Author: Candace

I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

burning mountain

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born by white robed monks
blazing torches light the mountain
grass consumed by fire

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bonfire lights the night
yamayaki festival
mountain shudders

Priests preparing for Wakakusa Yamyaku
Priests preparing for
Wakakusa Yamyaku

no rhyme or reason

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there is no man in the moon
no green cheese
no high jumping cow
no one to talk to in the middle of the night
no one watching over me as i sleep
the twinkling stars lied
they’re wearing cubic zirconium
the mouse has a digital watch
contrary mary is growing weed
and there are no shells by the sea
the sheep are on strike,
no new woolen mittens for this kitten
all rhyme and reason has been
stollen by wee willie
and i am left sitting with the king –
no pipe, no bowl, no music

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Day 3 of OctPoWriMo and the prompt was “what drains you”.

http://octpowrimo.com

Remembering

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Omaha beach, Normandy
Omaha beach, Normandy

I stand
alone

on the beach and
imagine the young men
soldiers in their olive green
uniforms, wearing round,

bowl-like helmets – arms
raised, clutching rifles
pushing through the white-capped

surf onto the wet sandy ground
footsteps leaving pock
marks soon filled with
the tide and their blood

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We recently visited Omaha beach in Normandy so this prompt brought to mind the movie “The Longest Day”

paper lanterns

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The featured haiku poet at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today is Michael Dylan Welch.
Chevrefeuille asks us to compose a new haiku inspired by this one written by the featured poet.

roar of the midway –
the toddler’s balloon
rises in the moonlight

© Michael Dylan Welch
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10,000 Paper Lanterns www.telegraph.co.uk
10,000 Paper Lanterns
http://www.telegraph.co.uk

paper lanterns
floating in the night sky
imitate stars

© Candace Kubinec

Troiku reprise

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At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chevrefeuille has challenged us to crate a Troiku
from one of Basho’s haiku

butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers

© Basho  (Tr Jane Reichold)

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butterflies and birds
soar on gentle summer breeze
paint pale blue sky

restlessly they rise up
flocks of shiny black starlings
flying to warmer skies

a cloud of flowers
heavenly plum blossoms
above my head

silent man

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Over at d’Verse today Mary has asked us to try writing as if we are the opposite gender.
Quite a challenge! Here’s my “Gender Bender”

you think i don’t
notice when you
cut your hair
you think I’m not
listening when you
tell me stories about
your friends
you think i don’t
care when you wear
a new dress or new shoes
i notice
i listen
i care
but my words seem
trivial, insignificant
you deserve better
i stay silent