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My response to the prompt
Pampas grass
blowin’ in the wind
(inspired by : Buson
aki sarike ikukani narinu kareobana
the day has come
when Autumn is over
dead pampas grass
© Buson)
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My response to the prompt
Carpe Diem # 82, Withered Mums
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mums on doorstep
frost withers ~ snow covers
return to dust
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My response to the prompt
Carpe Diem # 294, Orchids
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orchids in winter
cheer short days ~ long nights
warmth of wood stove
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Posted by Kristjaan Panneman:
Here are the prompts to “play again” from our CDHK history:
Carpe Diem # 68, Winter Grasses
Carpe Diem # 82, Withered Mums
Carpe Diem # 294, Orchids
This GW-post you can see as the introduction to our new Carpe Diem Haiku Kai feature “Time-machine” in which we will “play again” with prompts from our CDHK history.
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My response to the prompt:
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snow forts
dug in feet of snow
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She has written a nice GW-post (#37) about Robert Frost.
Winter is upon us and there’s no doubt about it.
The other evening I was sitting by the fireplace reading Robert Frost, one of my favorite poets. Unlike most of Frost’s poems his poem Dust of Snow has an essential quality about it that reminds me of a haiku.
We tend to think of Frost as always having written longish poems, but in fact he was very proud of his small compact poems. His Pulitzer Prize winning book of poetry, published in 1923 entitled “New Hampshire” contains many of his short poems for example, “Fire and Ice” or “Nothing Gold Can Stay” and “Dust of Snow” which is his shortest poem … One sentence in eight lines (two stanza), all but two are monosyllabic and yes … that means 17 syllables per stanza, a coincidence or had Frost come into contact with haiku at that early date?
Contemplating this poem, we see that a lot of its effect is derived from paradoxes … dust being related usually to something dirty, the fact that he was in a bad mood before the crow dumped snow down on him, which usually would put someone in a bad mood. I’m thinking that like a haiku, reading this poem can give us many layers of meanings outside of the 32 words.
I would invite you to read Robert Frost’s Poem and write about a similar incident using either a haiku or a tanka.
Dust of Snow
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
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Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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Kristjaan Panneman writes:
It’s a wonderful post, a similar with our Carpe Diem Distillation feature … so let this poem by Robert Frost inspire you to write an all new haiku (or tanka). It may be a distillation from the poem or inspired on the poem.
sudden gust of wind
snow swirls down on me
makes me shiver
© Chèvrefeuille
Hm … a nice one … brings nice memories into my mind … my happy childhood. I see that same happiness in the eyes of my children and grandchildren … awesome.
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(c) 6/2013 Saradunn… Purple lupine
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I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.
I drew
the long clusters of wisteria
that move like waves
my pain will end yet
in the little garden
I had them plant
seeds of autumn flowers
the birch found its leaves –
my grief in green
Queen Anne’s Lace and chicory
in their swirling dance –
how the autumn-brown stalks
make me dream of summer
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