my face – my mother’s face
lingering scent of sweet peas
“Yes, a line is fine, but when a line swerves, when a line bends, watch what happens . . . a shape begins!…
“A square is four sides all the same — … blocks to build with, share and stack…
“A rectangle is like a square with something rearranged. Two sides are long and two are short. …
“A circle’s … the bowl Mom fills with hot noddle soup, … a cookie to eat, … a big drum to beat, bicycle wheels …
“A triangle is three — three sides, three corners too … the pyramids of old, a lunch of jam and bread, a napkin to fold …
“An oval’s like a circle, except it’s not …” (cited: R G Greene, When a Line Bends . . . a Shape Begins)
Join Patti’s (P.A. Moed) Lens-Artists challenge — to share shapes that are visually interesting and form a pattern or rhythm.
For the month of March, Paula (Lost in Translation) invites us to share images that illustrate one of five words – buffet, equine, gleaming, jagged, and lacustrine – within photos or photos that reflect each of the words.
I chose lacustrine which Merriam-Webster defines as: relating to, formed in, living in, or growing in lakes. The Roget’s International Thesaurus identifies lacustrine as: lake dweller, pile dweller or builder, laker.
Beginning with a poem written by Li Po:
The harvest moon is burning the waters of South Lake. Driving alone, I lean down to pick white lotus lilies.
Fierce desire pulls me… I yearn to tell them of my passion. Alas, my boat floats away at mercy of the moving current. My heart looks back in sadness.
~Li Po (cited: Trans: Anonymous. The Jade Flute. The Gutenberg Project)
And then a sharing of more music by Christine and the Queens…
May your spring be filled with days of laughter, pastel colors, awakening, family, friends, wellness, and hope.
smudge-ing sky, dove gray
painting brush, white dipped – dripping
Snowflake by snowflake
“…each moment gives rise to the next, this is because that is. We do not exist in isolation; there is nothing that exist by itself alone.” (cited: Brother Phap Hai, Nothing to it.
On a pitch-dark
I get lost
watching the moon
set behind the faraway mountain. Ryokan (cited: Trans. K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind)
Clouds drifting off:
the sight of
moonlit heavens ~Kizan (cited: Trans. Y. Hoffman, Japanese Death Poems)
because of being alone
the moon is a friend ~Buson (cited: Trans: Y Sawa & E M Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
This week’s lens-artists photo challenge is hosted by Tina (Travels and Trifles) who invites us to share some of those special moments that have taken our breath away.
be safe, be well, and be sage.
Glossy branches of jasper, A sprinkling of early blossoms, Touched up by snow bring, The first tidings of spring. Soft and delicate in her new make-up, Fragrant face half showing, She emerges in the middle of the courtyard-- A beauty in the flower of youth fresh from her bath.
Nature must have regarded her with special favor, To lavish on her such splendid moonbeams. Come drain these golden cups of emerald Till we are drunk. Of all flowers this the one beyond compare. ~Li Qingzhao (cited: Jiaosheng Wang, Sino-Plantonic Papers The Complete Ci-poems of Li Qingzhao: A New English Translation)
Like the morning moon,
Cold, unpitying was my love.
And since we parted,
I dislike nothing so much
As the breaking light of day. ~Mibu no Tadamine
In the peaceful light
Of the ever-shining sun
In the days of spring,
Why do the cherry’s new-blown blooms
Scatter like restless thoughts? ~Ki no Tomonori
This week Amy invites photographers to share their work using natural light.
eyes gazing across
layered memories of time
evening’s sun glitter
Regret that dropping sun’s dusk; Love this cold stream’s clearness. Western beams follow flowing water; Stir a ripple in wandering person’s mind. Idly sing, gazing at cloudy moon; Song done—sound of tall pines ~ Li Po (Translated: Arthur Waley, The Poet Li Po The Project Gutenberg
Pale green night and flowers all melting into one
in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
Wait on, never forsake your hope,
For when the plum-tree is in flower
Even the unpromised, the unexpected, will come to you. ~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Court Ladies of Old Japan)
in the teacup ~Issa (cited: haikuguy.com)
Hop on over to Leya‘s to share your interpretation of Soft