Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation: Renga With: Waiting for the Full Moon

Image by Chikai Du from Pixabay

the autumn wind:

thickets and fields also,

Fuha Barrier

© Basho

I look at the turning leaves

see future snow in the clouds

a dandelion

now and then interrupting

the butterfly's dream

© Chiyo-Ni

when I am a butterfly

will I ever dream of you

the thunderstorm having cleared up

the evening sun shines on a tree

where a cicada is chirping 

© Shiki

is there a cool night ahead

or restless humidity

simply trust:

do not also the petals flutter down,

just like that?

© Issa

I have never been the kind

to simply go with the flow

in nooks and corners

cold remains:

flowers of the plum

© Buson

promise of warmer weather

pleasant till scorching heat comes

ancient warriors ghosts

mists over the foreign highlands -

waiting for the full moon

© Chèvrefeuille

will your troubled soul drift in

for another lifelong fight

~cie~

notes

All the Ageku are belong to me.

Everything else has been credited.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 27: Acrostic for Angie

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

All alone adrift

Nothing nice nevermore

Going, going, gone

Intwining imaginative intricacies

Envisioning elusive eternity

Boiling bad blood brew

Love long lost

Unquiet undying urges

Escaping exotic eyes

~Cie~

Notes:

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge asked participants to take one or more of the poems they'd created for the challenge previously and remix them. I took my day 2 abecedarian poem Alpha to Omega and my day 7 free verse poem Angie Blue and turned them into an acrostic using the first letters of Angie Blue.

I'm probably not going to share this poem at the November PAD Chapbook Challenge post because it only makes sense to me. Angie Blue is a poem inspired by various songs that I learned to love as a young teenager in the late 1970s.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 9: What My Eyes Saw

I Blinked and the World Was Gone

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

My eyes saw that in the end

Everything was just a lie

Seeing is not believing

Hearing is deceiving

Truth is but a silent sigh

Perspective nothing but perception

Reality is, on one hand, subjective

And on the other hand as objective

As a knife to the spine

My eyes are but windows

To the lies my soul tells

~Cie~

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 1: Dark Night of the Soul

Image by Owensart from Pixabay

Awakening from our dream of love, we see that once again

The dark night of the soul descends

Bleakness that no shiny happy folderol can end

Chaos reigns instead

Doubt descends to destroy

Every beautiful thing

Found in its path

Ghouls dig into the graves

History is unearthed

Incapable of believing

Jealousy

Kills

Love

Morning rushes away

Night descends 

Old fears

Prey on us in the pitch black of our doubts

Regret overtakes 

Soul fire ignites the last vestiges of hope

Tragically, certain ill-advised words cannot be

Unsaid

Vain tears cannot

Win back what was tossed aside

Xenos we are
You fly away

Zeroing the light in my heart
Back
to
Black

~Cie~

Couldn't leave without giving credit to the amazing Amy Winehouse for the inspiration.

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #84: What the Apple Blossoms Know

Apple Blossoms

(Photographer unknown)

Apple blossoms watch

I rush forward resisting

Time passes for all

~Cie~

Notes:

This meditation asks us to work Unduo (movement) into our piece. I believe I succeeded in this.

Tan Renga Challenge 2019: Day 6: In Shadow

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autumn moonlight--

a worm digs silently

into the chestnut.

presenting a sunny face

though my brain feels full of worms

Basho & Cie

Notes:

The Hokku (Haiku) stanza of this Tan Renga was written by Matsuo Basho. The Akegu (closing stanza) was written by me.

Matsuo Basho was born in 1644 and died 28 November 1694. As a point of coincidence, my father died on 28 November 2010.

As Chèvrefeuille explains, Basho's Haiku references his desires for a man. Basho was a Samurai, and, as with the warriors of ancient Greece, homosexuality was considered normal and acceptable. Relationships between older men and adolescent boys were also considered acceptable.

I do feel that homosexuality is normal and acceptable, but I think it is better not to have sexual relationships between adults and youth.

My portion of the poem does not refer to my sexuality. Being heterosexual, I never found myself in the position of keeping my sexuality a secret. It refers to living with mental illness in a society which stigmatizes people who struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts. 

Some people think that in this age of readily available psych meds, no-one should struggle with psychological problems. Many people do not respond well to psych meds, and not all psychological problems are chemical in nature.

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 17: Normal is Boring and Sanity is Overrated

I'm just sane enough

To know what I'm supposed to

Do so I fit in

And just sane enough to know

That I damn well think it sucks

~Cie~