Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #90: Crossroads: Summer Solstice Troiku Hineri

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This Short Night

this short night -

from a shallow well I scoop

a persimmon flower

Insomnia

this short night

like many others, sleepless

I dread the morning

this short night
my mind is filled with worry
rest cannot be found

like many others, sleepless
I try to find some comfort
in the quiet dark

I dread the morning
unwanted expectations
putting on my mask

From the Well

from a shallow well I scoop

water kept cool underground

safe from sun's harsh blaze

from a shallow well I scoop
another cup of water
binding me to earth

water kept cool underground
safe from the sun relentless
shaded from the heat

safe from the sun's harsh blaze
wish I was one with water
wish that I could hide

Persimmon Flower

a persimmon flower

holds the promise of autumn

solace from the heat

a persimmon flower
yellow petals and green leaves
floats on the surface

holds the promise of autumn
but what does autumn promise
but solace from heat

solace from the heat
the best that I can hope for
in this weary life

Yosa Buson & Cie

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The Peach

solstice splits

between the peach halves

a red stone sun

Solstice Splits

solstice splits

lovely flowers everywhere

unrelenting sun

solstice splits

beautiful harvest promised

nothing guaranteed

lovely flowers everywhere

I wish I could be happy

but nothing changes

unrelenting sun

beats down on another year

desiccating hope

Between the Peach Halves

between the peach halves

the promise of a future

more peaches next year

between the peach halves

the promise of a new tree

providing its shade

the promise of a future

but there are no guarantees

some win and some lose

more peaches next year

a momentary sweetness

in life hard and dry

Red Stone Sun

a red stone sun

holding the promise of life

within its hard shell

a red stone sun

color without warmth or light

shining nonetheless

holding the promise of life

promises not always kept

dreams don't always thrive

within its hard shell

sits the seed of tomorrow

yet unrealized

Jane & Cie

Notes:

Why do one or the other when you can do both?

Why kill when you can overkill?

The "sleigh" for the first Troiku Hineri was created by Yosa Buson (1716-1784).

The "sleigh" for the second Troiku Hineri was created by Jane Reichhold (1937 -2016).

All Horses of the Apocalypse are my own undoing.

Tan Renga Challenge 2019: Day 11: Tan Renga Hineri: Only Tracks

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late summer

alone on the beach

with only tracks

leading me to the unknown

who can know where the time goes?

I follow the tracks

to the melancholy sea

sorrow grips my voice

I remember who I was

I remember her lost dreams

Dreams impossible

foolish girl with head in clouds

she not of this world

she visited the seashore once

dreaming she could swim away

Jane & Cie

Note:

The first Hokku (Haiku) in this Tan Renga Hineri was created by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The other stanzas were created by me. 

N is for Naila's Nove Otto

Nighttime Memories

I try never to sleep at night

For that is when my thoughts take flight

And I remember how we were

To you it may be just a blur

But for me it was my whole world

Back when I was your dream-time girl

I won't let the memories stir

~Naila~

Nove Otto

The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.


Example #1:
Canebrake Whispers

Three a.m. and yet still awake.
Mournful call sounds from the canebrake—
South Lou'siana’s black night steams.
The rocking chair creaks hollowly,
on the slat porch- it drums dully.
Chemical plants glowing lights gleam,
creating soft worlds all their own.
The cane whispers its eerie drone,
as night waits her impending dream.

Copyright © 2006 Scott J. Alcorn

My poem was inspired by this great classic tune:

Yesterday's Dreams

 

Yesterday's Dreams

 

It’s not likely that anyone will ring soon

Asking me to star on stage or screen

That ship long ago sailed away

On the dark water of yesterday’s

Dreams that never came true

 

~Faycin A Croud~

 



Might As Well Be On the Moon

Once long ago and in a world far away

A delusional young woman with a head full of impossible dreams 

Accompanied her father on a plane trip to New York

To visit aging but still vital relatives

She believed that one day

She would often take to the sky

Flying high forever on those dreams

My relatives and my father are now all as dead as those foolish dreams

And hope for a better tomorrow

Might as well be on the moon

There are no second chances for mad fools

Who squandered their youth

That world is gone

And for me it is far too late

To make impossible dreams come true

Me

The Real Cie

Keeping it Real

Even when the truth hurts

Fading

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The dreams of my youth

Fading into the distance

With my dreams of love

~Dolly~

Heart of Night

 

The night is filled with infinite lies

Most of them told by you

After what you've done, you ignore my cries

You think you're the only one whose feelings matter

You like to pretend you're misconstrued

But because of you, my heart is far sadder

I thought you were my sweetest dream

But this is completely untrue

For you have never been what you seem

 

~Rose~

Pedantic

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PEDANTIC (adjective)

1 : of, relating to, or being a pedant(see pedant)

2 : narrowly, stodgily, and often ostentatiously learned

3 : unimaginative, pedestrian

Why is being pedantic

Being boring

Losing one’s dreams

Confining one’s spirit

Caging one’s soul

Somehow seen as a badge of honor

Do we really need an external hell?

Is not the destruction of the desire to create

Punishment enough?

~Faye~