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No Rules Haiku and Tanka……

July 7, 2017

Marsh Grass 3

 

Something New!  Over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Chevrefeuille is running a no rules challenge.  Like Basho said: “Learn the Rules, then immediately forget them and write from the heart.  Unfortunately, most modern haiku and tanka writers don’t LEARN the rules.  LOL!  These are rather free for all pieces, with kigo words, etc.  Nope, couldn’t do it. Once you learn something about writing haiku and tanka, it’s damn hard to do it without kigo.

Lady Nyo

Haiku….with kigo.

I chase one red leaf

Across dry and brittle grass

Juice of summer gone.

Frosty autumn night

The moon glides through chilly dreams

Red Maple stands sentry.

 

These next five are haiku without kigo.  

 

Under the dark moon

I awaited your return

Only shadows came.

The moon, a ghostly

Sliver, sails on a jet sea

Wild dogs howl beneath.

The soil our bed

Our classroom and our graves.

Reborn to the world.

Childhood is tough

Adults are the enemy

Kids fodder for wars

Imagination

Such a fragile thing.

Child’s salvation

Tanka…. With kigo….

Autumn wind startles–
Lowered to an ominous
Key—Ah! Mournful sounds!
The fat mountain deer listen-
Add their bellowing sorrow.

I wander the fields

Snow covers the barren soil

Sharp wind plays pan pipes

A murder of crows huddle

Black laughing fruit hang from limbs 

(Kigo word is interesting.  Using snow as a kigo is rather obvious.  Kigo should infer a season.  Snow hits you over the head.)

 

And one without….

How could I forget
The beauty of the pale moon!
A face of sorrow
Growing thin upon the tide
Pulls my heart within its light.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

 

‘Shinto Temple’, a tanka.

November 29, 2016
Cover painting for "Pitcher of Moon"

was to be the cover painting for “Pitcher of Moon” but didn’t work out.

Over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, today’s prompt is Pilgrimage.  This tanka is my take on this.

A Shinto Temple

Spirit shattered, heartbroken

Worthy of mending?

Priest’s belly laughs and incense

Helped me knit back the pieces.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

For many decades I felt battered by the religious fundamentalism of my birth family. I was never good enough for them to be a Christian.  So I stopped trying to  come up to their expectation.  Later I would realize that they are not Christians at all, but bullies that isolate and try to dominate in the name of their Christ.  I feel that, for their personal issues, they distorted this Christ and Christianity.  But it was too late. At the lowest point of my life I discovered Shintoism and found  acceptance.  I didn’t have to jump through hoops. Actually, it was more than acceptance.  Fundamentally, I found a wonder at Creation that had no walls and took in diversity and difference.  I didn’t have to paint bathing suits on my nudes as my sister in law suggested.  Lord Jizo and that Joker of a Buddha Fudo became real and gave guidance in my life.  Compassion with Jizo and sense with Fudo.  These two expanded my heart and mind.  I am very grateful for their presence in my life.  But I don’t think that Christ or Christianity is ‘owned’ by these others….just distorted.

Lady Nyo

“Demon-Quelling”, prompt for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

November 27, 2016

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(con news.com)

 

Demons  (Omi)  can come in different shapes, sizes and species.  Depending upon the culture.  My take on demon-quelling is below.

 

Shall an old gray wolf

subdue a woman like me?

I shall be born soon.

The wolf head I will cut off

and nail the pelt to the cross!

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

Three Tanka on Silence: for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

November 27, 2016

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(“Winter’s Geese”, Jane Kohut-Bartels, watercolor, 2010)

Over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, the prompt was ‘Finding the Silence’. (Winter themed)   These are my submissions.

1.

I walked a landscape

An unfamiliar dreamscape

The only sound heard

Was the tinkling of bells

Then silence covered the snow

 

 

2.

 

Season of silence

Muted nature frost bitten

Black limbs empty, still

A vast field of ghostliness

No music came from the wind.

3.

Oh, such a Season!

An invisible wind blows

Toneless, no music

Winter gives such bitterness

Silence leaches tune and song.

– 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

 

Tanka: “Crows Laugh” , for Carpe Diem Haiku kai

November 24, 2016

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(King of Wallpaper.com)

 

The prompt over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is based on Basho’s haiku on crows.

On a bare branch

A crow lands

Autumn dusk

Mine is a Tanka on crows.

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I wander the fields

Barren soil covered with snow

Sharp wind pipes of Pan

A murder of crows huddle

Black laughing fruit crowd bare limbs

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

“Chrysanthemum”, a Tanka for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai….

November 21, 2016
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Easternfloral.com

Over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, the prompt #20 was “Chrysanthemum”.  This is a flower of Autumn, but also a kigo word for Winter.

My submission:

The Chrysanthemum-

Explosion in different hues

Cushion for the bees.

Perfume the Autumn garden

Desired by the chickens.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

 

One haiku, two tanka for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

November 19, 2016

The haiku is a ‘revised’ haiku based on one written by Kiyoshi

Kiyoshi :

Only silence

the summer breezes caressed

Wisteria blossoms

 —

Lady Nyo:

Only stillness

Escapes summer’s intentions

four o’clocks close up.

(four o’clocks are flowers in the south that close up with summer’s heat and open at dusk when it cools.  They remain open, scenting the night and feed moths, nocturnal feeders.  heavy scent.)

Prompt “fragile beauty”

 

Her lovely snow-flesh

tracery of blue veins

fold themselves gently

grief’s ragged breath draws

hauntings of her beauty

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A prompt to do with wit?

Yes, I forgive you.

(Hands unclean from previous crimes)

Go wash them in snow.

(The snow of last year’s falling)

Then I will reconsider.

=-

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

“A Mourning Dove Cries”…Tanka for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

November 16, 2016

Image result for mourning doves
(wild delight.com)
Prompt: loneliness

A mourning dove cries

It is such a mournful sound

Perhaps a fierce owl

Has made her a widow.

Oh! It breaks my heart, her cry.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

copyrighted, 2016

 


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