Carpe Diem - Tan Renga Wednesday

crystal brook reflects
the willow trees  
birds sing their song

Yozakura

gleaming coloured carp flash by
basho's frog plops off the rocks



 

Carpe Diem # 1771 - Troiku Challenge

longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.

Buson 







longing for grass
the little wren hides under
the broken branch

at the bottom of the pool
a locket clings on to the seaweed
swirling with the tide
 
those fire flies
light up the trees and it's not
even Christmas

Tan Renga Wednesday

a clam
torn from its shell
departing autumn 

 Basho

a shag enjoys seafood lunch
on a gritty pebbled beach

October beach
in all the footprints
the tread of shoes

© Jane Reichhold

washed away by the tide
waves pounding the shoreline

Everyday Life

ravi wants to bring precision
poetry and creativitiy to his parsnips and peas
ravi wants his everyday kitchen experience to be
a celebration of life
revelling in the moment luxuriating in his preparation
for a sensational curry extravaganza
hungry stomachs growl - there's a problem
his family would like to eat before midnight

Midweek Motif -  Poets United

SCHUBERT - Impromptu n°3 (Horowitz)

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai - Birthday Month

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAIKU KAI 



 




ladies purses
magic to a child's mind
sprinkled with fairy dust





a fly should always
decline an invitation
from a  spider
who owns a parlour
sticky end will ensue





fragile gossamer wings
this delicate blue lovely
is a brooch that flies



 

without moving
the humming bird hovers
4 grams of genius







sounds like a rainstorm
a plague  blots  out the sun
shades of exodus



 


on the honeysuckle
the fragile wings of a butterfly
a fluttering sound
© Chèvrefeuille (October 2012)

picture perfect setting
a chocolate box fantasy


 


a whine in my ear
potential plague carrier
 thwack-one squashed mosquito










christmas beetles
nature's tree decorations
 have disappeared




they march in a line
like disciplined soldiers
team spirit rules



 

 a bunch of daisies
 someone left them at her door
she's waited so long










 a murder of crows
nature's essential scavengers
plaintive awful caw




pretty ladybird
it is said they bring good luck
children love them

reminds me of a kitsch ash tray
or a grandma's biscuit jar






apples and a jar
left out in the pouring rain
a still life masterpiece


 

little tom tit still here
sad so many other creatures
have become extinct