Haiku Heights "Endurance" #112

Also published for: The Poetry Picnic of the Gooseberry Garden

Another Haiku Heights Saturday has come. I first thought with this prompt "endurance" I couldn't write a haiku. So I have searched for the meaning of endurance and after that I searched for some synonyms which I could maybe use to write a few haiku at least one haiku.
I found the following synonyms: ability, bearing, cool, courage, patience, strength and guts. I will not use them all, but I have a vision for writing a haiku.

bearing the cross
along the Via Dolorosa -
spring has come


spring has come
her patience was strong
during the winter


during the winter
nature is growing in strength
to bloom again in spring


to bloom again in spring
we need the strength of who was
bearing the cross

Have a good weekend.

The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic wk 24 "free linking"

For the: Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic

For this weeks "free linking" I have search my haiku archive and have found a wonderful haibun (prose with haiku) about Autumn. I hope you enjoy this read :-)

AUTUMN


departing summer
days become shorter -
the full moon

The above haiku expresses my feelings in the fall. It is now September and fall will soon come. Each season has its charm, but my heart beats more rapidly as autumn approaches. Autumn, the season of renunciation. Saying goodbye to summer and get ready for winter. The trees lose their leaves, after they have had all the colors you can imagine.

The days are getting shorter, the weather changes in to rough rains and storms.

Saying goodbye ... surely that is the keyword for fall.

From the haiku tradition, the moon is at its most beautiful in the fall. Living in Japan this thought is at least very strong. Here in the West moon viewing is best in winter. Maybe that's true, but ... I'm just a Western haiku poet who is really oriented on the east and therefore more at home with the thoughts that the autumn moon is the best.

I like the moon in autumn. I can enjoy the sight of the moon, our natural satellite. In autumn the moon is mysterious and can work miracles. That feeling I expressed in the above haiku, but also in many other haiku.

light of the full moon
shines through colored leaves
at last ... autumn

Sincerely,
 
 

Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic on New York Times headlines

Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic

For this weeks Poetry Picnic the headlines of The New York Times are the prompt. So I read The NT and came on with the next haiku:

mad America
Giants head for superbowl
wild boars


excited
the Snowy Owl has come back
to the States

Well ... I have to read The New York Times to write new haiku I think. I didn't expected this was so nice to do. Thanks for this "prompt" Taylor.

Happy Poetry Picnic :)

Spring, colors, new live and trees

Also for The Poetry Rally week 60


The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic week 22

 Another week has gone. Time flies like sand through your fingers. This weeks theme for the Poetry Picnic is Spring, colors, new live and trees. So I have to write some nice haiku about Spring. The season in which nature again comes to live. It's a lovely season to write haiku about. So here we go.

laying down
beneath the young leaves
the teenage boys


Ah! the cherry trees
in the cool spring breeze -
Ah! that perfume

such happiness
the young cherry tree
comes in bloom


this sunset
colors the white cherry
Ah! such a beauty

Credits: cherry trees in the evening

cherry blossoms
in the evening light
so fragile


the cherry trees
I am longing to sleep
under their colors


Happy Poetry Picnic

The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic "children"

The Gooseberry Garden's Poetry Picnic

For The Gooseberry Garden a few haiku about children and their actions. It wasn't easy, but I have search my data base of haiku and found some nice haiku with children as theme (or their actions). There could be a haiku you have read earlier on this weblog, but also new ones:

on the beach
next to the prints of the little boy
an empty shell

peacock throne

my granddaughter
wedged between the cushions
on the peacock throne

a peacock throne is a large chair with a large fan-like back


the little child sobs
'I want to cross it!' -
the rainbow bridge

on bare feet
a street urchin plays
in the snow


the pouring rain
young boys playing on the beach
soaking wet


an abandoned shell
cracks under the foot of a child -
cicadas singing


little birdie, little birdie!
the little child screams
on the golf course

look daddy!
the little child yelled
the full moon

And a last one, about questions of children.

cochlea (or snail house)

empty cochlea
hidden under fallen leaves
'where lives that snail?'

Well I think this has to be it. Children, love them, they are so pure and honest.

Sincerely,

Until the next Poetry Picnic.

Looking forward a new year has come

The Poetry Picnic

For the Poetry Picnic of The Gooseberry Garden I have written the following haiku.

new years day
the fireworks
are the same

looking forward
listening to the wind of New Year
the rustling of trees

in my garden
on New Years Day
a tree in bloom

a whole new year
lays in front of me
what shall it bring?


Sincerely,


HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL

GOOSEBERRYGARDEN's Poetry Picnic on "nostalgia"

Gooseberrygarden's Poetry Picnic

I am invited to the Poetry Picnic of the Gooseberrygarden to write some new poems, in my case haiku. I am grateful that they have invited me (again) to join in. The theme for this Poetry Picnic is families, memories and nostalgia. Very well chosen themes, but not easy to write upon. So I have chosen for the theme "nostalgia".
This weeks contribution to the Poetry Picnic is based on a haiku by Matsuo basho (1644-1694), a haikumaster and my "idol".

if taken into my hand
melting in the heat of tears
autumn frost

This verse by Basho touches me deep. It's about his mother who died when he was a young boy. In the preface of this haiku he is saying the following:

"At the beginning of September I came back home. It was already long since my mother had died. The grass in front of mother's room had withered in the frost. Everything had changed. The hair of my brother and sisters was white and they had wrinkles between their eyebrows. We could only say: 'We are fortunate to be still alive'. My elder brother openend an amulet case and said reverently to me. 'Look, at mother's white hair. You have come back after such a long time. So this is like the Tamate box of Urashim Taro (an old legend in japan). Your eyebrows have become white'. We wept for a while and then I composed this verse.(Source: Jane Reichhold's Old Pond: Basho's (almost) thousand haiku)


This verse of Basho is not a well known one, but it touches me so deep, because it brings painful memories. My Grandparents are all gone and also my elder brother died. As I look into the mirror my hair is starting to become grey. When my brother was still alive he surely would be grey because he was several years older.

As inspired by this haiku of basho I wrote:

life passes -
in the early sunlight
the ripe melts


frost on the branches
melts in the early sunlight
life passes

Credits: Ripe on bare trees

my hair turned grey
as if it was the frost
on bare branches


a pebble
thrown into the old pond
in an eye blink it's gone

This haiku has the same tone and sense of the one by Basho. Ripe melting in the sunlight goes fast. Life also goes fast and just like the ripe in the sunlight life passes. I think this is the meaning of writing haiku. Life is a fleeting world. Just like time flies our life passes by in just a moment, in just an eye blink.

Happy Poetry Picnic,

Sincerely,

Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic "my life"

For The Gooseberry Garden's Poetry Picnic a new series of haiku. This week about "my life". Well ... what can I say about "my life" in haiku?

my life
it's all moving around
a Japanese verse

haiku, haiku
and again haiku
just like Basho

male nurse
the patients are my care
just like haiku

in the low lands
I write my prose and poems
in Basho's Spirit

I think that with these series of haiku I have given a good view of my life. When you need to know more? Well ... look at my profile.

Happy Poetry Picnic,

Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic week 14 'what I am thankful for in my life

Gooseberry Garden: The Poetry Picnic

Well another Poetry Picnic with a new and nice theme "What I am Thankful for in my life". I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a good health, a nice and wonderful family, I have a job, I became a oncology nurse and my international break through as a haiku poet.
And for sure I am very thankful for all those nice comments given on my haikublog.

a wonderful heart
radiating with intense love
for the world

a world full of
wonderful poetry and friends
precious

thanks to the world
for all the wonderful things
in my life

Credits: Bright Sky

This 'haiku like' poem I wrote for Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic Week 14 come and look for yourself.


Sincerely,

THE GOOSEBERRY GARDEN: Poetry Picnic week 13 "childhood"

Childhood a wonderfull theme. When I was young I played a lot with cars, but also with dolls. I had a great childhood and my parents (thank God they are still alive) were the most loving and caring humans I know. I had a brother, but ... he died for almost 17 yrs at the age of 34 on lungcancer. I had only him, one older brother, so now I am the only child living of our family. I am now 48 and I remember that I cried when I became 35, I (the youngest of two brothers) had become older then my brother. It was an unpleasant day, but also a day for thanksgiving, because I could be there for my parents.

sad memories
good ones too, I am still
in my childhood

with a lot of love
and nice thoughts about him

For The Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic week 13 come and see for yourself. The Goosberry Garden a great place for all poets.

POETRY PICNIC of the GOOSEBERRYGARDEN

I feel honoured that The Goosberrygarden has invited me to the Poetry Picnic of this week. I am gratefull therefore. I will introduce myself with this haiku

Honeysuckle blooms
her perfume overwhelming
a birds feather

Come on and see The Poetry Picnic Of The Gooseberrygarden for yourself.

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