Carpe Diem Haiku Experiment #1

Time to write haiku I think, and to share some Love. A classic custom in ancient Japan was haiku poets writing haiku for close friends or lovers. The haiku poet then sent that haiku to the recipient, who responded with a written poetry answer. The example following is by Chèvrefeuille:

haiku poet:

a lonely flower
my companion
for one night

recipient’s response:

not alone
tonight the moon is bright

Here’s Chèvrefeuille‘s haiku to answer now – followed by a haiku by myself, hoping that somewhere on a farflung corner of the planet someone will answer with a haiku of their own, or two lines.

light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last … autumn

My answer to Chèvrefeuille‘s beautiful haiku, in communion with nature:

and the leaves they dance!

they twirl so in the strong winds

rushing through the trees

I hope I answered the nice scene of his haiku with a sense of fun there. Below is mine sent out, if not to anyone sleepless in Seattle, at least somewhere . for a romantic reply, perhaps…one can always dream, even sleepless!

walk with me 

under colours that change each day 

to spot the first snowflake


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Carpe Diem Troiku (reprise)

A haiku by Basho below to set off this troiku, a concept designed by Kristjaan Panneman.




butterflies and birds

how restlessly they rise up

a cloud of flowers


butterflies and birds

suddenly take to the sky

a bang and screeching metal


how restlessly they rise up

even as the car rolls

slowly to a halt


a cloud of flowers

float in a mass of bubbles

as the car sinks


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Summer Memories – A Troiku









faded memories                                                                                     
flutter unnoticed in the dark
among the fireflies 

faded memories

summer was a dream

that melted


flutter unnoticed in the dark

 almost, but not felt in passing

invisible wings


among the fireflies

the lights are dimmed

in the lengthening night




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Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge . Ese’s "before the dusk"

I haiku by haiku artist Ese Klava now, to turn into a Tan Renga of 5 lines, adding 2 more lines to Ese’s haiku.


before the dusk
lingering in the cobweb
the last of the light

a sudden gust, the light scatters

tiny fading stars dotted on trees

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The Unicorn

Though not a Zodiac sign, the unicorn may well once have been, in ancient Babylonian times or before, when the Zodiac signs came into being. Astrology, like alchemy, is no longer seen as a science, perhaps somewhat rashly, as the foundation for the zodiac system is logical study of the stars as well as mysterious, and if we dwelve into past civilisations of Babylon, Persia, Sumeria, Egypt and India, we quickly notice that their societies were no less advanced than ours, their politics certainly weren’t, and their spiritual guidance neither.

So what of the zodiac system then? Well it shares the study of the sky and stars with astronomy, much as alchemy is really chemistry with elaborate hypothesis. And what of the zodiac’s signs? Oh they are real alright. But this can only be ascertained when two signs are compared, contrasted, and studied for compatibility. Only then do we see how exact, and precise they are. Test and analyse yours against your lover’s,  and you’ll soon see what I mean.

So the unicorn is not an astrological sign, at least not now, but it is there, in the sky, as Monoceros, a constellation in the shape of the mythical creature.

study of the stars

mixes past, present, myth and lore

what is real?


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Al-Hasa Oasis

When Basra was bombed back to whatever age the Rumsfeldian doctrine wanted them in, the competition between who had the best dates, Iraq, or Saudi Arabia was over.

There was a time when Iraq’s 30 million date palms produced 1 million dates annually, and they were seen as the best dates around — perhaps, as the Saudi dates from the region of Al Hasa always vied for the mantel.


The Al-Hasa date plantation is a green oasis in the middle of the desert, and thought to be part of the famed garden of Eden, among researchers who believe it should really exist.

I lived in the region for 10 years. In many ways it is paradise — for expatriate women as well, though local women live a different and sometimes very uncomfortable life.

My dentist was a woman from the Philippines, not Muslim, and my doctor was a woman from India, a Muslim. Not everything is as you think it is in Saudi Arabia.

I miss the taste of dates with tea, the long evenings around campfires in the desert sand and the polite, hospitable people of the region — and the glorious heat. I will never forget some of the kindest people I met.

in only one date
the taste of paradise
never eaten alone


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