in the stillness
between the arrival of guests
the peonies
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awaiting the sound of steps
eyes droop down under spring sun
* The haiku is written by Buson and the two following verses are my creation, complimenting Buson’s haiku. For Carpe Diem Tan Renga #6.
women pounding rocks
tribulation of hard life
death-drop down the hill
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* I have seen the local women of the hilly areas cutting down the mountain rocks in order to make way for building up the road on the hills and the drop down from such an elevation.. its treacherous. But they have no other choice, this is a simple tribulation of their daily life in order to earn a living. For Carpe Diem # 243 Tribulation.
reflecting shadows
puddles of water on fields
workers in sedge hats
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fields filled with water
men descends to place seedlings
gilded performers
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women in kasa
traditional performance
the paddies planted
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bow down in prayer
planting the mother earth’s womb
promising fine crops
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young girls singing songs
hoping for a good harvest
time for festival
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aura of dances
enhanced crop’s vitality
melodies in air
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220
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music of rain on pavement
lost in memories
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out of oblivion
clouds shade the sky in its cloak
the first drops fell down
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a midsummer rain
relieving yearning pupils
a solace from heat
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elevated Sun
drizzling clouds in the sunshine
look for the rainbow
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the midsummer’s day
longest in glory and rays
washed down by the rain
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looking through window
a play of the rain droplets
meditating life
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 219
Under the star light, he silently moved towards her.
She was sitting on the pier, gazing at the ripples of water, appearing on the sea surface. They were on a vacation and he was in a weird mood all the time.
“Baby”
She heard his voice and looked back. He had a sharp knife, clenched in his left hand with a mad look in his eyes. She was speechless, her mouth gasped open. Coming back to her senses, she shrieked.
“Listen, baby”
She wailed a long cry for help.
Lights switched on and people came pouring out, some spreading torchlight to brighten the night in front of them.
“What?”
“What happened?”
“Who was that?”
“Did you hear…?”
“Mom, I am afraid.”
“Hey, do you know?”
Rushing towards the location, they saw the entire scene; a mad man with a knife going to kill a young woman.
“Hey…,” a brave man moved ahead, talking to the man with the knife, “Throw that away. You can’t do anything to her now.”
“But…”
“Throw it away.”
He threw it away.
“And what is in you right hand. What are you hiding?”
He brought his hand forward to show a chocolate cake, resting on his palm.
A wave of shock fell across the peering crowd and the muttering started again.
“It is for my wife. It is her birthday; so I brought across a cake for her to cut down under the celestial light. It was a surprise,” he meekly said and started to cry.
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* Written in response of the Trifecta Challenge: Light
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