Monday June 23, 2014 tanka prompt:
gifts from friends
photo (c) 9/19/2011 Brina DeBeck Trenton, Maine, USA, plein aire, watercolor on YUPO by Saradunn
tall grass ~ tree stump camouflage
red haired beauty
1 foundput some place safe
a clue won’t be found soon
hidden in plain sight
4 finchfinch in plain sight
munching away at feeder
cat views with desire
(c) 2014 photo flag flown over Afghanistan The Art of Sigrid Saradunn
flag from war zone
relects in neighbors window
what pain has it seen
a friend had given it to my neighbor…
it had flown in Afgahastan
blue flag iris
by Asticou pond
blowing in the wind.
ducklings cross street
Fri 6/13 full
honey moon color of gold
supersitious look upward
and down ~ no black cats
….our prompt is Hot Springs and is a very clear prompt I think
so I don’t have to explain it. Here is the haiku which Jane Reichhold uses as an example for this kigo.
not far from the desert sun
bubbling hot springs
in dry desert sands
soaked in hot springs
home in the stars
….I (Kris. P. our host) wasn’t inspired to compose a new haiku on this prompt, but I thought “I have to share a haiku, so I have sought through all my haiku”, but couldn’t find a haiku on this prompt. So I love to share a haiku by Basho:
yuno nagori kayoi wa hada no samukara n
tonight my skin
will miss the hot spring
it seems colder
© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
Posted by Kristjaan Panneman
Earlier in June, Kathabela Wilson
on Tanka Poets on Site, facebook,
had a similar prompt during her
travels in Japan.
My tanka post on the hot springs
Hakone’s winding roads
mountains ~ lakes iconic scenes
beauty on every turn
hot springs bath -Mt Fuji in view
after midnight ~ couple shares best bath
When I lived in Japan, the hot spring
baths were divided by gender.
The women’s bath was plain and
utilitarian, the men’s much nicer
The hotel clerk said the men’s side
was seldom used after midnight and
we could both use it then. (it was huge
and room for many people).
Kathabela Wilson wrote in response to my post
about the hot springs baths:
Dear friends, I had severe computer problems for several months
and finally broke down and got a new laptop… hope to be posting
on a regular basis again and reading your post too…
Blogging and posting and working my way thru the reading of
posts became a chore and no longer fun… Now I am hoping things
will be fun and joyful and on a roll again !
photo from the Peeps photo site
Wednesday June 11, 2014 prompt: the details of celebration
(traditions made by you or others) from Takayama, Japan
(my response tanka at the end in blue)
(Walking into the immense exhibition hall
of intricately carved wooden “floats”
in Takayama the variety and beauty
of human celebration gleamed
amidst glass reflections of amazing detail.
When they are in action,
twice a year the floats
are pulled across the red bridges of Takayama
and through the streets with traditional music
and is a great and beloved spectacle.
Many have large marionettes
as part of their carvings,
one float takes eight puppeteers
to enact the traditional gestures.
There are in all of our personal histories,
detailed traditions that are dear and intricate,
and many that we ourselves create,
more private, personal,
but with the same kind of powerful significance
that grows with repetition,
and becomes more intricate.
When we were in the giant glass exhibition hall
I was reminded of my tradition of saving broken things,
my clear jars filled with colorful wonders,
the collection growing more intricate
(and humorous- it even contains my two small red cameras
that stopped working with their lenses stuck out on our last trip to Japan! )
The clear glass viewing jars
seem opposite and miniature
and yet in tune with
the glorious spectacle before us.
Also the celebration of friends
about to happen tonight,
came happily to my imagination.
During the visit in Hakone,
where we travel today,
some traditional meeting details
will be enacted for sure.
Mariko Kitakuboand I
will one of the days where our “twin dresses”
(costumes of celebration)
we bought together on Catalina Island.
I have the kimono she gave me in my suitcase…
and there are other happy gestures
that are details of our play.
Kris Kondo will also join us,
and I will wear the fantastic earrings
she made as part of my costume.
All the details and objects of association
become like family treasures,
cherished and brought out
especially for the occasions of our meetings.
What detailed traditional objects and ceremonies
have you created yourself,
simple or elaborate,
that have strong associations,
meanings of the heart for you?
Also family traditions
that are unique to place and personal creation?
How do they open in meaning and power in your tanka?)
visiting “the sisters”
peeps and chocolate sublime
(One of the highlights of this trip happened already!
It was to meet with Yiwei Huang.
home from Singapore
where he was getting his Phd
was assigned 3 years ago
to show us his home city of Nanjing
and to lead us up Yellow Mountain.
Our glorious adventures
and our poetic collaborations
joined our hearts,
and he has translated hundreds
of your tanka written for Tong Zhang
and performed them a year ago
for her by visiting with a power point.
Now he is beginnng more translations
of your newer tanka on her art.
He is here for the conference
and the joyous nature of the reunion is evident.
What have been your reunions on your journey?
of reuniting with Johannes Siemons,
who was our host two years ago in Tuscany
where we lived with him for a week
in the 14th century stone house
he restored there in the small village in Caprio.
We have traveled many times with him,
our ideal traveling companion
and to be together is a joy and inspiration.
How have reunions on your journey
been important to your life and art,
how do they sing in your tanka?)
(c) 2014 A neighbors window reflects the American flag 6/6/2014
70th anniversary of D-Day.
Thanks to all who gave their lives
(c) 2014 Gary Blankenship … lily for the buoy project with Sigrid Saradunn
haiku and Tanka Poets on Site.
a buzz in my ear
does not know the damage
asleep on a hammock
I should hear the buzzing
of my life changing
tomato in standing water
little black specks
hatch into my life