Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Patricia’s “ghosts of the ancients”
ghosts of the ancients cast their towering shadows on the holy ground (Patricia) withered and forgotten my grandmother’s sunflowers (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 13, 2013
ghosts of the ancients cast their towering shadows on the holy ground (Patricia) withered and forgotten my grandmother’s sunflowers (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 13, 2013
Carpe Diem Tan Renga is to write a completion to this haiku by Atreyee; Palette of colours Chrysanthemums bestowing fragrance everywhere To me chrysanthemums means funeral. Palette of colours Chrysanthemums […]
The following poem is just my imagination. I hear a menacing wind playing songs of sorrows on the barbed wire strings of neighbours fence my starving cows will die after […]
Carpe Diem kigo of today is Yanagi (willow). And looking for artwork I found this absolutely fantastic Van Gogh painting of pollard willows. murder also mean a flock of crows. […]
The old discarded servant’s come to rest Beside the outhouse, waiting for the rust A blanket from the woods, of moss, is blessed Against the chilly mornings, his disgust ~~ […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis