Carpe Diem Haiku - Buttercup

young buttercup

your beauty poisonous

yet so innocent

Magpie Tales: The Scent of the Rose

I sing to thee
from a century
hence
from the purest
innocence
of desire

my senses
stirred
by the
scent of the buds
of the roses
and bud of your rose
under your robes
and feminine beauty
shaped full
and free
from your clothes

fresh
quiet fountains
bubble and trickle
like youth
bringing out in me
the lust and longing
of my adolescence
how did you feel
when you yielded
in your pose?

did you imagine
as you lay there
that others
would succumb
and dream
of you
of your ankles
and your arches
to caress
and to warm
your slender toes
and send
a tender kiss
through the century
on your summer lips?

my quest is finished
now
all I could give you
were words
to show
a century hence
that a man
can still be stirred
by the way you lay
undisturbed
your beauty ethereal
exquisite
timelessly touched
by a paintbrush
while I
can only wish
you knew

Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse

Knowing that the winds of these times would cause some to cast a disapproving glance askance I decided on the mildly controversial here. Those who think she should cover up are just plain wrong. There are nude statues of men from the Renaissance back, and I feel that the angle of supposed 'exploitation' is just cheap and nihilistic here, as well as alarmingly fundamentalist. Of course the tone of the poem is not as innocent as it claims, but that is to unsettle. The appreciation remains genuine.

Carpe Diem Tanka Shrine

under one streetlight

one shining couple embrace

rain for confetti

old diner as a chapel

a lone saxophone plays blues

Carpe Diem Haiku - Creek

she cups hands in creek

fleck of gold glints in her palms

my water tastes of love

FF 100W Stories - The Ripples Felt

ON BOARD LOG: Mid-day, 11 March 2011

We sail towards Mt Fuji, the old Chinese wooden junk creaking at every turn and every caress of each wave. I have never known such peace and quiet. The water gently ripples against our hull, and we wait for the beautiful view, and the chance to renew our vows.

Not even a monsoon could stop us now. Yuko has been on deck painting Mt Fuji's beauty, and its calming spiritual strength and blessing seems to have
guided us well. If this were ever to be my last entry, I would like all to know it is one of the happiest,
most serene moments of our lives.

 



Postscriptum, the tsunami arrived at

14:46:23 JST (UTC+09:00) 11 March 2011

For Friday Fictioneers 100W stories, run so well by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields ¤ photo by Douglas MacIlroy