Friday, August 9, 2013

Carpe Diem Special #51, Kikaku's "the pheasant scratches it"

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

A short break in all those wonderful episodes with music by Karunesh. Today another Carpe Diem Special with a haiku written by Kikaku, our classic haiku poet this month.

such a beautiful face
the pheasant scratches it
with jagged spurs


on the porch
cicadas fighting and singing -
a peaceful night

a peaceful night
on the shoulder of the breeze
the song of cicadas

Well ... have fun with this Special episode and be inspired and share your haiku with Carpe Diem.

This prompt will stay on 'till August 11th 11.59 AM (CET) and I will post our new episode of Carpe Diem around 8.00 PM (CET). That will be "The Day Begins". !! Kikaku's Pheasant is open for submissions at 7.00 PM (CET) !!


  1. Breathing in and out
    some dogs barking from afar
    happy with myself

    1. Good day Dreamer's Delight, welcome at Carpe Diem. Thank you for sharing your haiku here with us. Hope to see you here again.


  2. Oh this was a difficult haiku to interpret... I read it a little ominous with those jagged spurs actually. Thank you for your excellent cascade.

    1. But ... you did very well Bjorn ... sometimes we need something a bit difficulter then we had hoped ... so we have to digg deeper into our souls to write a haiku. You did a great job on this one.

  3. I love yours today!

  4. that really was one that needed interpretation
    I took an image and worked off that
    great job in keeping us on our toes Kristjaan

    1. You're so welcome Leslie ... I hadn't thought that this haiku was that difficult, but you have written a nice one and I have read all the haiku by our other haijin on this one and they were all wonderful, surprising and extraordinary.
      Sometimes we need to be kept on our toes

  5. I may be totally off the prompt on this one...
    gave it a lot of thought...sigh.
    Enjoyed the posts of everyone else...
    awesome lot of poets we have here.

    1. Yes it's an awesome lot of poets Sigrid and I feel that you all are family and love eachother.