trees and wine festivals  before the war
only shades of happiness and love poems
a time when no one wore yellow stars

thanks to hosenfeld spizlman survived
hosenfeld died in a soviet labour camp in 1952

 

 

 

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

sipping sake
on a cold winter's night sparks
a warmth inside
they sit by a log fire
in a room filled with tulips

Obi

their small busy hands
nimble and delicate
fold the sashes


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Tanka

stroking his neck with
a passion flower he recalled
her thick eyelashes
butterfly kissing she said
he closed his eyes and smiled

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Cinquain

MLMMSunday Writing Prompt

maybe
funny for drunks
but when your world shatters
your heart sinks like stone into
despair

flowers
and bukowski
a juxtaposition
surreal and strange - les fleurs du mal
comme lui



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