During early summer evenings we love to sit high above the ground amongst the trees on our deck. We will have desert and a “nip” while we are mesmerized watching the Chimney Swifts or Swallows. True aerialists, they feed high above the trees on evening insects, their twittering vocals sometimes shrill and keen. A true bug-fest that ends as the sun goes down. Then all becomes calm and the insects begin their song.
swallows twittering above the foliage – last meal of the day
Photo Credit: Photobucket
Haiku (own voice – the real prompt)
summer evening singing – sounding like an old vacuum cleaner
barefoot in xian … we meet at the drum tower
The word rose is being used to represent the heart chakra … it is also a summer Kigo or season word. I think that I have read somewhere that one should only use one kilo in a haiku. I think. Of course that is not particularly helpful since I don’t know.
climbing rose vine – soft red petal pathway
blazing sun dips into cool evening water – mosquitoes buzzing
Sound side OBX 2007 – sunset.
a ball a symbol of wholeness
a circle a continuum of love
yin and yang balanced
the world as one
love is all that there is
circle or ball speaks to wholeness – summer rain
sitting quietly gathering power – cloud peaks
Haiku: prompt – orange
old and weak celebrating armed forces day – agent orange
Mr. Takahashi was an Japanese immigrant in the US when WWII broke out. He desired citizenship which is why he served in the Merchant Marines for four years. But this did not help him in his goal. He joined the US Army, was taken prisoner of war in Japan. Yet when the war was over and he returned home … no citizenship. A congressman stepped in and got him his citizenship. He became a doctor serving US veterans of WWII. He and his family returned to Japan to visit … his tears did not stop flowing.
prisoner of war returns to japan – mixture of sweat and tears
Haiku – for NaHaiWriMo
barefoot in the sea – hermit crab tickles my foot
Gogyohshi – for Magpie Tales
serene and scenic the river is peaceful
i dangle my toes into the water’s coolness
i know that today is for thinking of peace
will there ever be peace in sudan
Photo of Stainforth River by Irwell prompt for Magpie Tales
I met a young lady this evening while dining with friends. She was fifteen. She was strong out of necessity. She had a mother who did not care, nor did she demonstrate any sense of caring. I knew that there was a terrible lack of intimacy in her life. I was deeply saddened for her. We spoke a good bit. I saw myself in her when I was her age … however she was emotionally more, more what? I will say “more with it” as I cannot pass the judgement of her being more emotionally mature than I at that age. We connected and I hope that I can keep that connection.
large spring moon -an intimate moment shared by all