Carpe Diem Trokubetsudesu #73 – pi-ku
Use the first six numbers of pi for the syllable count in a pi-ku
A fun challenge indeed.
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loud cawing
crows
in a bare tree
try
chasing a large hawk
with noise and flapping of deep black wings
bamboo
Carpe Diem #939 – Old Pond
In the Way of Basho – sense switching
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bamboo grove
breeze passes through
wind chimes
Collaboration for Peace – 12
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Monarch’s sweet haven
Peace of nature welcoming
Delicate landings
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iris leaves
Carpe Diem #938 Iris leaves
In the Way of Basho – pseudo-science
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jasmine
blooming at night
like the moon
robe
Carpe Diem #937 – Robe
In the Way of Basho – pun
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yellow monster
hiding in my garden
snapdragon
forest
Carpe Diem #936 – Forest
In the Way of Basho – paradox
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black sky
moonbeam breaks through
spotlight
cicada
Carpe Diem #935 – Cicada
In the Way of Basho – riddle
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dark clouds
passing overhead
flock of birds
Game Over
Bouts-Rimes Revisited; Meeting the Bar
over at d’Verse Poets
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he asked me to stay
and then he just sits
staring at a screen to play
some computer game, battle wits
with other cyber-nerd misfits
we live like some tv comedy
there’s even a neighbor who flits
in and out to share the tragedy
of her life but never looks me in the eye
if I was really smart
I’d start to cry
mope and sigh as if he’d broken my heart
instead I write these words with a moan
while my heart slowly turns to stone
happy sound
Carpe Diem – Use that Quote
“The purpose of our lives is to be happy” Dalai Lama
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spring peeper
signals the end of winter
happy sound
Writerly
d’Verse Poetics – Choose a Line
Naomi Shihab Nye
from “Burning the Old Year” – lists of vegetables, partial poems
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I think I might be a writer
ink pumps under
my skin
letters leak
from the corners
of my eyes
I produce
“lists of vegetables,
partial poems “-
flash fiction with
barely a spark,
to-do (or not) to-do
list after list
I pen my pal and
she pens me
I dream in fiction
and wake in my
own memoir
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