rare grace timed prompt 1.19

rare grace          1.19

carpe-diem-time-glass-18-high-tea

rare grace

rarely to high tea

the stiff backs mine and the chair

graceful older ladies

©JP/dh         

Misty Plays 1.18 CD Sparkling Stars 16

Misty Plays             1.18

CD sparkling-stars-16-lost in the mist

kaerimireba yuki-aishi hito kasumi keri

when I looked back,

the man who passed

was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

beheaded bushes

just the creaking of bare branches

lost in the morning haze

© Chèvrefeuille

lazy grey morning

turns to misty memory

as you leave, again

©JP/dh

the window misted

internal steam; hot water

outside vanishes

©JP/dh

glazed over my eyes

misted with spring memories

in mid winter chills

©JP/dh

"see plane" 1.15 CD TR 69 and more...

“see plane”                          1.15.15

CD-tan-renga-challenge-69-skys.

Also see an additional inspirational link at the bottom.

“see plane”                             

trail of secret

woven into the clear sky

~ first spiritual journey                       (© Sky)

deep inside the Honeysuckle

hides the knowledge of Self                    (© Chèvrefeuille)

***

trail of secret

woven into the clear sky

~ first spiritual journey                       (© Sky)

which contrail belongs to you

the plane that carries you home         ©JP/dh

trail of secret

woven into the clear sky

~ first spiritual journey                       (© Sky)

within every day here is

exhausted ink of airplanes ©JP/dh

trail of secret

woven into the clear sky

~ first spiritual journey                       (© Sky)

living in an airport zone

an ever changing sky-script ©JP/dh

Note: Sasha has an enchanting idea to help us continue our education with:

Wikems - please do visit her post enjoy learning.

http://www.thehappyamateur.com/2015/01/wikems-anyone.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contrail              - a different type of fog.

also fits:

http://margoroby.com/2015/01/13/poem-tryouts-foggy-went-a-courting/

defining moments 1.15 CD 648

defining moments             1.15

Carpe Diem-648-Little-New-Year

defining moments

celebrate payment

of debt, or honor an old

calendars' change

perhaps ones luck does change true

when on the thirteenth ides fall

purse full, empty

perhaps it depends on the

luck of Little New Year

©JP/dh

Koshogatsu - A Time of Celebration (a little history from our host)

New Year is the largest, and perhaps the oldest celebration in Japan. Having both religious and secular associations, it is much like Christmas in Canada. In A.D. 604, the lunar calendar used in China was adopted for use by the Japanese government. This calendar had both a lunar component which regulated civic events and a solar component which was used for agricultural purposes. The new moon marked the beginning of the official months but date discrepancies existed between official celebrations and folk celebrations. Using the lunar calendar the New Year was to begin at the second new moon after the winter solstice. This was the "Great New Year" or shogatsu. At the full moon two weeks later, there was another celebration called "Little New Year" or koshogatsu. Traditionally, these dates would occur sometime from the end of January to the middle of February. However, when the government adopted the Gregorian calendar, shogatsu became associated with the first day of January and koshogatsu fell on the 15th of January.

Also an additional note: Word Origin and History for ides n. =

(plural) early 14c., "middle day of a Roman month," from Old French Ides(12c.), from Latin idus (plural), a word perhaps of Etruscan origin. The 15 thof March, May, July, and October; the 13th of other months. "Debts and interest were often payable on the ides" [Lewis].

Waffling Respect A haibun 1.14

heeding-haiku-with-ha-share-a-story

Waffling Respect                A haibun            1.14

Always having to be right - might just have a few drawbacks.

Or at least laughs behind your back. Surely you had to know

that we didn't care that when you moved that you had to bring

with you everything you ever owned because you were so

attached to the memory and less open to making new ones.

And so you just had to move your waffle iron with you across

several states. Forgetting your mental health. Which we all

thought was debatable anyway...

And so it came to pass that all of us children visited at the same

time. And you could cook us breakfast. Waffles. But the batter

stuck. And while one suggested that spray butter - you refused.

Went into a tizzy thinking you prepared the batter wrong. A sad

song with so many mouths to feed. Then it came to pass that

someone else trundled through not hearing the others' suggestion.

And without hesitation, sprayed the panel, which proved to be

the correct solution. The batter cooked and you shook, stunned.

After all who dared to tell you how to run your kitchen? Some of

the witnesses to this folly (I being one) had to snag another and

escape... our facial expressions would have given away our joy -

since you could not see yourself pout. Out we went, round the 

house. To laugh until we cried. Like the Emperor who trod the 

street in his best ‘see through treads’. You could not ‘bare witness’

to be corrected. So we erected our own memory.

ever wonder what

monumental moments are

savored behind you?

©JP/dh

Note: Children will always see things differently than their parents.
And then some children become... parents.   

swing and sway 1.13 Time Glass 17

swing and sway                     1.13

CD -time-glass-17-dance

swing and sway                    

pirouette on ice

carry my sweet one safely

to my waiting arms

then off we go toward different

rhythms, in not so still life

©JP/dh  

embraced by reality (a haibun) 1.11

embraced by reality           (a haibun)  1.11

Carpe Diem Prompt See CD 645
Photo by Al of a three masted sailing ship
MLM writing prompt 89
“Compassion for others begins with kindness to ourselves.” - Pema Chödrön

embraced by reality           (a haibun)  1.11

The few degrees warmer that this morning brought also woke the squirrels,

which he saw pass through the trees. He only ever asked ‘them’ to share

the bird seed. Perhaps he thought if it is my desire to feed birds I should also

feed those squirrels too instead of asking them to share - I should just provide

more seed...

He then let go of his curmudgeon grimaces caused by those he called thieving

squirrels. He let that emotion pass like a full sailed three master for a frown

offered him no comfort and the furred beasts with fluffed tails were only doing

what they would normally do...

It is I, he said who must find the harbor of compassion and let all wild beggars

have their fill without displaying my human characteristics which have little

influence upon natural courses...

arrow flights are curved

compassion is well rounded

sacred is the world

©JP/dh