Sundays Whirligig # 242

imagine not living in a hole
swatting bothersome flies
on the porch

imagine not being a fretful wife
looping and weaving negative thoughts
down by the bicycle shed

imagine a free delivery of roses
for the weekend

 

 

This Week's words come from " In Topeka, Kansas " by Tim Upperton:

free imagine wife swat hole fretful bicycle bothersome weekend roses looping flies

 

 

 

 

Carpe Diem # 1784

soaking wet
I can’t read the letters
on the signpost

walking through 
the bush clover,the pampas grass,
walking on through them

 © Santoka Taneda



soaking wet 
walking through the pampas grass
 sign post blocked by bush

Troiku

soaking wet
farmer dreams of pouring rain
to break the long drought

walking through the pampas grass
hikers unaware of big browns
fangs bared waiting 

sign post blocked by bush
lost in the wilderness
no cabin in sight

Bach - Cantata BWV 140 Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme | 1 Chorus (...

SLEEPERS AWAKE
WACHET AUF








o lord
our planet is dying
drive mammon
and his toxic legions
from the earth

remove the rotten fruit
from the tree
sinking into a disease ridden mire


return us home
to the garden
to beauty
to sanity
to peace

restore our humanity
restore our gentleness
restore our humility

forgive us for our monstrous
mistreatment of each other
causing untold suffering

forgive us our cruel negligence
as custodians of all the creatures
great and small on this earth
 

Carpe Diem # 1782

SPRING

 

light carried in my arms
apple blossoms from a neighbor
on my doorstep

a floral branch
can make a persons day
restores hope


 SUMMER




devouring apricots
the fine hairs of her mustache
moist and juicy

ripe apricots
juice dribbles
down her chin

AUTUMN




broken by the storm
the asters’ fragrance rises
out of damp earth

scent wafting
over the garden
near the chicken coop

WINTER




rusty red the bracken
its shape lost as the cold
takes the bird’s wing

rusty red glow
cats curled up near the fire
crackling  logs

Jane Reichhold

Karl Richter - Passacaglia & Fugue In C Minor - BWV 582 (1969)

Sundays Whirligig 204

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "To be of use" by Marge Piercy: 

again , pitcher,  bounce,  rhythm , mud , smear 

strain,  vase,  work,  dallying,   heavy,  pass

 

     

 

they walk rhythmically in line

through the mud 

smears on their robes

balancing heavy water pitchers

like giant vases on their heads

on their way to work

the strain on their necks

visible

 

no dallying as they pass the market stalls

small children bouncing a ball

vendors hawking their wares

dogs  barking again

 

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "To be of use" by Marge Piercy: 

Autumn - Carpe Diem # 1781

the last rich dazzle
before the coming of winter
leaves fall silently

Carpe Diem # 1779

 For Jane Reichhold



may her gentle suffering soul
be cherished and granted peace 
by a just and merciful god

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

On awaiting a prognosis


 

tomorrow
determines everything
the night is long

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai - Weekend Meditation

blooming wildly
among the peach trees 
first cherry blossoms

eagerly picled by the florist
for her bridal bouquets

the lettuce 
leaves are just as green
eggplant soup

topped with mozarella cheese
sprinkles of pale sunshine

coming to the eye
especially at this time
May's Mount Fuji

just like the big poster on the 
classroom wall at primary school


butterflies and bird
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

nature's warning bells ringing
all is not well in the garden

spring rain
trickling into the wasp's nest
a leaky roof 

everyone's dream in nsw
shrouded in smoke and wild fires

life's journey
ploughing the patch of rice field
back and forth

daily grind with little respite
sleep a merciful release


© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Carpe Diem # 1777

cricket silence
between scraping sounds
autumn begins

Jane Reichhold

it touches the line
of my fishing pole –
this summer moon

Chiyo-Ni


autumn begins
with the silence of crickets
the summer moon moves south

autumn begins
heralding the darkness
brittle leaves fall  softly

with the silence of the crickets
come short daylight hours dark mornings
warm breath fogs the windows

 the summer moon moves south
crowned in bright orange by the
apocalyptic wild fires


 

Carpe Diem # 1775

how can such beauty be
a noxious weed but then
a breast cancer cell is too


 

Carpe Diem # 1773

the long dry grass
waves in the whistling wind
yellow and brittle

Carpe Diem - Virginia Bluebells

virginia bluebells



















1619...Jamestown

no bluebell  posies 
slaves welcomed to virginia
with a branding iron