Friday, August 30, 2013

Trifextra Eighty-three

Trifectawritingchallenge.come  Trifextra weekend Eighty-three

A haiku.

So, I wrote many and narrowed it down to only one, dangit! Here 'tis:

Purpose serve and gather
All sunlight’s lively treasures
Fall and make anew

This challenge has brought with it the digging out of one of my favorite scarce and rare books. No silly friends, I have not plagiarized, just used it for inspiration.

The book is entitled : "Japanese Haiku Two Hundred Twenty Examples Of Seventeen Syllable Poems"  by. Buson, Issa, Shika, Sokan, Kikaku and others. It is translated by Peter Beilenson. Published: 1954/1955 by the Peter Pauper Press

I felt compelled to include an excerption from the Editors Note on Japanese Haiku:

The hokku--or more properly haiku--is a tiny verse-form in which Japanese poets have been working for hundreds of years. Originally it was the first part of the tanka (also a Native American word for Buffalo, which I learned from Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves), a five-lined poem often written by two people as a literary game: one writing three lines, the other, two lines capping them. But hokku, or three-lined starting verse, became popular as a separate form. As such it is properly called kaiku, and retains an incredible popularity among all classes of Japanese.

There are only seventeen syllables in the haiku, the first and third lines contain five, the second, seven. There is almost always in it the name of the season, or a key word giving the season by inference. (This is a short-cut, costing the poet only one or to syllables, whereby the reader can immediately comprehend the weather, the foliage, the bird and insect-life--and the emotions traditional to the season: factors which almost always are important in the poem.) But there is also, in a good haiku, more than a mere statement of feeling or a picture of nature: there is an implied identity between two seemingly different things.

The greatest of haiku-writers, and the poet who crystallized the style, was Basho (1644-1694). In his later years he was a student of Zen Buddhism, and his later poems, which are his best, express the rapturous awareness in that mystical philosophy of the identity of life in all its forms. With this awareness, Basho immersed himself in even the tiniest things, and with religious fervor and sure craftsmanship converted them into poetry. He was ardently loved by his followers, and by later poets, and his Zen philosophy has thus been perpetuated an later haiku. It is, indeed, a key to the completest appreciation of most haiku.

*The Editors Note goes on with one-paragraph explanations of some of the other poets included in the compilation, but the last paragraph is important, and here it is:*

One final word: the haiku is not expected to be always a complete or even clear statement. The reader is supposed to add to the words his own associations and imagery, and thus become a co-creator of hi sown pleasure in the poem. The publishers hope their readers may co-create such pleasures for themselves!


I'm seeing Sushi in my near-future......

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Trifextra Eighty-Two

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This weekend, we're enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children's bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.




YOU’RE INVITED TO A SAFARI DREAM:

Erik Parrot

Rita Zebra

Dale Giselle

Mikey Monkey

Henry Hyena

Ollie-Ann Elephant

Kyle Crocodile

Water Buffalo Joe

Emmy-Lou Emu

Byron Lion

Willie Wildebeest

Lenny Leopard

And you!

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Trifecta: Ninety-One

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The word this week is "Brand".  The third definition is to be left with a mark, as a rancher would brand his herd.





Inching toward the opened door, I crawled with eager, my hands and knees on the floor. Slowly I moved, silently, in pain. Pulling myself along, quiet, as not to wake him, safety, was but a mere few feet away. Drops of sweat trickled from my scalp, down my forehead and stung my eyes; the sting of sweet revenge felt good.  

Movement!

I lay, still, in wait. A moment of assurance for his continued deep slumber, so desperately needed for a clean escape. His awakening would ruin any chance of flight. Just as I reclaimed my crawl, his arm flew over the side of my bed and dangled, a landmine trip, in front of my face.

Close call!

A still silence, again, filled the room. I was afforded more time and closer I moved toward a final departure. I maneuvered my body through liberty’s freedom door and out of his sights. I brought myself up and I stood. My private, sacred spot, ached and hurt. My body was missing a part; I could tell when I walked. My nightgown torn and spotted with blood, yet another reminder of the night before this day. Grandpa took from me what didn’t belong to him and left, in its’ place, a brand, like no other.

So it came to pass, I walked over to the cabinet and looked through the glass. I took the key, from its hiding place and turned it, opening, full with grace, a sure escape from any further disgrace. I removed the big one, it would do; confident with retaliation, I walked back to my room.

I cleared my throat, loud so he’d wake. He needed to see the consequences of his big mistake. When his head rose, high with surprise, I held his repayment higher, right between the eyes. “You hurt me!” I demanded, and with that, moved the double barrel pointed right between his thighs.

“Oh, baby!” Grandpa cried.

I pulled the trigger and hurt him, right where he hurt me.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Trifextra Eighty-One

Trifectawritingchallenge.com :  Trifextra Week Eighty-One

So many ideas sprang from the beauty of nature's glory. It was tough summing is all up in a mere 33 words, here's my take:


How can it be, you and me?

Frisbee flown in spring, hot dogs sizzle summer

Rake colorful leaves in fall,

Snow angels in winters deep white cover.

Lucky each season, you’re my lover.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Trifextra: Week Eighty


The word for this weekends challenge is "Tooth", expressed in a way other than a child losing a baby tooth. My inspiration came from a previous Trifextra submission from Draug. Thank you.  It was appealing to use dialog to tell a silly story. The setting: A bar in LA. The characters: Smokers. The message: Brush your teeth!   
 
 
“You’re eyes are stunning!”

“Thank you.”

“Want to go outside for a smoke?”

“Ok.”

“Chilly tonight.”

“It is!”

“Take my jacket.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I can be.”

“Kiss me?”

“Nope, your missing a tooth.”

Friday, August 2, 2013

Another One

Trifectawritingchallenge.com This weeks challenge is to write 33 words in explanation of this photo.
 
Pink came to visit

To view bricks

Arrived to find gray

Where comfort laid.

Can’t feel a thing,

But sees plenty.

Only shadow,

On the wall.

Wished you were here.

Only split reality.





Photo: [another head hangs lowly]  Foter


[ another head hangs lowly ]