This post is in response a prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku: wrapped in a straw mat

Our host’s writes:

“…The ‘trick’ is to state the riddle in as puzzling terms as possible. What can one say that the reader cannot figure out the answer? The more intriguing the ‘set-up’ and the bigger surprise the answer is, the better the haiku seems to work….”

winter garden
colorless and ugly –
spring flowers
© Chèvrefeuille

A fallen blossom
Returning to the bough, I thought —
But no, a butterfly
© Moritake

My attempt:

a returning soul
meanders through concert crowd –
a lone butterfly



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This post is in response to Carpe Diem prompt: a clam (I know, how did I get to this from that? Don’t know, it just happened)..


winter of their love
their love notes etched on sidewalks
lived on without them



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This is a re-post from 2013

Arms outstretched mimics an airplane as he moved through the crowded sidewalk, banking to the right, banking to the left, then right again.  Thinning the crowd as he claimed space among pedestrians, he crouched, right hand with drumstick wobbling between soiled fingers in syncopated rhythm on the concrete sidewalk. Left arm extended skyward, grasping a trumpet flailing through the air. He brings pedestrians to a teetering halt as he drums at their feet. He looks up revealing weathered, sun beaten features, smudged cheeks, and matted disheveled hair.  With a twinkle in his eyes, through a snaggletooth grin he asks,“ How are you little lady?” As he stands upright he brings the trumpet to dried lips and begins to blow TAPS. He is no longer invisible. The crowd slows, heads turn, all in full gaze and focused on the player. Time slowed, scurrying had eased to a crawl. And the crowd was forced to attention. TAPS had struck a chord.

Link to TAPS played on a horn

Link to TAPS played on a bugle and its history

“Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky

All is well, safely rest

God is nigh….”



Butterfly: A lovely Thing


a butterfly etched

in begonia petals

unexpected gift



Post in response to Carpe Diem Prompt : A  lovely name

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In Nature

This post written in response to prompt : not permitted to tell
From Carpe Diem Haiku
Our host wtites:

“…… Due to the wearing away of the rock and the reddish minerals in the thermal-warmed water, the waterfall looks exactly like the private parts of a woman complete with sounds and gushing water. The practice can be thought of as worshiping the reproductive aspect of the feminine earth.
The priest Ekaku had asked Basho to write some poems on his visit to the three holy mountains of Dewa. Basho couldn’t do that because it was an awesome experience for him and so he couldn’t find the words. Also it was forbidden to talk about what he had witnessed on the mountain….”

katara re nu   yudano ni nurasu   tometo kana

not permitted to tell
how sleeves are wetted
in the bathroom

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Mount Yudano

It’s a strange story, but it has also something … spiritual. To write a haiku in the same tone and sense as Basho did … looks like climbing a mountain barefoot, but I will try.

Our host’s attempt

what has happened?
petals of red roses around
the morning glory

© Chèvrefeuille

not permitted to tell
what mother nature
carved in nature

tumbling water
spewing mist fury beauty
cutting her own path

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