Drops of poetry – in my stream of fantasy – climbing silk road.
Skrivpuff: Bäck.
Water
He is while not
he is – not sitting in the lake – while he is
Skrivpuff: Skenet bedrar.
”Sitta i sjön” – Sitting in the lake – in Sweden means to have some kind of problem.
Han sitter inte i sjön (har inga problem) men sitter i sjön (och fiskar). Skenet bedrar i ord och bild gemensamt ….. kanske …. ?
Foto taget idag vid Snogeholmssjön.
The Happy Major
In the stream
A Splash in Life
coming from far
in a sad distant message
a splash in life
Daily Prompt: Distant.
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #4 reprise ”perpetuum mobile”.
Times of Relativities
A Special Droplet
one exploding raindrop
filled my cheek with dreams
about ancient times
Inspired by Remembered by Lize Bard.
You and me too
Drops of Life
in everywhere
you find life in the water
drops of life
Inspired by Namibien Kalahari by Lize Bard.
a few drops of rain ~ the Kalahari blooming ~ and colour erupts
In the SeaShell
in the seashell
you handed me last summer
I find my silence
remembering every grain of sand
and your warm kisses all over
Carpe Diem: #1174 Silence.
Rose Spoke Poetry
roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too
… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. ”Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …
Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.
people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns
When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!
like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses
At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.
gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens
Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.
My daughters in Persian Sea.
Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.
A Greater Wide
inner closest
center of everything – needs
a greater wide
This one I really like. It is exactly how everything works. Everywhere. For the flower. For my body. For the nature. For our earth. Universe.
And mind!!!!
NO religion is needed! Only a good portion of reason and an interest for science.
Daily Prompt: Center.
A Clear Thought
the misty way
billions of droplets – misled
a clear thought
Skrivpuff: Vilseleda.
Falling & Rising
Yosa Buson one of ”the big five” (Basho, Issa, Buson, Chiyo-Ni and Shiki) – was born in Kema Settsu, where several waterfalls can be seen.
from far and near
hearing the sounds of waterfalls
young leaves
young leaves
© Buson
Waterfalls are beautiful – also poetic, dramatic and a fresh nature phenomena. But – there always is a but – I wouldn’t live close to one. Just think – never a quiet moment! No I prefer visiting waterfalls and enjoy them – get inspired. Now thinking about the beautiful Brudslöjan – The Bridal Veil – between Sweden and Norway. I visited it once skiing – it was all frozen at that time.
like a veil
hiding the shy flower – water
falls covering
Just came home after an evening with Scottish contemporary dancers. Some days ago I enjoyed dancers from Netherlands. So I am in a good mood. Swaying on my cloud-look-alike surfing board on every named waterfall this minute on Internet. So beware – I will visit yours!
water drops
like surfing pirates – with swords
glistering falling
The first Scottish performance today was extraordinary! Also funny. The audience – and of course I – was so amused. First part they performed as if they were the instruments in an orchestra playing classic music. Adorable! And the funny part about birds seducing each other in a human-look-alike flamboyant way. I took that scen with me home smiling all the way.
male bird
seduced by her breast(s) – head
fell like water
I didn’t meet ”my” favorite choreographer this night. Imagine he is too busy with the premier to soon take place which he told me about last time. He looked really tired then. I’m looking forward that performance in a few days. But – there always is a but – before that I have other events to attend. My schedule is fully booked.
I don’t know why I choose this opposite-kind-of-water-fall …. rising water …
I only use my own photos here and … so sorry …. I don’t find any falling water only rising. Here is a really strong one:
Carpe Diem #1160 Kema, birth-place of Yosa Buson.
In Mist and Water Drops
The five haiku masters in Japan …. Bashō, Issa (Cup-of-tea), Buson, Chiyo-Ni and Shiki – ”the Big Five.”
It really gripped my – todays post at Carpe Diem. I almost felt I sailed up a poetry level. Felt very nice …
ah master
I read your poetry – in the water
you still are
… to be there. But however I am realistic too. I’m not there yet. But I promise – cross my heart … I’m on my way. Cause I so badly want to … I always want to be a better me. Not the best because I have passed that several times. I just want to get better and better …
eternally saved
haiku – in the mountain pediment
painted by Issa
Today I have been so inspired by poetry written by Hamish, Kristjaan and other masters. I think the way of … ”hear your voice in the water stream” …. ”birds chirping in the sound of stones” …. and I bring with me … ”the artist not to be seen in the poetry”. That last one will be difficult … I’m sure. I am also – every day – inspired by haiku by Lize Bard – and responding to them.
Hopefully – some day – I will become a better me … but as I use to say nowadays – I have time.
always take
time for haiku – writings
in mist and water drops
Carpe Diem #1158 Kashiwabara,
birth-place of Kobayashi Issa.
