Complimenting Buson’s ”In the stillness”

in the stillness

between the arrival of guests

the peonies 

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awaiting the sound of steps

eyes droop down under spring sun

* The haiku is written by Buson and the two following verses are my creation, complimenting Buson’s haiku. For Carpe Diem Tan Renga #6.

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Tribulation Haiku

women pounding rocks

tribulation of hard life

death-drop down the hill

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* I have seen the local women of the hilly areas cutting down the mountain rocks in order to make way for building up the road on the hills and the drop down from such an elevation.. its treacherous. But they have no other choice, this is a simple tribulation of their daily life in order to earn a living. For Carpe Diem # 243 Tribulation.

Taue (Rice Planting) Haiku

reflecting shadows

puddles of water on fields

workers in sedge hats

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fields filled with water

men descends to place seedlings

gilded performers

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women in kasa

traditional performance

the paddies planted

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bow down in prayer

planting the mother earth’s womb

promising fine crops

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young girls singing songs

hoping for a good harvest

time for festival

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aura of dances

enhanced crop’s vitality

melodies in air

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220

Samidare (Midsummer Rain) Haiku

tip-tip-toe-tip-tip

music of rain on pavement

lost in memories

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out of oblivion

clouds shade the sky in its cloak

the first drops fell down

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a midsummer rain

relieving yearning pupils

a solace from heat

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elevated Sun

drizzling clouds in the sunshine

look for the rainbow

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the midsummer’s day

longest in glory and rays

washed down by the rain

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looking through window

a play of the rain droplets

meditating life

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 219

“Baby…”

Under the star light, he silently moved towards her.

She was sitting on the pier, gazing at the ripples of water, appearing on the sea surface. They were on a vacation and he was in a weird mood all the time.

“Baby”

She heard his voice and looked back. He had a sharp knife, clenched in his left hand with a mad look in his eyes. She was speechless, her mouth gasped open. Coming back to her senses, she shrieked.

“Listen, baby”

She wailed a long cry for help.

Lights switched on and people came pouring out, some spreading torchlight to brighten the night in front of them.

“What?”
“What happened?”
“Who was that?”
“Did you hear…?”
“Mom, I am afraid.”
“Hey, do you know?”

Rushing towards the location, they saw the entire scene; a mad man with a knife going to kill a young woman.

“Hey…,” a brave man moved ahead, talking to the man with the knife, “Throw that away. You can’t do anything to her now.”

“But…”

“Throw it away.”

He threw it away.

“And what is in you right hand. What are you hiding?”

He brought his hand forward to show a chocolate cake, resting on his palm.

A wave of shock fell across the peering crowd and the muttering started again.

“It is for my wife. It is her birthday; so I brought across a cake for her to cut down under the celestial light. It was a surprise,” he meekly said and started to cry.

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* Written in response of the Trifecta Challenge: Light