curtains put aside
the conscious stirs to wake up
joyous morning rays
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touch of joy on skin
walking along aimlessly
rhythm of foot steps
* For Carpe Diem # 240.
* The first Right2Write Prompt is open for submissions. Do participate..
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Aki Chikashi (Autumn Near) Haiku
silent noise around
a lonely stroll down the street
finding my way back
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looking at the sky
warm sun caressing the cheeks
lips begin to hum
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 234. I know these haiku do not particularly match today’s theme. But it resonates with what nearing autumn means to me. The end of summer for me is the time when I can go for a stroll around in the city; being solitary even when I am am surrounded by a crowd. Autumn here is quite different; the trees do not shed leaves this time of the year. It is not so beautiful but it is beautiful, for it also marks the arrival of the major festivities. I now remember the autumn of the last year- it was peaceful, and it was a respite from the difficult time. I smiled, I talked to people- there was an unflinching voice within me reminding me of what I have been through and cautioning of what would happen in the future, but still I found some really good moments. Today at this stage I long for them, like when I was at that stage, I longed for a further gone away past. I have never been able to understand my longings for something which has gone or for something which resides in my fantasies. But it is so and I live with it everyday.
Painting: A 100 Word Story
“Attention!”
Bright sunlight pierced his eyes as he stepped into the fine painting and heard a loud baritone, “Attention!”
He looked around to find out the place of origin of the deep voice. But there was nobody around nearby, except for a guard standing alert with a rifle facing upwards, held in his palms; his face impassive, devoid of any emotions and his dark eyes sparkling.
There were people at a distance but he was sure nobody could see him and the still life beside him.
“What are you looking at?” spoke someone from behind.
He returned back to the reality.
copyright –Managua Gunn
*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.
Takenoko/Bamboo Shoots Haiku
going up and up
reaching for eternity
rigid, tall and straight
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evergreen bamboo
shoots cut down and thinly sliced
boiled, to feast upon
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survival circles
displayed around the body
every few inches
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ward off the evil
takenoko surrounding
lonely Shinto shrine
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wet and slippery
showered in the morning rain
a bamboo-poet writes
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a childish cutter
gash shining stalk of bamboo
emerge moon goddess
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shedding those gold tears
watching in pain, her moon world
born from bamboo stalk
* Written for Carpe Diem # 217 Takenoko/Bamboo Shoots
* The last two haiku are derived from a Japanese folktale; The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I came to know about it in a Japanese cartoon show once.
Sylvia Plath- her voice still echoes around…
Here is my tribute to Sylvia Plath; a villanelle-
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