Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation – #31 Troiku – Bare Branches


Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation – #31 Troiku – Bare Branches

Kristjaan – Challenges us  To Create a Troiku Poetry.

How to write a Troiku – you write a new haiku with ‘old pond’, ‘frogs jumped in’ and ‘sound of water’. 

Here is a sample

Troiku Old Pond

The Troiku is created from a haiku poem, The haiku I’m using is by Yozakura, the unknown haiku poet. and apprentice of Basho.

This Haiku has the syllable count 3/8/5, a Troiku does not have the rule of a usual English Haiku 5/7/5, it is impossible, so I will go with the flow as close as possible to the English Haiku.

bare branches
a painting against the blue sky
leaves under my feet

bare branches
possum eyes glaring at me
on a winters eve

a painting against the blue sky
sparkling from the sun rays beams
throwing gold shadows

leaves under my feet
breeze flicking them in the air
joys of late autumn

Will have to learn how to set the poem as the sample above. Wishing all my friends a happy peaceful week.

Carpe Diem #1292 Winds of Conquest (BrunuhVille)


The last musical prompt for October 2017, in which Kristjaan is celebrating his fifth anniversary of Carpe Diem Kai.

Today we have another beautiful composition by our young Portuguese composer BrunuhVille.

I think this is a beautiful composition, it’s called Epic Fantasy Music. And it sounds epic if I may say so.

leaves fall
only bare branches remain
wind has won

© Chèvrefeuille (experimental haiku)

My inspiration for a tanka poem after listening to BrunuhVille music.

strong flute echoing
whispering tunes in the breeze
breathtaking music
ripples are stronger than me
holding my breath in surprise

Carpe Diem #1286 Love


Carpe Diem #1286 Love

Today the prompt is love.

Chèvrefeuille say’s – Love … not actually a feeling that you will expect in haiku because love is more the terrain of tanka (or waka), but I think that haiku can be a love poem too. I even think I have said that more often here at CDHK.

Love is one of the strongest senses we have. Love for someone, love for e.g. reading and painting, but also love for nature. That love is the most important for haiku. Haiku is known as the poetry of nature and to create them you have to love nature, being in close contact with nature.

He shares a quote from one of the Tokubetsudesu episodes:

[…] “Haiku is love, a love that grabs you by the throat and takes you into an adventure to discover the beauty of our world in all her beautiful details and bring that into the tiny form of haiku that shows us a scene, a moment that lasts only one heart beat.” […] 

And here to introduce love … a haiku which I wrote several years ago:

the last steps taken
to find universal love
the sound of rain

© Chèvrefeuille (2014)


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My Thought – Yes, the love of NATURE is always in my soul I Love animals.

animals need grass
dry natural rural landscape
needs a little rain

When I saw this image it made me sad “What are they eating”?

Carpe Diem #1284 meaning of life (BrunuhVille)


Carpe Diem #1284 meaning of life (BrunuhVille)

Today Chèvrefeuille has a nice piece of music for our inspiration.

It’s titled “meaning of life” and the young Portuguese musician BrunuhVille composed it.

Listen to the music and let it take you with it 

My inspiration for a tanka poem after listening to BrunuhVille music.

peaceful relaxing
following stars through heaven
painting cool pictures
it is so emotional
like traveling with wings spread

Carpe Diem #1283 On Our Way Home


Carpe Diem #1283 On Our Way Home

Chèvrefeuille wrote this –  Copied from His blog on BLOGSPOT, the link is above.

We are celebrating our fifth anniversary and I feel somewhat sad that this month is closing into its end, but until that moment we have still a few wonderful memories to look back at.

Today I have chosen a prompt that I used in December 2015, on our way home. It was one of the episodes I created about that wonderful haibun by Matsuo Basho, Oku no Hosomichi (Narrow Road Into the Deep North).

In December 2015 we followed his journey into the deep north and read his journal with each other. I remember that it is was a wonderful month in which we became even more in contact with the spirit of Basho, my master.

In that (triple) episode I mentioned a famous haiku poet and close friend of Basho, Kasugi Issho. Issho is not a well-known haiku poet nowadays, but it is said that he wrote wonderful haiku and love-poems.

Here is the only haiku which I could find written by Kasugi Issho. I have tried to translate it and honor Issho with that translation.

mi tsukushita me wa shirgiku ni  modori keri

seen with my eyes
white chrysanthemums
again I saw them

© Kasugi Issho (1652-1688)

A wonderful haiku Chèvrefeuille say’s –  As I have said often in five years of our existence haiku is the most beautiful way to express your feelings and thoughts.

My Post for “We are on our way home”, and thank you Kristjan for being a wonderful host.

I have learned so much about Japanese poetry and so much more in the last year since I wrote the Tributes for Jane Reichhold’s Legacy.


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My Haiku using the above image as a prompt

on my way back home
the world is before me now
nature at its best

Carpe Diem #1282 Sacred Stones


Carpe Diem #1282 Sacred Stones

Copy from Chevrefeuilles Blogspot

“sacred stones” (or Ovoo). An ovoo (heap) is a sacred cairn found in Mongolian shamanic religious traditions, usually made from rocks with wood or from wood.

Ovoos are often found at the top of mountains and in high places, like mountain passes. They serve mainly as Tengriism religious sites, used in the worship of the mountains and the sky as well as in Buddhist or Shamanist ceremonies, but often are also landmarks.

In our lives we have all places we have sweet memories at, we have points in our life that are our milestones, our sacred stones, our Ovoo. Isn’t that a nice idea that the Ovoo stands also for the milestones in our life?

sacred stones
built like a memory on the way
high in the mountains

© Chèvrefeuille

deep silence
taking the right path ?
stepping stones

© Chèvrefeuille

My thought’s about life

Sacred Stones to me are the stepping stones in life, each point is a milestone as the years go by, in old age if you can sit back in your armchair and feel contented with what you have achieved over the years, then you can live those golden years in peace.


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is not the key to success
start now take small steps
your rewards will be tenfold
enjoy the climb as you go

This tanka poem is my contribution to life and success, it does work, I’m living, proof.

Carpe Diem #1281 Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley)


Carpe Diem #1281 Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley)

Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley), is again here for your inspiration.

Chèvrefeuille wrote this is the first tanka I ever wrote. I love to share that tanka here again here:

Lilies of the valley
their sweet perfume makes me drowsy
hot summer night
between silken sheets her warmth
honeysuckle coolness

© Chèvrefeuille

I love to challenge you to create a tanka inspired on Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley), of course, you can use my tanka for your inspiration also say’s Kristjan.


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I learned something new today Suzuran is Japanese for Lily of the Valley, thanks, to Kristjaan –  now my Tanka Poem

a symbol of spring
the lily of the valley
the national flower of Finland
true sweetness and purity
showers my garden with pure love

Carpe Diem #1280 Wheel of Creation


Carpe Diem #1280 Wheel of Creation

Seeking Peace Within

Haiku is not only the poetry of nature, but it is also a way to find that peace. While strolling through nature we become one with nature, become part of nature (as it was once meant to be) and then we experience the beauty of our Earth. We have to cherish her beauty, Earth is the only source to find peace of mind and heart. Isn’t that what we all see as our goal?

cherry blossom
long cold night

© Chèvrefeuille (experimental haiku)

Continuing our walk down memory lane Chèvrefeuille is reminding us about our search for peace within and reading Bhagavad Gita.

The Bhagavad Gita often referred to as simply the Gita is a 700 verse Hindu scripture in Sanskrit that is part of the Hindu epic Mahabharata.Wikipedia


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achieve inner peace
by practicing forgiveness
letting go the past

Carpe Diem #1279 Yekaterinburg


Carpe Diem #1279 Yekaterinburg

Copied from Carpe Diem’s on Blogspot about Yekaterinburg, one of the places were Paulo Coelho was during his journey with the Trans Siberian Railroad (TSR). Yekaterinburg is the birthplace of Hilal, one of the lead characters of “Aleph”. Hilal disappears in Yekaterinburg and Paulo is anxious to find her and hopes she is okay. Short before the TSR enters the station of Yekaterinburg Hilal and Paulo enter the “Aleph”, the place was there is no time, were past, present and future meet each other. What did she see? We know what Paulo saw, he describes that in “Aleph”, but Hilal’s experience is not described at that same moment.

Hilal, however, tells Paulo what she had experienced as they find each other back in Yekaterinburg. This place is the turning point of the relation between Hilal and Paulo. From that moment on they are re-living again their path from the past. Hilal and Paulo have known each other in a former life.

In a former life, Hilal was accused of heresy and witchcraft, she was sentenced to death by fire. She was burned. Paulo was, in his former life, a member of The Inquisition. He could have saved Hilal but didn’t do that. That’s the reason why they met again in another life, the life in which they both traveled on the TSR straight through the former USSR.

In a way, the former USSR and The Inquisition are the same. In the former USSR, people were persecuted if they were against the communist government and send to camps deep in the coldest region of the USSR, Siberia. Is it a coincidence that Paulo takes the TSR? No … the former USSR has the same history as Paulo had in his former life as a member of The Inquisition.

her spirit departs
with the dying of her pyre –
smoke rises to the sky

© Chèvrefeuille


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My Tanka poem thinking about the above tale

death is part of life
before I say farewell dear
our years together were good
my spirit will remain here
enclosed inside your warm heart