lilac
dawn
gathering bouquets
of poetry
aube lilas
cueillant des bouquets
de poésie
zori liliachii –
culegând buchete
de poezie
Friday, July 13, 2012
hand haiku prompt
mysterious hand
banqueters stare
in terror
main mystérieuse
les invités au banquetre
gardent avec terreur
mâna misterioasă
invitaţii la banchet
privesc cu groază
Rembrandt :
Le Festin de Balthazar,1635
Le Festin de Balthazar,1635
roses prompt picture
gathering roses
a handsome visitor
in the drawing room
cueillant des roses -
un charmant visiteur
dans le salon
culegând trandafiri –
un musafir încântător
în salon
a handsome visitor
in the drawing room
cueillant des roses -
un charmant visiteur
dans le salon
culegând trandafiri –
un musafir încântător
în salon
Winslow Homer
The four leafed clover
Apple blossoms
apple blossoms
the tart taste
of Autumn
fleurs de pommier –
le goût de la tarte
d’automne
flori de măr –
tarta
cu gustul toamnei
the tart taste
of Autumn
fleurs de pommier –
le goût de la tarte
d’automne
flori de măr –
tarta
cu gustul toamnei
Nicolae Grigorescu :
Flori de măr
Orange haiku
orange trees
hang heavy with fruit
sweet scent of blossoms
lourds de fruits
les orangers s’inclinent -
douce odeur des fleurs
încărcaţi cu fructe
portocalii se-apleacă -
mirosul dulce-al florilor
hang heavy with fruit
sweet scent of blossoms
lourds de fruits
les orangers s’inclinent -
douce odeur des fleurs
încărcaţi cu fructe
portocalii se-apleacă -
mirosul dulce-al florilor
André Derain
Mountains at Collioure, 1905
Mountains at Collioure, 1905
dance picture prompt
red
passion
they dance to the rhythm
of summer winds
passion rouge
ils dansent au rythme
du vent estival
Henri Matisse
The Dance
summer dusk
summer dusk
farm animals gather
by the river trail
crépuscule d’ été -
le bétail de la ferme se rassemble
près du sentier de la rivière
seară de vară –
vitele fermei se-adună
pe cărarea dinspre râu.
farm animals gather
by the river trail
crépuscule d’ été -
le bétail de la ferme se rassemble
près du sentier de la rivière
seară de vară –
vitele fermei se-adună
pe cărarea dinspre râu.
Asher B. Durand
The Solitary Oak
painting prompt haiku
he stokes the fire
at sunset
night glows
il attise le feu
a coucher de soleil
rougeoiement de la nuit
el aţâţă focul –
înainte de apus
aprinderea nopţii
a coucher de soleil
rougeoiement de la nuit
el aţâţă focul –
înainte de apus
aprinderea nopţii
Rembrandt
The Philosopher in Meditation
kiss haiku
reflections
in rain
drenched streets
lovers
kiss
reflets
dans les rues trempées de pluie
baiser des amoureux
dans les rues trempées de pluie
baiser des amoureux
David G. Gaul
Wet Kiss
Hazy moon haiku
hazy moon
silhouette ships drift
the harbour mouth
lune floue
les silhouettes des bateaux dérivent
dans la rade du port
lună estompată
în derivă, siluetele vapoarelor
în rada portului
From Virginia's prompt
silhouette ships drift
the harbour mouth
lune floue
les silhouettes des bateaux dérivent
dans la rade du port
lună estompată
în derivă, siluetele vapoarelor
în rada portului
From Virginia's prompt
John Atkinson Grimshaw
Nightfall on the Thames
Thursday, July 12, 2012
sunrise haiku 12 July 2012
apricot sunrise
a blazing sun
gilds the sea
a gold path
links two countries
amber dawn
a halo of light
circles the sea
golden dawn
Monday, July 9, 2012
dream senryu
in his dreams
he dances with the stars
midnight sky
dans ses rêves
il danse avec les étoiles
ciel de minuit
Romanian
in visele lui
danseaza cu stelele
cerul la miezul noptii
il danse avec les étoiles
ciel de minuit
Romanian
in visele lui
danseaza cu stelele
cerul la miezul noptii
Prompt from Virginia Popescu on Facebook
Memories of my Father
I lay awake
staring at the stars
joining dots in the night sky
counting them like sheep
seeking forgiveness.
I too need to rest in peace
9 July 2012 mmc
Sunday, July 8, 2012
May Garden
May noon
in my garden,
cutting back shrubs
singed and broken
from Spring storms,
the savagery of salt laden winds
etched on every leaf.
Beneath blue skies
I sit under the Cherry tree,
its twisted limbs, rust curled leaves
extend to the healing sun.
Crows call from the Scots Pine
House martins swoop the eaves
apple blossoms burst pink
the surge of a lawn mower
the hiss of a hose
drone of a drill
a bee bumbling
as a gentle breeze
turns my page.
turns my page.
My cat dozes on dappled leaves,
shadows dance the deck
the yellow rose smiles
in the shade of the honeysuckle,
the last bluebells sing
to foxgloves standing tall.
Nature is optimistic,
it dares to bloom again.
Jets chalk a diamond in the sky,
life’s journeys overlap
but I am glad
to be home.
Forever Young
Forever Young
Dedicated to my father
(6 February 1930 - 26 January 2012)
An empty seafront
in February rain.
I sit on a stone bench,
watch the seagulls
gather on the rocks,
feathers frill
in the breeze.
I see your face,
your engaging smile,
keen eyes,
dark hair,
bronzed skin,
I hear your voice,
its warm tones
soothing.
You are forever young.
Cliff Walk
Across
the bracken hills
on a early Spring noon.
I climb the narrow trail
high above the railway line.
Deep below,
between rock and sea
pebble coves
curve the coastline.
Waves gentle in,
splay and recede.
Wispy clouds
link and separate,
and a Spring sun
circles the sea,
shimmering it
silver.
Simple Quietude
You can feed me
crusty bread,
garlic olives
and tuna salad
and I will be fulfilled,
lounging in the armchair
by the balcony door,
illuminated by the last rays
of day
skin sleek, scented with
lotion,
flip flop dangling
book in hand
as I glimpse the light
in your eyes.
Sipping tea
you smile,
content in the shadows
of the balcony wall,
puzzling over the crossword
from last week’s newspaper.
Becalmed
in light and shade,
we sit in simple quietude
in the hour before umbra
at Los Gigantos.
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