Saturday, June 22, 2019


beyond skyline--
the bird wings towards
a new sunrise

Maven Going to Mars, NASA 2013


Wednesday, June 19, 2019


crescent moon
in the dark midnight
I gently twist
on my barren bed
to listen to cricket’s muse

**** **** ****
art of imagination
sets the fish to start flying
the tree hides
flowers and fruits underneath
as the man thinks from his belly

Bleached Butterfly, Inaugural Issue, June 2019 (Ed. Lori A Minor)
https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/60a536_d74d0c11111b46e08980f39b6c1e32ce.pdf

Tuesday, June 11, 2019



relationship--
the cold breeze remains
tightly folded

Pravat Kumar Padhy (India)

AKISAME, Issue 19:1 December 2015, European Haiku Society, Italy


Thursday, May 23, 2019


composing haiga--
painting sunlight
with black ink

Wales Haiku Journal, Spring 2019 (Ed. Paul Chambers)


Friday, May 17, 2019


Art of Language

swelling river
I breathe
some freshness
before managing  to cross
with a bit of effort

At my new place of posting, I feel alone where the language is all Greek to me! I try to switch back to the prehistoric style of communication by murmuring my lips and moving my fingers. She is kind enough to guess and points me towards the restaurant. When I look back with due acknowledgement, she does the same with a sense of confirmation.

travel phrase book
I treasure for my own
I recount
walking down the street
the vendor’s wide smile


Haibun Today, Vol.13  No. 2  2019 (Ed. Tim Gardiner)

http://haibuntoday.com/ht132/TP_Padhy_Art.html

Wednesday, May 8, 2019


One Man's Maple Moon: Journey Tanka by Pravat Kumar Padhy
  
English Original

wave after wave
on an incessant journey
another sunset
when I long to change the taste
of salt, the colour of the wind

Skylark, 2:2, Winter 2014

Pravat Kumar Padhy


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

一波又一波
在一個不間斷的旅程中
當我渴望改變
鹽的口味,風的顏色時
另一個日落的到來

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

一波又一波
在一个不间断的旅程中
当我渴望改
盐的口味,风的颜色时
另一个日落的到来



Comment:

There is no excitement, joy, or new discovery in the speaker's "incessant journey," just one after "another (same old) sunset" when the speaker "long[s] to change the taste/of salt, the colour of the wind."

A fresh tanka about an incessant journey of sameness.

Today's poetic food for thought on journey:

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Matsuo Basho, "Narrow Road to the Interior."


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