if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

if my father were here–
dawn colors
over green fields ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.

“For remembrance of her I wanted to write about her,”… but I stopped short with the words, “Ink seems to have frozen up, I cannot write any more.” *
How shall I gather memories of my sister?
The stream of letters is congealed.
No comfort may be found in icicles
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The continuous writing of the cursive Japanese characters is often compared to a meandering river. “Ink seems to have frozen up” means that her eyes are dim with tears, and no more she can write continuously and flowingly.
spring breeze–
the pine on the ridge
whispers it ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

“[Frank Meadow] Sutclifffe rarely left Whitby, where his portrait studio kept him busy, and said that we was ‘tethered for the greater part of each year by a chain, at the most only a mile or two long.’ To most modern photographers this would seem a crippling restriction, but Shutcliffe gradually realized that is was an asset to him as a photographer since it forced him to concentrate on the transitory effects that would transform familiar scenes.” (cited: Frank Meadow Sutcliffe, the Aperture History of Photography Series: Aperture 1979
While I dreamed of traveling during those long-hours filled with work and family responsibilities, I find that Frank Shutcliffe’s creative work serves to move me toward greater acceptance of being “tethered” during this retirement period with the challenge to open myself to the “transitory effects” of nature that transforms the landscape close to home.
Image, haiku, and excerpt from Aperture submitted in response to Patti’s (P. A. Moed) lens-artists photo challenge: nature.
in the long day
scribbling on a wall…
eyes, nose ~Issa (www.haiku.guy)




Images of artists’ creation of the emotional expressions of eyes submitted in response to Jenn’s (Traveling at Wits End) photo challenge: eyes.
such stillness
the cries of yesterday
sink into reflections

in morning shadows
he passes through the barrier gate…
with paper fan ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

hop on over to Tina’s to join this week’s lens-artist’s challenge: shadows
Unable to discern the form of You,
I see Your presence all around.
Filling my eyes with the love of You,
my heart is humbled,
for You are everywhere. ~ (Trans: Priya Hemenway: The Book of Everything Journey of the Heart’s Desire Hakim Sanai’s Walled Garden of Truth)

the children
make it a playground…
burnt field ~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)

as you wander through my dreams
this aged soul wonders…
do our yesterday’s greet you?

Scattered petals gather on the road,
more colorful than the blossoms on the
branches. ~Hatsui Shizue (K Rexroth & I Atsumi, The Burning Heart)

All are lonely,
Yet are you much more than any –
You who still wait?

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