“In Flanders Field” by John McCrae:In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.© John McCrae
in a foreign field
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies (c) JRB
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies…..jrb
|Credits: Popol-Vuh (2)|
The Popol-Vuh is a manuscript
in which the Creation
other Mayan Mythology stories
This episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
is about the Creation according to the Popol Vuh.
|Credits: Popol-Vuh (1)|
There are four deities,
three in a celestial realm
collectively called Tepeu and Heart of Heaven
another on the terrestrial plane
gods attempted to create living beings
so that they may be praised
and venerated by their creation.
Their first attempts
(animals, mud man, and wooden man)
they lacked speech, souls, and intellect.
“This the Forefathers did,
Tepeu and Gucumatz, as they were called.
After that they began to talk about the creation
and the making of our first mother and father;
of yellow corn and of white corn
they made their flesh;
of cornmeal dough
they made the arms and the legs of man.
Only dough of corn meal
went into the flesh of our first fathers,
the four men, who were created. […]
And as they had the appearance of men,
they were men;
they talked, conversed, saw
and heard, walked, grasped things;
they were good and handsome men,
and their figure was the figure of a man.”
Women were created later
while the first four men slept.
bright come hither signs
long ago on
“how many calories
in a Snickers candy bar? ”
“if you break it in half
and shook the invisible candy bar
“pouring” the calories out
Photo 2014 Kathabela Wilson
(On the campus in Shanghai
there is a small forest.
There are very large birds there,
mostly white, some darker ones.
They build large sturdy nests
near the tops of every tree.
There are hundreds.
They look like cranes, or maybe herons?
I have never seen so many at once.
They sing loudly all day long.
Many people seem to know about them when I ask .
|Credits: Sedna, Goddess of the Seas|
Our inspiration prompt for this haiku is:
Meanwhile SEDNA’s father was tearing his furs in anguish.
Poor SEDNA clutched at the side of the kayak,
Many many years have passed since then.
(c) 2014 Basket of Baby’s Breath Hugs and silk flowers from
on a snowy day
the sun appeared and cheered me
Over 20 years ago,
a friend, who has since died,
told me the white baby’s breath
flowers each signified a hug
for when I needed a friend ~
she’d always be near ====
grade school dragged
went on and on ~ I wondered
living to graduate *
May 5 Equal
pastry to share
bigger half the prize
one cuts, one chooses first
May 11: ESSENCE.
white silk blouse, leather skirt, pearls
white shoulders lingers
|Credits: Chakekenapok became the mountains|
Today’s episode for inspiration:
Unfortunate deconstructed deity and God of Grapevines
Somewhere along the line, when the Great Manitou was playing with ducks and sticks,
and making a raft into a world-sized island, and creation was going at a cracking pace,
some mother who had been a deity gave birth to four divine sons.
Chakekenapok was her last born son, as sadly his mother died at his birth.
This was doubly unfortunate for him, as the oldest brother Manabozho blamed Chakekenapok
for this disaster and declared himself the protector of humanity.
Then another brother, Chibiabos, died and became protector of the dead.
Chakekenapok worked out how to make flints and fire and to take care of winter.
However Manabozho would not leave him alone —
they fought and knocked hell out of each other when and wherever they met.
With a piece of magic deer horn,
Manabozho eventually managed to knock poor old Chakekenapok to pieces.
Some became flint, his bones became the roots of mountains,
and his squidgy insides turned into grapevines.
So it wasn’t all bad. The last brother Wabasso took over fire duties.
Chakekenapok became a part of the creation and even in this time
we can enjoy his beauty in the mountains and the grapevines.
.(c) July 19, 1998 Saradunn. Signature Red Chairs at Indian Point, Town Hill, Maine, USA.
Photo copywrite 2014 Marilyn Severance Garnett
With Marilyn’s permission, I made a photo with a tag for the first generation of nurses in this family that is now starting the fourth generation of serving the families of Maine, USA, with tender, loving and knowledgeable care. I trained and worked with Marilyn… a super super nurse… a fine family tradition. I remembered when her grand-daughter, Emerald, was born when I saw the prompt.
You all may chuckle… my computer is in the shop and on a temporary machine… got it going late Monday…just figured out how to get into my blog ! Hope to be more regular with my posts again… they are giving it a good overhaul. It was when I locked myself out forgetting or mistyping my passwords that I had to get help. First at the Senior College computer center and then at the store I bought the laptop… they know me well, and treat me well … smiles.
written for facebook page.
NaHaiWriMo facebook site encourages
other than the standard 5-7-5 haiku forms.
It is a place to have fun, play creatively,
experiment, try something new, practice
writing haiku daily.