Revisiting an All Hallows Past, said Princess Haiku

I was out window surfing and found these delightful witch dolls, books and All Hallows misc.

after a long interlude, Princess Haiku appears at the SF Cherry Blossom Festival

Pretty little flower blossoms all in a row...

a fragrant longing, said Princess Haiku

Spring orchid too large-
shy, my heart hides under white clouds
a fragrant longing

when the world is red, said Princess Haiku, Spring flashing

Flute by Night

Dark sounds in a minor key.

At night tide I hear the flute sing.


Leave your haunted world, poet.

Follow the leap,

shimmer of trills.

Waves rising and

swelling with the sea.


Sparkling black sand tosses

a shell ashore.


Luminous and void

the pearl within.


At the entrance lingers the flute’s voice.

Sorrow in the musician’s hand.

Diane Déhler

chasing rainbows on a rainy day, Said Princess Haiku

Chased a rainbow today, arcing overhead a visitation of rain...
Spring, where are you hiding?

chrysanthemum shrine, said Princess Haiku

chrysanthemum shrine
offerings- a poet’s gold
this flower a dream



Diane Dehler

in Spring urban flowers erupt from silver cans, said Princess Haiku

Bright colors emerge.



Imprints painted by The Phoenix Theater cabal, flare brightly and disappear within hours. As soon as one painting is dried another painted over.



Paint flowers near garbage cans grow besides debris.



Climbing up walls, trees and saying beauty exists even...



It's destined for a short bloom and hidden.



Daring to live here where existence is panhandled...



Daring to be beautiful in full frontal view of a dumpster.



The young throw color balls into the eye of fate.



I'll meet you here Juliet by the grafitti tree where I left a message, left a message..


Where few are left.

Musing abut dispossession, said Princess Haiku

Musing this morning and coming to the decision that we each have the responsibility of being true to our artistic vision and voice; even in the face of cultural or social dispossession. Is it possible for any of us to find freedom outside of our own perspective and how do we get outside of that perspective. How do you?




History,
I have know you
inside and out.
Outside of this Spring
morning where flowers
ricochet with symbolic
meaning and the scent;
Oh yes, the scent of
warm oil and lemon
balm touch insist on
instinctual possession.
Again and again pollen
fertilizes imagination
and travels across
districts and borders
without destination.

Princess Haiku is noted on "Best Poetry Blogs" via....said Princess Haiku

I was happy and appreciative to discover that Accredited Online Colleges voted Princess Haiku as one of the top poetry blogs on the web. Now, I have to go visit the others and you might want to also as they have made a great list of poetry blogs to visit.


This is the little letter that I sent to them:


Dear Emma,

Thanks for including me on a great poetry list.

I linked to your web page and will enjoy visiting some of the other blogs. When I started my simple blog of poetic musings I had no idea that so many other people would like to read it. Well, in the end it is the simple, natural and elegant things in life; like poetry and sea water pearls that bring so much joy...
Diane Dehler

3 Spring haiku, said Princess Haiku

my snow blossom tree
was born to weep white petals,
a lonely Spring path

at moonrise knowing
you will never walk with me again,
spill of April light

fish ripple in Spring
a blue net poises overhead,
still cloud catching mind

secret, my brush, said Princess Haiku

secret, my brush
dipping into pale gold ink
another dawn

Tomorrow update on little Chrysanthemums

Tomorrow I update the story on the chrysanthemum seedlings that are now growing in a planter box. Also, the new link list is coming along. It's a slow process!

Tomorrow they arrive!

My chrysanthemum seedlings are supposed to arrive tomorrow from King's Mums and I am ready for them. -Well, almost ready. A friend suggested that I plant them in peat pots and I haven't gotten to the nursery yet. Therefore, if tomorrow is the delivery date they will be planted in small red pots.

where is a poet when you need them most?

Judith Bishop
on Yves Bonnefoy

Une façon de dire, qui ferait
Qu’on ne serait plus seul dans le langage.

A way among the words, that would be
The end of our solitude in language.



White Rose Map, Princess Haiku


I am trying to find an antique map that is a direction
rather than a testament to the lostness of the human spirit.
Most directions it is said, swirl into radiating circles and
all at once alight into the air; a pale flock of white birds;
a winter of unspoken desire.

Moon, do you have such a map?

Princess Haiku's Ghostly Photo

There seems to be so much interest in my ghostly photo that I decided to repost it again. No, it is not photo shopped and it is authentic. Who are all of these people zapping this photo from afar and who told them about it? Curious. If you have a ghostly photo tell me about it and I will link you to this post. Here is to the world of ghosts, dreams, intuition and the inexplicable.

Sincerely,
Moon in Pisces

Yundi Li; poetry in motion

Deutsche Grammophon has a spiffy new web log for pianist, Yundi Li. Currently it features an interview between Seiji Ozawa and Yundi, "Poetry and Technique in a Rare State of Harmony." The blog attempts to communicate a sense of the poetic beauty of Yundi's playing and misses. Fortunately, this doesn't matter and the web log does have some graces; visually attractive and with some great music clips on it.

Princess Haiku has heard the music of Chopin as played by the gifted young pianist, in her dreams. In fact said Princess Haiku, I stopped by Pere Lachaise the other day for a tete a tete with Baudelaire and Keats, and who was sitting on the stone angel pointing towards heaven? Why it was Chopin himself, claiming he was still being pursued by the notorious George Sand and that he needed to rest. And then he told me that he was working on a new piece, "The Chrysanthemum Sonata" for Yundi and if he were still alive, he would this and that....

And on and on. Some ghosts don't know when they are done said Princess Haiku, as she disappeared over the edge of the moon, with her pet whippet, Nimble of Thrace, but I do.

a Design for Music is Art

I am certain that Music is Art would like this design and so here it is.

following Lotus, into oblivion

It is the time of the year when we follow night to the edge. Nothing lies before us but solstice darkness and plaintive chords of oblivion. It was Lotusgreen, who told Princess Haiku, to search for Astor Piazzolla.

She found him by Moon light?

Anagram, said Princess Haiku

Anagrams are fun and follow this link to my favorite anagram website.

I made an anagram for my space, said Princess Haiku
princesshaikublogspot and my webpage anagram is:

Ghost Calibers, Pink Opus

What is yours?