Tears Falling

Carpe Diem Utabukuro #4 tears falling

It in no way felt like the end was near.  As it turned out I had pried his last words from him.
“Pop, I’m going to Vegas, wish me luck”, no response.
“Pops did you hear what I said?”, I asked.
After a while he answered, “Ookay”.

I headed for the airport and was on the way to the terminal gate. Then came the call. My mirror image had passed on.

1
there he laid
I couldn’t look at him in that box
ashes to ashes

2
tears falling
I couldn’t look at him in that box
chose alive image

PR
8/09/15

Inspiration:

Our host writes,

“….Haiku can be soothing in times of sorrow and sadness … so write/compose your haiku straight from your heart…”

on his grave
a vase full of colorful flowers
to honor him

(c) Chèvrefeuille

For further reading on prompt please follow below:

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/07/carpe-diem-utabukuro-4-tears-falling.html?m=1

Blossoms

On The Trail With Basho Encore #8 plowing a field

spring storm brings early
drizzle of cherry blossoms
carpet of blossoms

PR

7/09/15

• Inspired by:

the spring storm
torns apart the delicacy
of cherry blossom (c) Chèvrefeuille

hatake utsu   oto ya arashi no   sakura asa

plowing a field
the sound of a violent storm
morning blossoms
(c) Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

For further reading and other responses please follow link:

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/07/on-trail-with-basho-encore-8-plowing.html?m=1

WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Door

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”

The coolest door I have ever seen. It’s at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens

This door is in Bed Stuy Brooklyn, I forget where. But it’s the entrance to a multifamily building 4 or 6 stories I think.

This door is to a resturant on 42nd Street in Manhattan. It is or was the service entrance, it’s brass and I think it was the Russian Tea Room. Yep! The Russian Tea Room, I just looked it up.

PR

7/08/15

Butterfly

Our featured haiku poet lives in Ghana, his name is Adjei Agyei Baah.

1
tossled by the wind
and balancing on petals
swaying butterfly

2
a richness
intolerant of human hands
wings of a butterfly

PR

7/08/15

Inspired by :-

Butterflies:

folding
and unfolding
the silent clap of a butterfly

(c) Adjei

Summer morning:

summer sun
all in her eyes
the ocean, sand and nudity!

(c) Adjei

Rainy season:

May rains drop
the bamboo fence
free from termites plaster

(c) Adjei

Rainbow:

the rain
and his so-called bowl
little kids argued all day

(c) Adjei

Carpe Diem Special #155 Adjei’s second haiku “summer sun”

For further reading follow link:

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/07/carpe-diem-special-155-adjeis-second.html