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)

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

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)

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)


Chinese Translation (Simplified)



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."