Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
cherished memories
of better times and best friends
all lost to me now.
Reality or a mind’s eye tweak —
does it matter?

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
cherished memories
of better times and best friends
all lost to me now.
Reality or a mind’s eye tweak —
does it matter?

For this Renga With Jane Reichhold, Chèvrefeuille has chosen six (6) haiku from her online Saijiki “A Dictionary of Haiku”. Here are the haiku to work with:
beach diamonds
a new day crystallized
in sunny surf foam
colony of seagulls scrapping
over yesterday’s French fries.
white pussy willows
above a muddy swollen river
fat raindrops
flatten their bouffant hair-dos
droop like soggy cotton balls.
light carried in my arms
apple blossoms from a neighbor
on my doorstep
next to fresh bottles of milk
and the morning paper
Tai Chi on the beach
one gull watches
with outstretched wing
moral support is found
in unexpected places
between the fields
a break in the evening mist
three lilac bushes
call attention to themselves
shimmering in scented dew
shades of art deco
lying on the beach
abalone shells
a pastel kaleidoscope
without the thunderstorm
Today at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, our challenge is to create a Tan Renga from the Haiku below by Jane Reichhold.
changing forms
all around the Buddha
clouds in a blue sky © Jane Reichhold
shapeshifting magical breezes
the Buddha is breathing

Today’s goal at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is to first create the 2nd stanza followed by a three lined stanza and a two lined stanza. Here is the haiku to work with:
ah! morning glories
are at their best while I chant
my morning prayers © Kyoroku
near a sparkling koi pond
dragonflies land on lily pads.
Grandfather koi swims
lazily with younger fish
his large tail jostling
lily pads; dragonflies startle!

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai :This haiku (or maybe more a senryu) isn’t really easy to work with, so this will be a “real” challenge to make the Tan Renga complete.
who is it that grieves,
the wind blowing through his beard,
for late autumn? (c) Matsuo Basho (Tr. R.H.Blyth)
broken heart will break again
over sunshine and happy daisies
