le Mont Royale (haiga)

Mountain view
city lights at night
victim of beauty

Carpe Diem Writing techniques “the basics”

March winds (haiga)

waves in the sky
March winds blow her hat off
rolling clouds

Carpe Diem, Getting back to basics writing techniques

taps the soul (haiga)

Back to Basics – Carpe Diem Writing Techniques

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holding folded flag
bugle sounds that tap the soul
weeping for her son

weeping for her son
honour does not spare a life,
curses every war

cherished droplets (haibun)

@ Danimatie – Deviantart “Raindrops in the water”

Walking home after school in spring, she drags her feet singing “Cherish” under her breath. The sun was still shining but a few clouds started moving overhead slowly. She hardly noticed droplets on her chin. Looking up she smiles, knowing somewhere there will be a rainbow.

dancing softly
tiny puddles on the river
raindrops

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warm droplets
kiss her eyelashes
sun winks

tripping over feet (HAIGA – TROIKU)

(c) Clr '15 — (c) Clr ’15 – Flickr ntouch.roberts

pushing
race to the métro
extend my cup

pushing
shoving past me
never see me

race to the métro
tripping over tired feet
cup tips over

extend my cup
whispering my mantra,
clink of a coin

A Troiku is a new form of haiky created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem.

Written for Heeding Haiku with HA at MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie – Free Reign

a perfect day (haiga)

a perfect day
sky so blue
surreal

sun aglow
warms winter’s hands
melting snow

I burst with love
from every pore
to feel so prised
and ever more
heart melted like sun stroked frost
frozen ponds and icy streams

this felt just like
those corny dreams
it was in fact
a perfect day
a birthday spell
that fills my heart
still feel it swell.

icicles
would surely melt
my heart’s aglow

spring bath (haiga)

https://i0.wp.com/icons.wunderground.com/data/wximagenew/p/pscheffler/28.jpg — © wunderground

chirping

communal bath

mud puddle

Carpe Diem “Puddles”

jamming (haiga)

jazz-photo-haiga-clr — Smokey Bar © JazzonTheTube.com Edited: Clr ’15

Jazz Fest turns in
crowds in smoky jazz bar
night is still young
jammin’ until five a.m.
listening to Vic Vogel
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smokey bar
sultry jazz oozes
amber’s heat