A First Attempt on a Photo Challenge (#19 "while you were sleeping") by Mindlovemisery's menagerie "seeking for relief"

Credits: Photo by Martin Stranka

Good day dear friends and followers,

Just a few minutes ago I ran into a wonderful Wordpress Weblog called Mindlovemiserys menagerie a wonderful WP-blog and this photo about which this photo challenge is ... asked my attention immediately. I asked myself "What does this photo say to me?" An I tried to answer that question ... A young guy stands on the edge of a canyon. He looks down, he is maybe sad or disappointed in life or in someone. As I looked closer I saw a 'wound' at his heart ... I think this guy has a broken heart, his girl- or boy-friend left him. Is he in an excistential crises? I think he suffers of his lost love and intends to step out of life. This photo gives me the shivers, and a feeling of strong sadness.

The goal of this challenge is to write a poem or a short story inspired on this photo ... so here I go ...

seeking for relief
aching of a broken heart -
love isn 't forever

© Chèvrefeuille

I am a Dutch haiku poet and I have a few weblogs about haiku. Haiku is my passion and it gives me the opportunity to give words to my feelings.

My Dreams Wander

Dear friends and followers,

As you all maybe know I am hosting a daily haiku-meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. This almost gone month July we had all wonderful haiku written by the ''big-five'' (Basho, Chiyo-Ni, Buson, Issa and Shiki). Today (July 31st) I published the last episode of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai of July and that last episode was a haiku by Matsuo Basho (1644-1694). It was his last poem ever, or also called, his death-poem. Here is Basho's death-poem:

ill on a journey
my dreams start to wander
across dessicated fields

© Matsuo Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)

It's very common in classical  times that poets wrote their death-poem, the last poem of their life. It's however not my intention to write my death-poem already, but I like that custom a lot ... maybe my death-poem will be once carved in my tombstone, but that's not up to me.
How would my death-poem sound? What would it say? I don't know ... it's not my time to pass away ...

My response, my inspired haiku based on Basho's death-poem is the following:

my dreams wander
along the path of my life ...
Honeysuckle blooms

Honeysuckle blooms
sharing her sweet perfume
I dream away

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... I hope you did like this post .... see you next time ...

Namaste