trodden underfoot jewel-hued leaves have faded berries stole their crown Kim M. Russell, 15th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1781 The Quest for A New Masterpiece Continues: Colourful Autumn This month’s theme, ‘Never Change A Winning Team’, focuses on haiku and today our challenge you to create new haiku masterpieces about ‘Colourful Autumn’.
same old pond behind yellow roses the splash of a frog Kim M. Russell, 14th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1780 The Old Pond by Basho Today we have a ‘Revise That Haiku’ challenge, in which we have been given one of the best-known haiku by Matsuo Basho, as well as the story […]
so many haiku between cliff and eternity into the unknown Kim M. Russell, 12th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1779 Cliffs of Moher: a tribute to Jane Reichhold Today our inspiration comes from a haiku written by Hamish Managua Gunn (a.k.a. Pirate), a tribute to Jane Reichhold: the temptation at the chalk cliff […]
Holding up my purring cat to the moon I sighed. Jack Kerouac rain on the window cup of hot tea in my hand purring with the cat Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1778 Free-styling haiku In a new episode of Carpe Diem’s ‘Never Change A Winning Team’ month, in […]
between passing moons even the fish are waiting in cricket silence between passing moons constellations are clearer cosmic dot-to-dots even the fish are waiting beneath frosted leaves the pond hesitates in cricket silence autumn performs her striptease distant thunderclap Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1777 Classical and non-classical in […]
under moonless sky arranging the plum flowers by waning lamplight Kim M. Russell, 7th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1776 arranging the plum-flowers (Taigi) Today we have ‘reprise’ of an episode of ‘Revise That Haiku’, a special feature which challenges us to revise a given haiku by one of the classical haiku […]
morning glory! the well bucket-entangled, I ask for water Chiyo-Ni fresh dewdrops from petalled cups collect in my open palm […]