Landscape Epanalepsis poem


Landscape Epanalepsis poem

My first attempt at writing an Epanalepsis poem using a photo I took while I was at our farm last week.

Thanks to Mick and all his new forms of poetry, I did try, if you would like to,

here is the link,

Standing at the gateway, camera in my hand, holding
Waiting for my husband to return, to drive me back home
he returns walking along the track, I’m still waiting.
Sun is shining too bright, can only see the sun
camera in my hand, focus click, hand still on the camera
Cannot see hope that I have a photo even if I cannot see
Surprise when I downloaded the photo on my computer
I view a nice landscape photo of the farm what a surprise.

The color coding:

RED: The repeated words in epanalepsis don’t have to be identical, but must be in context.

BLUE: Epanalepsis can occur across two sentences.

GREEN: The same word used at the beginning, and end of a sentence.

MAUVE: Epanalepsis can occur within a clause of a sentence.

Photo Fiction -100 – No Fear only Peace


Photo Fiction -100

Can you tell a story in 300 words? Here’s the challenge.

Write a fictional piece of no more than 300 words based on this picture. You pick your poison, poetry or story.

If you would like to write one, please click on the link above ” Photo Fiction – 100.

No Fear only Peace

Round and round the forest I would walk daily
Never seeing a thing or telling tales to anyone
But there was someone watching me with love
Deep down within from his covered dark hole

Never seeing a thing or telling a tale to anyone
The more I walked the less I feared the forest
One day I heard a rumble deep down under trigs
A little fear rose from my inner soul within

But there was someone watching me with love
A bear was stirring from his winter sleep
My scent he had smelled for many weeks
He decided to approach me with peace

Deep down within from his covered dark hole
He crawled out and walked towards me
Using only two legs he lifted him self to me.
Held his paw for my hand to rest with no fear

Chevrefeuille’s Gift #6 gust of wind


Chevrefeuille’s Gift #6 gust of wind

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Chevrefeuille challenges us to complete a haiku with only a given first line and to challenge us a little bit more, he asked us to create a troiku with the haiku you have created. 

Here is the first line for the Haiku

with every gust of wind

Here is my Haiku attempt:

with every gust of wind
the chill in my body grows
toes no longer feel

And now to create a Troiku

with every gust of wind
icicles fall from the trees
landing around me

the chill in my body grows
hearing whispers floating by
mind chilled with cold air

toes no longer feel
leaving footprints in the snow
hope someone finds me

Carpe Diems Tanka Splendor #6 departure


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Carpe Diems Tanka Splendor #6 departure

Welcome at a new episode of CD’s Tanka Splendor. 

Try to create a tanka themed DEPARTURE, it can be relating to autumn, but you can also use other explanations of departure e.g.

seasons harvest done
storm brewing in western skies
natures landscape frowns
soggy wet hay left to dry
will animals eat it now

Carpe Diem’s Tanka Splendor #4 New Life


Carpe Diem’s Tanka Splendor #4 New Life

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look and you will see
new life is all around us
you cannot see it
believe it and you will see
as time never stands still

I have written this for a new episode for Carpe Diem’s Tanka Splendor, #4 – New Life.

If you would like to write a tanka poem, Check out the link at the top of this post.

Carpe Diem #1166 Night-flower


Carpe Diem #1166 Night-flower

I’m exploring the beauty of Persian poetry – renown poets like Rumi, Hafez (or Hafiz) and Saadi.

Today the poem is by Hafez.

Hafiz, a Sufi poet, expressed in poetry love for the divine, and the intoxicating oneness of union with it.

Hafez has written a lot of poems in which he talks about the divine and love, but also full of wisdom.


Photo Credit – hafiz

His collected works are regarded as a pinnacle of Persian literature and are to be found in the homes of most people in Iran, who learn his poems by heart and still use them as proverbs and sayings.

His life and poems have been the subject of much analysis, commentary, and interpretation, influencing post-14th-century Persian writing more than any other author.

The following poem is by Hafez:

It is titled “All the Hemispheres”.

Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season

haiOnto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.

Make a new watermark on your excitement

And love.

Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.


Photo Credit – Ipomoea alba, morning glory.

Tanka – Inspired by the poem above and the picture of the moonflower.

fragrance happiness

night flower of beauty vanished

afraid of the sun

making a new watermark

stamped in the heavens above

Little info about this beautiful flower – Ipomoea alba, sometimes called the tropical white morning glory or moonflower (but not to be confused with the other species also called moonflower) or moon vine, is a species of night-blooming morning glory,

The flowers are fragrant, white or pink, and large, 8-14 cm diameter.

The flowers open quickly in the evening and last through the night, remaining open until touched by the morning sun.

Carpe Diem #1165 roses


Carpe Diem #1165 roses

My Tanka is called “roses” and it is extracted from a poem by Rumi.

Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian.

His poems have been widely translated into many of the world’s languages and transposed into various formats.

Rumi has been described as the “most popular poet” and the “best-selling poet” in the United States.


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Rumi Poem 

O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage –

              where are you, where, oh where?

Here, here is the Beloved!

              Oh come now, come, oh come!

Your friend, he is your neighbor,

             he is next to your wall –

You, erring in the desert – 

              what air of love is this?

If you’d see the Beloved’s

              form without any form –

You are the house, the master,

              You are the Kaaba, you! . . .

Where is a bunch of roses,

              if you would be this garden?

Where’s one soul’s pearly essence

              when you’re the Sea of God?

That’s true – and yet your troubles

              may turn to treasures rich –

How sad that you yourself veil

              the treasure that is yours!

My Tanka – Inspired by the poem above – Rumi

roses natures love

beauty treasured from above

in the sea of god

brings smiles to my soul forever

displayed in my heart perfect

Carpe Diem Namaste, The Spiritual Way #1 Namaste


Carpe Diem Namaste, The Spiritual Way #1 Namaste

Haiku is not only the poetry of nature but also the poetry of the spiritual nature. At Carpe Diem we are going to explore the spiritual background of haiku.


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Namaste is a greeting originating from India and Nepal, it is usually spoken with a slight bow and hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointing upwards, thumbs close to the chest it expresses deep respect.

Your hands have a deeper spiritual meaning, they are synonymous with the Cosmos, even all separated fingers do have a meaning:

The thumb: emptiness and insight

The index: air and activity

The middle finger: fire and perception

The annular: water and sensibility/receptivity

The little finger: earth and form

The goal of this new special feature “Carpe Diem Namaste, the spiritual way”, try to create haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry forms with a deeper, spiritual, meaning.


spiritual journey
deep meaning growing within
you are the teacher
selfishness is contagious
believe the holy spirit