poetry

Scarecrow's hat

Carpe Diem Special #123,
Richard Wright’s 4th ”the scarecrow’s old hat”.

The scarecrow’s old hat
Was flung by the winter wind
Into a graveyard.         © Richard Wright

it had to pass some trees
and was pushed here and there

a girl looked up
sawthe hat riding the wind
wants to run after

her mother said stop
mind the traffic in the street

she hesitated
being not obedient
or what – she thought

about struggling between
mother and curiosity

a true hard battle
attracted by treasure hunt
obstructions on road

while hesitating by side
cars stopped resolutely

she crossed happily
running after into yard
the wind took her cap

she didn’t notice at all
cause treasure hat replaced it

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Red chests

Carpe Diem #630, Straw.

komo wo ki te   tare bito imasu   hana no haru

wrapped in a straw mat
who can this great one be?
flowers of spring           © Basho (1644-1694)

on frozen snow
still warm from the cow barn
broken straw                 © Jane Reichhold

between straw bales
two youngsters exploring love
their first kiss                  © Chèvrefeuille

Golden winter straw
bullfinches red chests adorne
ladies are waiting

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Yes & Wow

Carpe Diem #628, Ice skating.

a broken mirror
now the ice breaker pushes apart
the joys of skating
© Jane Reichhold

Figure skating is one of my favorite sports. I used to do it myself when I was young. My sister became a trainer. When EM and VM I am stuck to TV 🙂
My greatest favorrite is Evgeni Plushenko but I love Alexei Yagudin´s step sequences.

I am a big fan
Evgeni Plushenko – wow!
Figure skating – yes!

A bench is empty

Carpe Diem Special #122, Richard Wright’s 3rd haiku.

I give permission
For this slow spring rain to soak
The violet beds.
© Richard Wright

children’s laughter
playing in the fresh puddles
trampling the clouds
© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

My TROIKU:

I give permission
for any child to enter
life school of today

For this slow spring rain to soak
every sad story behind
shine a happy day

The violet beds
lack a lavender pillow
Flooding in sunset

My HAIKU:

Spring rolly ground
some girls are playing hopscotch
the bench is empty

spring

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#haiku burdens

Carpe Diem #627, Fog/Ripe.

if taken into my hand
melting in the heat of tears
autumn frost
© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

frost on the branches
melts in the early sunlight
life passes
© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

lace edges
the fallen leaf
white with frost
© Jane Reichhold

 frozen tears hang on
burdens of nature’s feelings
a child is missing

#haiku Skorna passar ej

Skrivpuff: Stilla.

stilla i natten
andlös stämning omsluter
skorna passar ej

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Ps. Det roliga med HAIKU är att den bjuder på oväntade överraskningar.

”Haikun får oss att kvickna till och bli mer medvetna om att vi befinner oss i en föränderlig tillvaro, mångbottnad och laddad med oväntade samband…” Helga Härle