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Thursday, November 26, 2015

Carpe Diem Haiku No. 866 Shevet Uul (or the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain)

 



Glaring sun and wind

Try to erase old stories

Still eons to go

 

Gazing

Grazing cattle

Carving

 


Around the campfire

The dancers are in a trance

Howling to the moon

 

Across the flat lands

Dust rising behind the beasts

Not carved for trophy

 

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.de/2015/11/carpe-diem-866-shevet-uul-or-valley-of.html


 

PS. I might change the pictures. I didn't find the originals on my backup external HHD, which makes me nervous!
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9 comments:

  1. humbirdNovember 26, 2015 at 5:19 PM

    Love the approach to sacred places...the last haiku - most enchanted....

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  2. moondustwriterNovember 26, 2015 at 5:24 PM

    Well the pictures are a delight - they echo with the haiku. I love that nature does her best to erase man's pictures yet somehow they endure.

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  3. Reading PleasureNovember 26, 2015 at 5:46 PM

    Great set! I can very well see the dancers in the trance. Very vivid.

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  4. Kwaku FeniNovember 27, 2015 at 12:18 AM

    Wow! A resounding message echoes in the first. But then I am drawn to to the simplicity and sound (alliteration) in the second. All are powerfully poems.

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  5. RheumatologeNovember 27, 2015 at 6:02 PM

    Thanks!

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  6. RheumatologeNovember 27, 2015 at 6:03 PM

    Beautifully conceived and written post ... very powerfully and written in true haiku simplicity .. a lovely write indeed. Bastet

    (Sorry, I erased the original by chance. Thank you very much!)

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  7. Carol CampbellNovember 27, 2015 at 10:01 PM

    I feel like I'm there!

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  8. lynn__November 28, 2015 at 3:49 AM

    Great interpretation of the petroglyphs...i especially like the first haiku verse :)

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  9. RheumatologeNovember 30, 2015 at 7:02 AM

    Thanks. I've found my pictures and look, if I might add one or two.

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