Memories

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Muted shapes and colors tangle with memories loosely tethered

Emerging from the cloud, warm memories, us holding hands

Laying in tall grass, listening to the sound the earth makes

Pat R

3/25/17

Over at Cape Diem Haiku we’re being introduced to the Sijo. A Korean form of poetry “…more ancient than haiku, the Korean Sijo shares a common ancestry with haiku, tanka and similar Japanese genres. All evolved from more ancient Chinese patterns.

Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. A pause breaks each line approximately in the middle; it resembles a caesura but is not based on metrics.

Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night (16)
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt (14)
Then fondly uncoil it the night my beloved returns. (14)

© Hwang Chin-i (1522-1565) most revered female Korean classical poet…”

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Secrets of Nature

my grandma
walking room to room
waving smoky wand of herbs –
secrets of nature

Pat R

3/22/17

For

Carpe Diem Haiku prompt word :Knowledge

I inspired by:

alchemy
strong medicine for love
nature smiles

(c) Chèvrefeuille

Earth & Water

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this first day of spring
water drips from frozen eaves –
tulips poke from earth

birds singing by window
like me, they’re ready for spring

Pat R

3/21/17

For Tanka Tuesday

Potted Plant

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potted plant
celebrates return of spring
lone leaf rejoice

Pat R

3/20/17

For Cape Diem Haiku

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True Silence

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my inner voice
like remnants of an echo
thrives in true silence

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in the peaceful scenes
of the mountains silence reigns
melodious creek
and the wind in trees bring me
to a place of true silence

Pat R

3/18/17

For Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness
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Inspired by:

old barn
in the middle of the field
so desolate
a playground for the wind
deep silence of no where

(c) Chèvrefeuille

&

“…There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. …”

(c) Thomas Hood

Also for https://booknvolume.com/2016/10/18/lavish-dailyhaikuchallenge/