Thursday, January 14, 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku Throw That Pebble No. 2 frost




March in biting frost
Each step scrunching in the snow
Suddenly a bird

After the frosty night
The sparrows still ruffled up
Up, up and away

In Grandma’s kitchen
The frost has painted flowers
This image won’t melt




Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku Tokubetsudesu No. 65 combining animals and seasons


The frosty snow storm
Resting now in the store room
Sardines snuggle

Iced pond
Wild duck keeping warm
And an open hole

Fresh white snow
Keeping the tracks of wolves
Rabbit records the howls


Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku No. 895 Harusamu (cold spring)


春さむ       

Iced crusts of snow
The grass already looks fresh
Colourful crocus

Snowdrops emerging
Spring’s sun has melted some snow
The tomtit flies by




Monday, January 11, 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku No. 894 First Light




Dim early sunshine
Winter’s white sheets are spread out
And wind still asleep

First light shedding hope
Not to trembling icicles
But mute singing birds





No hay nada - on a road less travelled in Chile



We were travelling just outside of Torres de Paine National Park. There were no roads leading to Argentina, but one road ending in the border reagion South West of El Calafate. On one map we've seen a mark for a hotel and were giving it a try. A long drive! And I'll show you road condisions soon. We had to open cattle gates and drive through the ground of estancias. Then, as we were reaching, where the hotel should be, the final cattle gate had been with chain and padlock; the place looked deserted. We had to turn around. On our way back I saw two shepherds, wild guys. They must have  just returned from the great wide open. Their faces were nearly blackened by sun and campfire smoke, but at the same time glistening like been polished. I asked for the hotel, but the answer was: "No hay nada!" Someone wanted to build a hotel. And someone had put it on the map prematurely, when the remote area project already had been abandoned. We drove back to the Estancia Cerro Guido, which is a nice place to stay.


On the road heading North


A wild landscape, but used as pastures


It may look like a farm lane, but it's a road


After returning on the orad, the rainbow indicates good luck for finding a hotel to stay


Estancia Cerro Guido

PS.: That's where the hotel should have been (Google Maps): https://www.google.de/maps/@-50.7415595,-72.4080873,5526m/data=!3m1!1e3 

Friday, January 8, 2016

Carpe Diem Haiku No. 893 Fuyusoubi (winter rose)


 

Single red rose
After the sudden frost
Blood on snow

On bare feet through hell
The rose bearer is walking on
Until hitting ground
(人間の條件 / ningen no jōken)

白粉とバラ
芸者は雪に行く
お酒は寒い
White powder and rose
Geisha is walking on snow
But sake still warm



P.S. Last line could also read: O-sake still warm.
P.P.S. Maybe 寒いのお酒 is better.

13.01.2016:
Eugen d'Albert: Rose im Schnee (1) / aus: Capriolen, op. 32


FreitagsGedichte / Kurze Gedichte 08.01.2016

 

WeiterAtmen
    weiterAtmen
Nur weiter-
Atmen
Auch
Wenn
Es
Schmerzt
Und
Der bittere
GeSchmack
WeiterAtmen
    Das ist
Das Leben

Wolken
    langGezogene
Wolken
Violett
BeHaucht
Träge
Treibend
An einem
Sonst
    Munteren
Morgen

Klee
    die Bienen
Flogen
Noch
Zur Wiese
Mit dem Klee
Nun
Aber
War der
    ScharfRichter
GeKommen

VogelFlug
    dem Reiher
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Und
Hoffen
Sein Flug
VerRiete
Die ZuKunft
Aber
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Ist kein
VerRäter

Sommer
    verSteckt
Sich wieder
Läßt
Regen
Staub
Von Blättern
Waschen
Um
Dann
    Zu strahlen
Als SonnenTag

Staub
    lasse
Staub
Nieder-
Sinken
Und
Dann
Gras
Wachsen
    Über die
Sache

Zeit
    woVon man
Nie
Genug
Hat
Man kann
Es nicht
Greifen
Nicht
Halten
Dieses
    Nichts
Von Zeit

Gespräch
    wenn wir nur
Lernen
Könnten
Mit den
Steinen
Zu
Schweigen
Dann
Könnten
Wir auch
Mit den
    Menschen
Reden

SchwertLilien
    warum suchst
Du
SchwertLilien
Mitten im
Kalten
Winter
Such sie
Auf Bildern
    Und nicht
Im BlumenLaden

Krähen
    schwer
Stolzieren
Die Krähen
Übers’s
Feld
Haben
Sie nun
Schädlinge
Oder doch
    Nützline
GeFressen?

Schilf
    so am Rande
Des Sees
Im flachen
Wasser
Schilf
Reibt
AnEinAnder
Wie die Menschen
Reibt
Sich
Auf
In einer
    Leichten
Brise

Flut
    die große Flut
Wird
Nicht kommen
Wie
SturmFlut
Oder
Tsunami
Ganz
Ganz
Lang-
Sam
Wird sie
    Alles unter sich
BeGraben