poetry

weekly photo challenge: change

In a new WordPress post created for this week’s challenge, share a picture that says CHANGE

one strand of hair

entangled in a hairbrush

a telling  – of age

change

The Brook

First time I passed the brook

it filled my eye.

The second time

it was a tiny snake.

The next few times

I only heard it cry

Behind me – I was afraid

for my own sake. ~G Burce Bunao

cees fun foto challenge: road

This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is all about Road of any type as long as the road is visible … streets of  Dublin, Ireland

On, on I travel

Though I fall and die, let it be

In fields of clover ~Sora*

street1

Along this road

going with no one

autumn evening ~Basho

street2

Shinano road —

how many nights now

that moon on the eves? ~Issa

*cited in:

The Narrow Road to Oku

Matsuo Basho

Trans: Donald Keene

cee’s fun foto challenge: texture

young sparrows, get out of the way!

get out of the way! 

a great horse is coming by! ~Issa*

—

come play with me!

You, little sparrow

motherless sparrow! ~Issa*

texture1

*cited in:

The Classic Tradition of Haiku

Ed:  Faubion Bowers

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: circles and curves

 This week’s Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is:  circles and curves

just myself

also, one fly

– an enormous house ~ Issa*

cee'sfotofuncircles

*cited in:

Inch by Inch

Trans: Nanao Sakaki

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life

Is my mind elsewhere

Or has it simply not sung?

Hototogisu

~Ihara Saikaku (1642-1693)*

creating images

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in My Life. Another multi-photo challenge! Make sure you include picture captions to explain to people what they’re seeing, and experiment with the tiled galleries.

*Hototogisu, translated as cuckoo, wood thrush and sometimes nightingale.

The bird’s song is a strong but mournful cry.

It is said to die after singing 8,008 times.

It is also known as the “bird of time,”

“messenger of death” and “bird of disappointed love,”

and flies back and forth from this world to the next.

Confucian axiom: If one’s mind is elsewhere, one will look but not see, listen but not hear

cited in:

The Classic Tradition of Haiku

Edited by:  Faubion Bowers

photo friday: springtime

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth*

photofridspring

Snow yet remaining

The evening slopes are misty –

An evening in spring. ~Iio Sogi**

cited in:

*John Connolly, The Wrath of Angels

**Faubion Bowers, The Classic Tradition of Haiku

accompany you home

leaf waterfall

Dear Larry,

as the winter winds travel across Wyoming’s landscape

the swirling snow releases its memories of you, lost upon Casper Mountain

its frigid touch awakens me to imagine your

aloneness in that wilderness of blinding snow

cries, deafened by the river of winds,

calling out in hope for

a human form to emerge out of the whiteness

the warmth of a human hand

the sound of a voice, comforting you

to accompany you home.

as I become lost within this winter’s swirling thoughts

the river winds tear into my soul

releasing tears arising from

the darkness of grief’s aloneness, seeking

a knowing to emerge out of ignorance’s darkness

you found peace

within a loving presence

that embraced you

and accompanied you home –

until then may refuge be found within the nature of things.